The last time Su Cha appeared in the public eye, he was not yet fourteen. Because he was a pureblood, the public had always perceived him as fragile. His subsequent sudden sleep gave them no chance to understand him any further.
Now that Su Cha had awakened and grown into a heart-wrenching figure, emotions quickly overtook reason. Whatever benefits had come from his prolonged slumber were long forgotten.
The complaint lines for the streaming platform were blown up, with some people nearly rushing out to organize a protest.
The barrage of comments began flooding in, but Su Cha had already walked to the artificial hill and raised his fist. In the sunlight filtering through the tree branches, his veins faintly showed, and his skin appeared even more delicate.
“Take this—”
Murmuring to himself, Su Cha casually swung a punch. Before it even landed, the artificial mountain was already blasted apart by a wave of Spiritual energy, shattering into pieces.
When it crashed to the ground, it disintegrated further into powder.
Only then did the viewers—who had just covered their eyes and dared only to peek through their fingers—suddenly realize: their Highness was already an adult.
After reaching adulthood, the power of a pureblood would only increase with each passing day. An artificial mountain was nothing—he could probably shatter a real one within a year.
Su Cha sat back in front of the device. The earlier worried comments were now completely overtaken by endless praise.
The screen was full of messages like “His Highness is amazing,” “His Highness is the strongest,” as if the previous wave of hysteria had all been a dream.
The butler nodded, hinting that the livestream could end.
This small, casual gesture was caught by the audience watching the stream.
【Is His Highness ending the stream? Can we get three more minutes?】
【I’m not greedy—two and a half is fine.】
【Ahhh it’s been so long since we saw His Highness! Let me take a screenshot!】
Su Cha didn’t know what else to talk about—he couldn’t just keep breaking rocks. Catching sight of the quietly waiting hairstylist, he clapped his hands lightly and said, “Perfect timing, I’m about to get a new haircut.”
He waved the hairstylist over and gestured that he could begin.
This way he could stream and get his hair cut at the same time—killing two birds with one stone.
Even though he had retracted most of his power, his Spiritual energy still protected every part of his body. The hairstylist had to apply a touch of spiritual energy while guiding the scissors.
His hands moved purely on instinct—his mind had gone numb. For some reason, as he cut, a strange sense of guilt welled up inside him.
To the livestream audience, he really did seem like an executioner.
As Su Cha’s beautiful silver hair fell to the ground, anyone watching had the urge to scream: How could anyone bring themselves to do this?!
The so-called new hairstyle was simply trimming his hair short. On a whim, Su Cha said, “Hey, should I dye it? Maybe blue, or yellow?”
The hairstylist almost ruined the layers with a single snip.
His Highness’s noble silver hair was sacred! Blue was… understandable, but why yellow?
Su Cha added, “Or maybe go for a gold gradient?”
The butler, stationed to the side, immediately sent an emergency message to the king: His Highness has entered his rebellious phase.
The hairstylist took a deep breath and gave an honest answer: “Your Highness’s hair doesn’t take dye well. The power in your body speeds up the fading process. It might become patchy in a few days.”
Su Cha suddenly thought of a pheasant’s tail feathers and gave up on the idea. “Forget it then.”
After the haircut, the hairstylist felt like he had walked through fire and blades. He had arrived light-footed, but left with a slight hunch, looking like he had aged ten years.
His overly long hair now reached just to his hips, making it much easier to move. Su Cha casually tied it up, waved at the camera, and said, “Alright, family members, goodbye.”
He had simply blurted out a phrase he’d heard often in another world’s livestreams. But the viewers were shaken to the core by those three words.
Family members.
His Highness called them family members.
Clutching their pounding hearts, many suddenly realized—royal streams never had replays. The broadcast had come too suddenly, and in their frenzy to take screenshots, they had forgotten to record.
Regret! Regret came too late!
…
Although it was a rest day, Ji Tianjin still went to the training field out of habit. In the Galan Empire, combat training seemed engraved into their very bones.
Su Cha wandered alone through the rose garden. Thinking about the pile of theory classes he had missed, he suddenly felt like the world had lost all color. For the next few months, he would inevitably be stuck in catch-up lessons.
“Every class requires sitting still for dozens of minutes. Might as well let Ji Tianjin tutor me.”
The more he thought about it, the more feasible it sounded. At least the tutoring would feel more relaxed. And judging by how patient Ji Tianjin had been when teaching him modeling, he would probably make a great tutor.
Just as he was about to go find him, a squad of royal guards approached and bowed. “His Majesty has instructed us to escort you to him.”
When he saw the aircraft, Su Cha realized he was leaving the palace.
Due to uncontrollable circumstances, despite being on Fog Star for several years, he had only ever visited the main road outside the palace and the hospital.
The aircraft twisted and turned through the sky before finally landing on a small island in the middle of a lake.
It had rained recently, and a rainbow still arched across the sky. The island was heavily guarded. Su Cha was only allowed in under close escort.
Looking around, he saw only a single building—square and imposing, from afar it resembled a massive cage.
Inside, every visible surface was a screen, and there were rows of locked chambers. Just looking around made one’s skin crawl with a fear of tight, clustered spaces.
Cyril had already been waiting for some time. At that moment, he was standing in front of the largest display screen.
