Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 2346: Breaking through (2)

The location of Dark Direction's gathering was still hidden, and equally luxurious.

Compared to the small bridges and flowing water of the Yeka Red City stronghold, this base gave a modern feel.

Metal and light screens formed an almost illusory sci-fi world.

Ye Zhongming entered wearing the a11 mask and immediately drew everyone's attention.

He found the setup where all top-tier members had to pass through the ordinary members' gathering plaza on entry somewhat exasperating.

Did a power with such complex relationships, with influence extending into every corner of every survivor fortress, still need this bit of vanity?

But after Ye Zhongming reached his private room, he had a sudden insight.

Those who could join Dark Direction—even the most ordinary members—were likely real power-holders in major and supermajor races. Never mind status; in individual strength alone, great experts were probably as common as dogs.

Top-tier members and founders? Peak experts were probably everywhere.

As for letting top-tier members enjoy the spotlight at every gathering—perhaps it wasn't for the top-tier members' sake, but to encourage and motivate ordinary members to strive upward.

Ye Zhongming had personally seen a21's excitement when he was promoted to a top-tier member.

a21 wasn't a peak expert, but definitely a veteran great expert, with Furelai around one hundred seventy to eighty thousand.

Even someone so close to peak expert status was incredibly excited at that moment—let alone ordinary members.

The conveniences, benefits, and support that came with top-tier membership were what ordinary members aspired to.

After entering his room, Ye Zhongming looked around. The decor was completely different from Yeka Red City, but the essential structure was the same. This time, Ye Zhongming had come prepared—he deliberately sealed the teleportation array's aura and modified the destination through his top-tier member privileges.

It was some distance from Cloud Peak Manor, surrounded by several major cities where many races lived. Even if discovered, it wouldn't be directly linked to Dark Strip City.

Then Ye Zhongming submitted a task.

It was the one Kunzuo had claimed—collecting certain parasites, either living or dead with intact corpses.

Ye Zhongming brought the latter.

"Kao Beast," "Chest Crystal Carving," "Bika No. 12," "Nong'aosi No. 14 Parasite," and so on—Ye Zhongming had obtained them all.

Most were found on the planet hunting ground; the small races and the Su Clan had brought back quite a few, and the rest he'd gathered through Su Clan and Library Palace channels without much difficulty.

Because Ye Zhongming's specimens covered all species, had intact corpses, and sufficient quantities of each, after evaluation he received over four million Moonspan Gold in reward.

Ye Zhongming couldn't help but marvel—with the right channels, making money really was relatively easy.

After the members submitted their tasks, the gathering of founders and top-tier members began.

This time, only seven of the ten founders attended, and ten of the twelve top-tier members.

Among them, the a01 founder whom Ye Zhongming paid close attention to, and the a21 top-tier member with whom he'd established preliminary contact, were both absent.

Today's meeting was again hosted by a02, who had presided at Yeka Red City.

"Glad to see everyone again after dozens of days. Our Dark Direction gatherings have been frequent lately." Everyone chuckled, sensing a different undertone in his words.

The cosmic races' situation was unstable recently—somewhat chaotic. The more chaotic, the more opportunities, and the more money to be made.

"I just reviewed everyone's task status—quite good. Whether posted or completed, this is the most active period in recent years."

a02 continued, "Everyone's made a lot. Time to spend some."

Another round of laughter, with hidden anticipation.

In any organization, the upper echelon always gets resources others can't imagine—that's the advantage of power.

Dark Direction was no exception.

These founders and top-tier members controlled over seventy percent of the organization's resources.

"First item. Someone has one hundred seventy-seven spacecraft: sixty-one transport ships and one hundred sixteen warships."

"Transports range from low to high grade, roughly equal numbers of each. Warships include escort ships, battleships, and carriers. Escort ships: forty-five 'Lof' class, forty 'Heavy Tide' class. Battleships: twenty 'Empty Breeze' class, eight 'Zhuanghao' class. Carriers: three, all 'Linghan' class."

After a02 finished, the founders were fine, but the top-tier members stirred.

Not that they hadn't seen the world—but this fleet was simply too large, and it included carriers!

Those were known as mini-fortresses!

Ye Zhongming showed appropriate surprise outwardly, but inwardly he was in turmoil.

He immediately guessed the source of these warships. Though not certain, he was close.

Who else could provide so many warships recently? Not any supermajor race—but the recent sensational fleet annihilations in the safe star zones.

Only those destroyed fleets could give certain Dark Direction members such an opportunity.

At the same time, Ye Zhongming was greatly shocked by the power these people wielded. He'd thought he'd already imagined Dark Direction as strong enough, but now he found it wasn't.

These warships—officially listed as destroyed—had ended up in Dark Direction's hands and were being openly sold?

That... how much power did that require?

"There's some risk, but we've minimized it. All spacecraft will be repainted and modified, all traces erased. No single buyer may purchase everything—the spacecraft will be split into at least five lots, and carriers limited to one per buyer. Please understand."

The others understood. They knew that even if one person could buy everything, it was unlikely—not just the astronomical Moonspan Gold for nearly two hundred spacecraft, but the attention it would draw from the cosmic races.

"Prices are posted above. Take a look. If interested, place your order."

Ye Zhongming glanced at the prices—indeed very low. He knew the prices when Jie Su bought spacecraft for mining services; this was nearly twenty percent lower.

He specifically noted the carrier price: three hundred million Moonspan Gold, a frightening round number.

But the displayed "3" suddenly flickered and became "2"—someone had bought one.

The resentment of the rich surged in Ye Zhongming's heart again.