Chapter 51: The Late Viscount, Section 7

OldOld Berke agreed to Blackhair’s arrangement, but in exchange, Blackhair had to appoint a real manager. OldOld Berke was only responsible for superficial tasks—enjoying the benefits without actually doing any work. It was a pure sinecure.

OldOld Berke was a man who had seen much of the world. Though he understood Blackhair’s good intentions, he knew well that if he fully accepted everything, he might end up unharmed, but more likely, it would plant a seed in Blackhair’s power structure—a seed of jealousy.

No one wants to work hard only to find that someone else can easily take what belongs to them through connections alone. This world is fair; no effort without reward. So OldOld Berke knew his place well. With Blackhair’s support, he might live a carefree life, but he must never interfere with Blackhair’s assets. Otherwise, before Blackhair even acted, someone might make him disappear.

Blackhair was also aware of this, but he didn’t think as far as OldOld Berke did. In his view, the entire Dead Star, even the entire Blood Wolves, belonged to him, and he could issue any order he wanted.

It must be said that in this regard, Blackhair truly forgot how treacherous human hearts could be. He almost ruined OldOld Berke, a fact that still gave OldOld Berke chills whenever he thought about it.

By the time all the arrangements were done, half a day had passed. As the night over the Twin Stars descended like mist, Keko cheerfully invited Blackhair and OldOld Berke to his dinner party.

It was indeed a large-scale dinner party. After all, Keko was the big boss of the Twin Stars and accustomed to high-level affairs. The meal was extravagant—ten meters long table piled high with food, featuring almost every rare delicacy. OldOld Berke was stunned.

“God, how much must this meal have cost?” Staring at the servants moving around, OldOld Berke’s mouth fell open again.

But this time, not many people shared his astonishment. After the previous events, Keko knew exactly what kind of person this old man was—someone with social experience but little real-world insight. He was not on the same level as the people Keko usually interacted with.

But even so, Koko showed no sign of looking down on this old man. How many people in all of human society could even get Black Hair to sit and accompany them? Moreover, this old man was so reasonable as to give up his own interests willingly. At the thought of this, Koko’s eyes narrowed in laughter. It was truly beyond his expectations that things could be settled without bloodshed. So now, he found FatherOld Berke increasingly likable. With a quick thought, he snapped his fingers lightly. Immediately, a well-dressed butler named Gan Luo stepped forward and bowed respectfully beside him.

“Hmm, bring those things over,” Koko said softly after taking a sip of red wine, then smiling.

“Yes, as you wish,” the butler replied with a respectful bow to his chest before stepping back. In just a moment, several nearly naked, beautiful women appeared before everyone’s eyes. Each woman held a tray covered with silk, hiding what was underneath.

“This… this!?” FatherOld Berke was shocked and quickly turned his head aside, his face turning red. After all, he had been a notable figure in the town of Kucaire before. But he had never seen such a scene before. Those nearly naked beauties were so alluring, their seductive gazes even making him feel tempted.

“Hmm?” Seeing FatherOld Berke’s embarrassed expression, Black Hair frowned slightly, wiped his mouth with a napkin, then glanced at Koko indifferently.

“Koko, what’s the meaning of this?”

“Ha. Don’t worry about it.” Hearing Black Hair’s question, Koko laughed and raised his glass. “Black Hair, we’ve been together for so long—almost the most understanding partners. Your savior has come to me. How could I not treat her well? These girls are the latest arrivals from Twin Stars, trained in the sacred land of Rekyaari. Every single one is top-notch. I just got them myself. Guaranteed to be authentic. I plan to give them all to FatherOld Berke so he has people to use.”

“These?” Black Hair glanced at those charmingly beautiful women, his expression as indifferent as if he were looking at a group of stones.

“Are you sure you’re not joking? FatherOld Berke is quite old.”

“Of course not!” Koko immediately stood up, looking aggrieved. “Black Hair, we’ve known each other for so long. Have I ever deceived you? Although FatherOld Berke is old, that’s not a problem.”

