Planet Gamble 2.0,
Haidoro connected himself to Daimon through telepathy.
[Haidoro]: Sir, the Prince has been taken away by his friends.
Shrill~
One of Haidoro's war started bleeding .
[Daimon]: What were you doing during the rescue? What were the Four-Stared personnel doing?
He asked calmly, yet menacingly.
[Haidoro]: The Four-Stared personnel were already dealt with by them during the Planet Gamble incident. Most likely, it was the Prince's plan. It seems he predicted the current situation and prepared accordingly.
[Daimon]: I see. How are you willing to pay for it?
[Haidoro]: I will bring their heads back as an apology, along with the Prince.
[Daimon]: Shut up your trash and listen. Boss spoke to me moments ago. He has come up with a malicious plan. Bring the Prince—dead or alive doesn't matter. Don't hold back.
[Haidoro]: I understand. That eases things a lot.
Haidoro said calmly.
[Daimon]: …No need for that. I am sure they will enter the territory of another staff. I am contacting all staffs across the universe. Everyone will be informed about the Prince. The hunt is on. Whoever brings their head will be rewarded with a large sum of treasure.
Haidoro went silent.
[Daimon]: It's possible they will return to your territory, the Gamble Galaxy. Do not be careless. If you fail again, the Boss will punish you himself. You have never seen his face or personality, boy—and pray you never do. Because even death would be mercy for his victims.
The connection cut off.
Haidoro(thinking): It seems all Seven-Stared personnel will begin hunting them in their respective territories. But none will succeed. I am the strongest Seven-Stared personnel. What is required to defeat them is not brain… it is force and oppression.
Haidoro turned back.
He transformed into his Dragoling form.
[Haidoro]: I wonder if they are already training themselves to face what's coming.
Meanwhile,
Ganas Mothership,
Meeting Hall,
Everyone was dancing, singing, and cheering.
Ganaraj was dancing with Pratik—both twerking.
Osh was drinking multiple bottles of wine.
The liberated slaves beat drums in celebration.
Grimori, Kel, and Lila danced together, holding each other's hands.
Nini was writing something, while Surya tried sneaking toward her and was instantly punched into a wall again.
Mala was eating—lots of food.
Ganari sat in a corner, pan ready, warning anyone who entered her one-metre range.
[Ganaraj]: Let the sound of celebration roam through space!
Narration: SOUND DOESN'T PROPAGATE IN SPACE, DEAR GANARAJ.
Yash was eating some pills.
He had created them during his captivity. He had already gathered medicinal plants before being captured by Haidoro, just for emergencies.
A medicine that could temporarily suppress his illness.
Yash quietly slipped into a dark room.
He was alone.
[Yash]: My calculations are precise. This yearly disease follows a pattern. If I use Heavenly Gates, it accelerates its progression. If I travel more than 15,000 light-years, the disease that should arrive in three months will hit me in one month. If I travel between 5,000 and 14,000 light-years, it will arrive in one month and sixteen days. I have temporarily suppressed it—but if I use Heavenly Gates more than twice, the effect of the medicine will be neutralized instantly.
The medicine also severely reduces the effective range of Heavenly Gates.
Yash began calculating his route so they could reach the Gretoling Empire without triggering the illness again.
There were 5,235 permutations—each with different travel ranges and timelines.
Taking possible threats into account—
[Yash]: Assuming worst case scenario, we will need at least one month to reach the Gretoling Empire. There is a chance we may encounter other staffs beyond Gamble—possibly even other Seven-Stared personnel. If this organization is truly this widespread, then a hunt for us may have already begun. And if war breaks out, we are outnumbered. The gap is too large. I know my next step…
Yash took out a communication device from his pocket.
It belonged to Mala.
He had secretly taken it while she was freeing him during the Planet Gamble rescue.
[Yash]: This device… maybe I know how to use it.
Passcode…
Yash opened the cover.
He inserted a microchip inside.
The passcode system was rewritten.
He opened it.
There was no way it should have worked.
It lacked location services.
It only functions on planets recognized by the Immortalus Society.
Yash scanned a few codes and copied them into his personal device.
He forced the location to lock onto the nearest recognized Immortalus Society planet.
The call connected.
[Yash]: This is an emergency. I need b—
[Voice]: Who are you? The Domain Codes belong to Team PALGMK (Pratik's team).
[Yash]: That isn't your concern. I mean—it is, but it also isn't mine. The team is under threat, and we need backing from a powerful sorcerer.
[Voice]: I see. We will send the most powerful sorcerer of the Immortalus Society in two weeks. Keep the chip with you . Do not lose it.
The call ended.
A drop of sweat formed on Yash's forehead.
[Yash]: Who was that guy? How did he know I used an external chip?
He removed the chip and placed it in his pocket.
[Yash]: I see… it must be the Immortalus Society Leader, Krishna. Since he once visited Greto Planet (Capital Planet of the Greto Empire), he may understand this technology.
After a moment, Yash asked himself—
[Yash]: If he isn't the one coming… then who is he sending? Who is the most powerful Immortalus Society sorcerer? Someone stronger than him?
Yash's eyes widened in realization.
"So they are sending… him?"
To be continued…
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EXTRAS:-
CROCUS HELPING AN OLD WOMAN
While resting on Planet Bozo, Crocus was seen helping an old woman cross the road while carrying her bags.
A newspaper from Herto Company peeked out of her bag. The headline mentioned the appearance of the Hunter Dragon Crocus on Planet Gamble.
The old lady blessed him for his kindness.
Crocus entered his spacecraft and resumed his journey toward Planet Gamble 2.0.