Chapter 95: Ninety-Three People

“I guessed the same as you. I thought Bruce would not sell a Warship Manufacturing Factory to us. Because for him, it would mean losing a potential Warship buyer,” Lei Yaotian said as he turned sideways to Wangcai.

“That might not be the case,” Wangcai said with a laugh.

“Oh, what do you mean by that?” Lei Yaotian asked, his face showing curiosity.

Wangcai sat up straight and looked seriously at Lei Yaotian. “Young Master, I think buying a Warship Manufacturing Factory is not impossible for you. It just depends on what kind of Warship Factory you buy. If it’s a top-tier Warship Factory, that might be out of the question. But what about an ordinary one?”

At that point, Wangcai gave a very sly smile. “Besides, Young Master, you know that Mr. Bruce’s World is a sss-level Dimensional Plane. Given the level of that Dimensional Plane, the quality of technology over there should be quite reliable. Even a low-level Warship Factory—how bad could the Warships it produces really be?”

“It’s just that we still don’t know what rating our own World gets from the System. If our Dimensional Plane level is very low, then even a low-level Warship Factory from Mr. Bruce would be more than enough for us.”

Lei Yaotian thought over Wangcai’s words and felt they made a lot of sense. However, Lei Yaotian had always believed that rather than buying other people’s Warships and Factories, it would be better to research and design our own.

But Lei Yaotian also knew that was completely impossible. After all, he was just a Dimensional Merchant. Buying Warships or a Warship Factory might be possible, but researching Warships… that was…

“Alright, let’s not talk about these things anymore. Come, come.” Lei Yaotian picked up his glass again and raised it. “Have a drink with me. Then I’ll go back to sleep and rest. Let’s try to solve this troublesome problem within the next few days.”

Lei Yaotian drank all the liquid in his glass in one gulp, stood up, and walked out of the tent toward the residence.

Dozens of Artificial Human Soldiers spread out around Lei Yaotian, observing the surroundings and guarding him.

Wangcai also stood up and left the tent. Monica followed behind him. “Lord Butler, do we need to pack up these things?” Monica pointed at the white tent and asked.

Wangcai stopped walking and looked back. “Let’s forget it. Leave the tent by the lake. That way, when the Young Master comes again, he’ll have a place to rest. But you’ll need to be careful and remember to bring people to clean and tidy it up every day.”

Thinking that Lei Yaotian might come to the lake again to enjoy the scenery, Wangcai decided not to have Monica pack up the tent and other items.

Monica thought about it and felt the Steward made a lot of sense, so she did not ask any more questions.

Returning to the Dragon Ball World-style house, Lei Yaotian opened the front door and entered the room.

“Monica~”

As soon as Lei Yaotian entered the room, he jumped onto the bed and shouted loudly.

“What is it, Young Master?”

Hearing Lei Yaotian’s shout, Monica immediately responded.

“I want to sleep for a while now. Don’t let anyone disturb me.”

“Okay, Young Master.”

“I wonder if I’m going to get fat again. Why do I always feel sleepy after eating?” With that thought, Lei Yaotian yawned and slowly closed his eyes.

……

In the quiet space of the Barren Star Domain, the refugee ship of the Ikto Race was still struggling to find a habitable Planet. More than ten days had passed. Their fuel was running lower and lower, and their food was almost gone.

A thick feeling of despair had settled over the Iktans and would not go away.

“Lord Father, we have searched from the outer edges to the deep parts of the Barren Star Domain over thirteen days. If we don’t find a habitable Planet, all of us are going to die,” Menlo said weakly as he walked up to Mensa and looked at his Father.

Over the past ten-plus days, the other ships in the fleet had all chosen to self-destruct to end their suffering. Now only Elder Mensa’s ship remained, still persisting in the search for a habitable Planet.

But Elder Mensa could not hold on much longer. After all, fuel, food, and water were nearly exhausted. If they did not find a habitable Planet soon, Elder Mensa would have to choose self-destruction like the other Elders.

“No!”

Elder Mensa’s face showed unwillingness. He really did not want the Ikto Race to die out like this.

