Chapter 34: Miss Veli’s Gift, Section 5

A seemingly trivial victory in the eyes of Blackhair. Before the human fleet behind the Han clan could fully exit warp, the battle was already over.
Over 300 pirate ships were smashed into fireballs by the Han clan. Even their sturdy interstellar castles collapsed under the fierce bombardment. Not a single rebel pirate survived.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to surrender—it was simply that no one gave them the time, nor was anyone willing to give them a chance. The Han clan was simply too violent. These creatures, who dared attack even Blackhair’s warships, held no mercy in their hearts. Aside from a few elites, almost all Han clan warriors had only one word in their minds: kill.
Kill with weapons, kill with their bodies, kill with their minds. Let their enemies’ blood become honor; every battle would elevate them. This had been the Han clan’s value system for five thousand years—a belief forged solely for battle. Under such a belief, if there was anything to restore a warrior’s clarity, it was only one thing… a stronger warrior.
So when the fleet behind them exited warp, all they saw was a starry sky filled with countless debris. That once-giant castle had even been torn to pieces by the Han clan warriors!!
Saka watched the scene silently for a long time without saying a word. If anyone had observed his expression closely at that moment, they might have seen a hint of disdain.
“Such rude brutes. I really don’t understand what Mr. Blackhair sees in them. If it were me, I would never bring them along. Compared to humans, they’re nothing but beasts.”
“Mr. Saka, you’re being too emotional,” replied an elderly man in white gently. “Lord Blackhair is a great leader. His vision may differ from yours, but history has shown that he is often right. Though the Han clan is violent, it is precisely such people we need in this era. Don’t forget, we’re facing the infamous Moor clan.”
“I know, I know…” Saka rubbed his temples in frustration. “If it weren’t for this, I wouldn’t tolerate the existence of these Han clan members either. Damn it, just seeing them makes me sick. If I could, I’d kill them right now.”
“With all due respect, if Lord Blackhair doesn’t support you, you’re likely no match for them,” the elderly man in white said indifferently. Yet his words made Saka’s handsome face tremble slightly. Then he sighed helplessly.

“Understood. Mr. Reika, please tally the loot from this mission. If any actual spoils can be found, send them back to headquarters. Marshal Wick will know how to use them.”
“As you wish, my commander,” replied the elderly man in white with a smile, before retreating.
The loot was quickly gathered. Although the Han people’s brutality surprised Blackhair as well, they were indeed extremely hungry. Having lived in poverty their entire lives, the Han might kill their enemies without hesitation, but they wouldn’t forget to pick up their wallets. So by the time all the warships had left the jump point, a detailed list of the loot was placed on Blackhair’s desk.
“Hmm, 52 million Mokas. That’s an astronomical amount. Truly befitting pirates. But who can tell me if this money can buy even one crystal coin’s worth of goods in the human world?”
“Ha, highly compressed stone essence. A nice name, but compared to the Moors’ stone essence, it’s practically trash. Oh, and there’s also a formula for incorporating compressed metal elements into stone essence. That might have some value.”
“Hm? Negative energy multi-fire system. That’s actually quite good. But I can’t use it. Maybe Marshal Wick will be interested. Let me take another look—what else?”
“Is there only some minerals left? Wait, this…” Blackhair finally smiled, his finger stopping on a particular item on the list.
“326 gems, including black crystals. Not bad. I like this. Alright, I’ll take it. And those Mokas can be considered as disguised funds. The rest can be distributed among them. Tell Jie that if I were him, I’d keep that stone essence. It’s not great, but used on your arrow ships, it’ll surely surprise him.”
“Thank you for your guidance. I will definitely report back to the leader,” said a two-headed giant, kneeling respectfully on the ground and bowing deeply to Blackhair. Yet instead of leaving immediately, he remained standing respectfully nearby, as if he still had something to say. This puzzled Blackhair.
“What is it? Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“Yes, great master. There’s a small matter. After destroying the enemy’s warehouse, we found a hidden space. There were numerous creatures inside. I’m sorry, we don’t know what they are, but it’s clear they were the enemy’s slaves.”

“Oh? Then why aren’t they on the list?” Black Hair became interested. He examined the two-headed giant carefully and noticed the sweat on his forehead, which made him smile.