Su Cha walked over and asked curiously, “Where is this?”
It looked extremely high-tech.
“A part of the mainframe of the super-intelligent brain,” Cyril said simply. He didn’t explain the intelligent brain’s internal structure, just its function: “The StarNet can also provide location tracking, but its range is limited. The waves sent by the intelligent brain can locate targets on faraway planets.”
Su Cha immediately thought of his original world.
“You mean to…”
Cyril nodded directly. He would not tolerate threats continuing to act recklessly just because they were far away.
He asked Su Cha to describe a few characteristics of the planet in question.
As Su Cha recalled, he added, “Every wrong has its source, every debt its debtor.”
He worried that Cyril’s next words might be, “Let’s conquer the planet and gift it to you.” In the interstellar era, the law of the jungle was in full effect, and colonization between planets was common.
Cyril shook his head. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.”
“…It should just be a mid-tier planet. Lower-tier planets are usually too far away, and the outer edges are often surrounded by an invisible layer of spatial suppression. It’s hard for higher-tier planets to invade.”
After locating it, Cyril still needed to run stress tests—how many people could be deployed, how much power could be used, and so on.
Occasionally, the intelligent brain made ticking sounds as it ran. Standing in this control room—clearly the result of painstaking effort—Su Cha knew it might sound overly formal, but he couldn’t help saying, “Thank you.”
He hadn’t expected Cyril to take it this seriously.
As expected, all he got in return was a casual wave. To Cyril, this was just something that naturally had to be done.
“The intelligent brain has been running continuously. What remains now is to gain control over the wormhole.”
Cyril took Su Cha out for a walk along the lakeside. “In a while, there’ll be an interstellar summit. You’ll come with me.”
Su Cha froze. So soon, and he was already getting involved in political affairs?
Seeing his long face—and remembering how the boy nearly gave him a “yellow-haired surprise” today—Cyril said in an offhand tone, “Let’s aim for you to take over within ten years. The stars are vast. I’ll go explore them for you.”
“…”
Life had struck hard and fast.
Cyril chuckled. “Angry?”
Su Cha broke into song: “♪ Let me thank you—for warming all four seasons ♪”
Joking aside, his gratitude was genuine. But just imagining himself shouldering the duties of a king one day made Su Cha feel an inexplicable pressure.
A king stood above all, and one command could affect countless lives. He was afraid of making a mistake and causing innocent people to suffer.
He took a sip of water to calm himself.
Cyril added, “You could always find a queen and shift the pressure onto them.”
“Pfft—!”
Su Cha spat out his water.
Seeing such a strong reaction, Cyril helped pat his back to steady his breath.
Once Su Cha had recovered, he asked with sudden curiosity, “You don’t have a queen either.”
Not just Cyril—in the Galan Empire, people only ever mentioned Sanses when it came to serious matters. No one ever spoke of an empress or an heir, so he figured there probably hadn’t been a marriage.
Cyril shook his head. It seemed he simply had no such intention.
Due to their long lifespans, royalty and nobility were especially cautious in choosing a partner.
Su Cha had never considered looking for one. He knew himself too well: lack of trust in people, constant insecurity, difficulty connecting with others, and a tendency to give up easily.
Unless someone was blind, no one would choose him.
Wanting to move past this suffocating topic, Su Cha asked, “What’s the summit about?”
“The control of the wormhole.” Cyril gave a brief explanation of how, during Su Cha’s years of sleep, various powers had pushed and pulled around this issue to the breaking point.
Bringing Su Cha along served two purposes: to officially announce him as the heir—he would need to engage in such matters sooner or later—and because Su Cha was liable to enter deep awakening at any time. Keeping him close meant it would be easier to intervene if needed.
Just the thought of a summit was boring enough.
Su Cha tried to find the silver lining: “Can I bring Ji Tianjin along?”
Cyril rarely refused his requests, and after four years of mentorship, Ji Tianjin practically counted as his protégé. He nodded.
Slowing his steps, Cyril said, “You won’t regret going this time.”
Every few years, the Federation held an interstellar youth tournament, inviting major powers to participate. The prizes were generous, and it was considered one of the most grand-scale events in the galaxy. The Galan Empire would surely be sending competitors.
The Federation’s fame in the cosmos was largely due to its willingness to throw extravagant events and invest heavily in them.
In terms of interstellar influence, it stood alone.
During the tournament period, all sides would tacitly agree to suspend military conflicts. This year, the Federation had decided to host it on Jibei Star.
The moment he heard there was a chance to see old friends again, Su Cha perked up visibly.
…Let me thank you, dear Federation.
The best part was, this time he didn’t even have to fight—he could just sit on the high platform and cheer.
Back at the palace, Su Cha immediately told Ji Tianjin the news.
The latter raised an eyebrow. “It’s going to be lively.”
Su Cha nodded. “I heard the scale is huge.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Huh?”
Ji Tianjin just smiled and said nothing more.
He had already heard the news. The Zerg race would also be attending, and there was a lot of buzz about it online. The Zergs were famous for their unconditional devotion to their royal brood—whenever they appeared, they became a hot topic.
But this time would be different. Once Su Cha arrived, these galactic powers were bound to have their minds blown by Fog Star.
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