“We must keep going. We have to have faith in ourselves. We still have to take revenge. So many of our clansmen have died. Now only our branch of the Iktans is left. If even we lose the will to live, then our Ikto Race will truly become dust in history, forgotten by all living things in the Universe.”

“Lord Father, even if we find a habitable Planet and survive, how will we take revenge? All creatures in the Universe are hunting us, hoping to squeeze the last bit of profit from us. How could we dare show our faces again…”

Elder Mensa looked at his son, his body trembling.

“Ahhh~~” Finally, he let out a long sigh. He knew his son was right. Now all creatures in the Universe were hunting them, hoping to extract the last Star Coins from them and then kill them.

If they really found a Planet where they could survive, their first concern would be how to stay alive. The Iktans only knew how to do business; they had no other skills.

For them, this was a test.

If they wanted revenge, they would need powerful force as a guarantee.

But the Iktans were naturally timid and cowardly; they were not cut out for fighting. Besides, they could not buy manufacturing equipment for Warships and weapons, and no creature would sell to them.

“Better to think carefully about how to survive,” Elder Mensa knew his thoughts were unrealistic. “How many clansmen are left now?”

Thinking about how many clansmen had committed suicide recently due to the unbearable pressure, Mensa asked Menlo.

Menlo showed a pained expression and replied solemnly to Mensa, “Lord Father, including you and me, there are only a few dozen people left on this ship.” “What!” Hearing his son’s words, Mensa’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“You must be crazy! I remember there were tens of thousands of clansmen on our ship!” Elder Mensa threw aside his wooden staff, grabbed his son by the collar, and shook him a few times.

It was surprising how much strength old Mensa had mustered.

“Tens of thousands of clansmen—how could only a few dozen be left all of a sudden! What exactly happened? Explain it to me clearly!” Old Mensa became somewhat hysterical.

But no one could blame him. Anyone hearing such news would react similarly.

Menlo looked at his Father with great pain. “Just yesterday, one of the clansmen took the lead. They opened the fuel furnace at the ship’s stern and jumped in one by one.” At this point, Menlo’s body started shaking uncontrollably. “By the time I heard and rushed over, only Uncle Pino was left there.”

“Pino? What was Pino doing there? Call him here; I want to ask him!” Hearing his brother mentioned in his son’s words, Mensa shouted loudly.

“Lord Father, you don’t need to shout. Uncle Pino has already…”

Letting go of his son’s collar, Mensa could no longer bear it upon hearing that his brother had also committed suicide.

“Why? Why?”

“Lord Father, they had lost all hope for the future! That’s why…”

The meaning in Menlo’s words was simple: those clansmen simply could not see any future for the Ikto Race. So they chose suicide to free themselves from this cruel World.

“They were so foolish! So very foolish!”

Mensa suddenly burst into loud weeping, his voice full of grief and misery.

“Don’t they know that only by living is there hope? Once you’re dead, there’s nothing left, nothing at all!” Elder Mensa’s heart was filled with resentment toward those clansmen who chose suicide.

Now the once-great Ikto Race was reduced to just these few dozen people. Who knew if any other clansmen had escaped elsewhere? But judging by the massive Universe-wide campaign against the Iktans, it was possible that only their group remained.

Mensa’s heart was churning with mixed feelings.

“What could a few dozen people do even if they found a habitable Planet? There was no way to restore the Race in a short time. As time passed, who would remember such a tragic event had happened?”

Suppressing his sorrow, Elder Mensa forced himself to stand up with his son’s support.

“Give me a detailed count and the male-to-female ratio. I want to see if we still have any hope of revival!” Elder Mensa said weakly to his son Menlo.

Seeing how much his Father had aged in an instant, Menlo could not hold back his tears and started crying.

“Don’t cry! Report the detailed personnel numbers to me immediately. I want to know!”

He kicked his son hard and shouted at him.

“All the remaining people are in this cockpit, including our servants and those pilots. Altogether, there are ninety-three people. Among them, fifteen are male, and seventy-eight are female. There are three old men; the rest are young. There are no old women. No minors, none!”

Menlo quickly told his Father the current situation and the male-to-female ratio.

“You young people are the hope of the Ikto Race from now on!”

After hearing his son’s report, Mensa sighed deeply and said.