“Don’t be nervous. With my relationship with Jie, as long as it’s not an overly special issue, I won’t mind. Go ahead, how does Jie want to deal with these creatures?”

“It’s like this, great master. According to our tribe’s ancient traditions, slaves captured on the battlefield are not included in the spoils list, as they belong to the brave warriors who captured them. Those warriors gain ownership of them. However, Chief Jie said that these are no longer the old times, so it should be you who decides their fate. And your kin, well, you know what I mean—they might also be interested in them. That’s why I asked for your guidance. Great Black Hair Master, you are the ruler of the Han tribe; you have the right to decide everything here.” The two-headed giant was somewhat nervous, but he spoke more smoothly as he went on. Black Hair noticed some hesitation when he mentioned the slaves’ ownership and couldn’t help but laugh.

That was the Han tribe. To outsiders, they might seem violent and disorganized. But once you got to know them, you realized they were actually very simple—simple, yes, but stained with blood. On the battlefield, they would fight to the death without hesitation, yet in social interactions, they were extremely naive. Like this giant before him, who couldn’t even hide his emotions, with his feelings clearly visible on his face.

Undoubtedly, the issue of these slaves wasn’t as simple as the giant claimed. Since it was an ancient tradition, Jie would surely have to pay a heavy price to change it. Letting himself decide everything—Jie truly lived up to being a leader. He would rather offend other tribal leaders than see them defy him. Such vision was something only an outstanding leader could possess.

The Han tribe… maybe they could really be integrated into the Blood Wolves, rather than just being used as fodder?

After hesitating for a moment, Black Hair decided to observe further. After all, the Han tribe had left a deep impression on him. That kind of life-or-death fighting was something even today’s Blood Wolves warriors might not be able to match. In Black Hair’s eyes, this race was extremely, extremely dangerous. And their large population size made him wary.

Thinking of this, he smiled.

“Jie is being too generous. But since he’s given such a gift, I can’t refuse. If I’m not mistaken, these slaves are the result of hundreds of years of accumulation by the pirates in the Chaos Star Region. Among them are many dangerous races. If I hand them over to you directly, I’m afraid you won’t be able to control them. How about this: I’ll take them all first. Once we return to Death Star, we can redistribute them. I definitely won’t let Jie face trouble.”

“Your wisdom can illuminate the universe, my great master. Our people are willing to follow in your footsteps without ever retreating.” The two-headed giant was overjoyed and bowed deeply once again before leaving satisfied. Undoubtedly, bringing back this news would earn him Jie’s approval and greatly benefit his promotion.

What he didn’t notice was that behind him, Black Hair was quietly watching his retreating figure, lost in thought…

Just as Black Hair had predicted, this nearly storm-like raid had consequences as earth-shattering as an earthquake. The most pleased were, of course, the human world.

To shake off the decline caused by successive conquests by the Moor race, this attack on the Chaos Star Region was carried out without any concealment. Thus, every human—whether a high-ranking noble or a commoner at the bottom of society—could watch the entire process. So when Black Hair finished distributing the spoils, the entire human world was in an uproar.

People rushed around to share the news, filled with joy. Vast fleets of transport ships came from all directions to Death Star to claim their share of the loot. The entire human world—whether it was Marshal Wick’s interstellar fleet, the Noble Alliance, or various other groups—received favor from Black Hair and gained abundant spoils from this raid. Those fleets came empty and returned fully loaded, with everyone beaming with joy.

Of course, the ones who benefited the most were Black Hair’s Blood Wolves and the Han clan. As the direct attackers, their reputation soared to unprecedented heights. The humans were delighted to see a brave pioneer among their own people and didn’t hesitate to praise them. The Han clan, as the hero’s companions, also received recognition, far less hostile than when they first arrived.

Next, Marshal Wick and Grand Duke Poseidon also reaped great benefits. As leaders who supported this operation, their reputations improved significantly. The abundant spoils strengthened their power, creating a scene of prosperity.

Yet, whether it was the black-haired ones or they themselves, they merely smiled slightly at this and paid no extra attention. On the contrary, their gazes grew even more profound. The hearts of the ambitious ones pounded fiercely. They all knew that the real feast was still to come…
The Moor tribe’s three-fifty-star station was like a sweet large cake, quietly waiting in the universe for them to claim it…