With that, Koko waved at the beauty at the front. The woman immediately stepped forward obediently and knelt in front of him, then respectfully raised the tray in her hands. With a wave of his hand, Koko lifted the silk cloth covering it.
“The latest research product from Twin Stars. It has no side effects. Any man who uses it, even an old man on his last legs, will return to his prime—both physically and mentally—and remain that way until death.”
“Huh?” UncleOld Berke’s eyes widened instantly, his gaze fixed on the tray with a hint of greed.
Everyone fears death, and as a man, besides fearing death, he naturally fears other things as well. UncleOld Berke was indeed quite old, having spent most of his life on the go. So he hadn’t enjoyed much. Seeing such a miraculous thing now, he naturally felt tempted. The thought of returning to his prime made everything around him seem unreal.
However, the dark-haired man beside him wasn’t troubled by this. After hearing Koko’s explanation, he merely glanced at the tray briefly before suddenly saying in a voice only he and Koko could hear, “Nucleus?”
“Mm,” Koko nodded firmly, a hint of pride in his eyes. On Death Star, perhaps only he had such business acumen. The dark-haired men were only concerned about its use in wars, but he had thought of how to make money from it. These drugs were actually cells enhanced by the nucleus. As long as one took them continuously, they could maintain a being’s maximum strength and energy. It was truly amazing. With his promotion, it had become the most sought-after commodity in human society. Just one small box outside would likely be fought over by countless people, with no one daring to offer less than 100,000 crystals.
“This… Dark-haired, is it really that amazing?”
As the two were whispering, UncleOld Berke spoke up first. Dark-haired turned and immediately saw a pair of eager eyes. He sighed inwardly.
What an old man who hadn’t seen much of the world. In this world, is there such a thing as a free lunch? Some medicine that restores youth and maintains a man’s peak vitality? Damn it, those are nucleus cells! Enhanced parasites!

At the thought of the huge, writhing flesh in the Death Star’s underground caves, Kurokami felt nauseous. Consume that stuff? He couldn’t bring himself to do it even if his life depended on it. Leaving aside whether it could truly enhance a man’s vitality, just the fact that it had to be taken continuously made Kurokami see through Coco’s scheme. In short, once someone used this drug, they were at his mercy. To continue taking it, they would likely have to pay an exorbitant amount—thousands—plus something else.

But Kurokami didn’t intend to expose this. After all, Coco was one of his own. This matter also relied on the contributions of the Core, so for Kurokami, there were only advantages, no disadvantages. After all, he himself was the one closest to the Wanderers.

Thinking of this, Kurokami’s eyebrows relaxed. He glanced at the drug one last time for confirmation.

“Are there really no side effects?”

“No, as long as you keep taking it, nothing will happen,” Coco replied confidently.

“Keep taking it? How often?”

“Once a month.”

“That’s not very long.” Kurokami raised an eyebrow and took a sip of red wine. “Can’t it be longer?”

“The enhanced version for internal use lasts a year,” Coco answered with a smile.

“That’s much better.” Kurokami smiled too. He glanced at UncleOld Berke. “Then I’ll accept it. What else?”

“Those?” Coco pointed to the trays in the other girls’ hands. “A land deed, a certificate of ownership for 100 kilometers of land on Planet Two. A passable villa. Of course, along with some furniture. Plus a private shuttle and a crystal card worth two million crystals. These are all gifts for UncleOld Berke.”

“Heh.” Hearing Coco’s reply, Kurokami laughed. “You’re quite generous, kid.”

“It’s nothing. As long as UncleOld Berke likes it. After all, this is his first time here, with no foundation. I have to help him out. With these things, he’ll have a home on Twin Stars. I’ve also arranged for his subordinates.” Coco smiled happily too. He knew that once Kurokami accepted it, he would naturally repay this favor. Otherwise, why would he go to such lengths for an old man he’d never met before? Just that crystal card worth two million crystals could probably buy a small planet.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, then laughed together. Amidst their laughter, the girls obediently followed the butler and stood behind OldOld Berke. The dinner quietly turned into a deal in such an atmosphere. Aside from the two of them, no one knew what value this deal held.
Just as they wanted to continue enjoying the sumptuous meal, the door to the restaurant suddenly swung open with a bang. A guard rushed in in a hurry.
“President, an alarm!!!” “Hm?” The dark-haired man frowned and put down his glass…