Chapter 1

The universe is vast, but it's not often that a "crisis that could destroy a galaxy" occurs.

If B-level or higher crises really happened frequently, the number of galaxy-level heroes wouldn't be enough, as they risk death on every mission.

Therefore, even though Feng Bujue had been promoted to "galaxy-level," he wouldn't immediately be handling high-level crises.

Right now, he'd been scrolling through the [Hero Mission Acquisition and Mutual Aid] interface for over twenty minutes and hadn't found a single crisis above B-level.

"Outrageous..." Feng Bujue was clearly dissatisfied with this. "What are the villains in this universe doing? What's the point of joining the evil faction if you don't want to rule the universe? Just find a regular job!"

In a sense… his logic was sound.

"Sigh… oh well, I'll have to start with C-level crises." Despite his complaints, Brother Jue didn't want to waste any more time waiting, so he decided to compromise… and find a planet-destroying event to handle.

These "C-level crises"... weren't exactly numerous, but they did occur daily (i.e., every twenty-four universe weeks).

After all, there are far more "planets" than "galaxies," and technically... "conquering a planet" is obviously easier and more reliable than "conquering a galaxy" or even "conquering the entire universe."

So, most of the major villains in this universe start with "conquering planets."

Villains aren't categorized by level, but by the size of their ambitions.

Basically, they can be divided into:

"I am God" type.

"I am the Cosmic Emperor" type.

"I am the Overlord of this Galaxy" type.

"I want to be the King of this Planet and surrounding areas" type.

"I want to Rule this Planet" type.

"I want to Conquer the World" type (Note: The difference between this type and the previous one is... they might not know that other civilizations exist in the universe).

"I want to Conquer this Country" type.

"I want to be the Local Emperor of this City" type.

"I want to be the Big Shot of this Area" type.

And the "I swear I'm going to rob that bank across the street today" type.

Of course... the last three are commonly known as "gangsters," "thugs," and "robbers." Usually, the police and some government investigation agencies can deal with them. Only city-level superheroes usually deal with them; if planet-level heroes were dispatched, these three types of criminals would be utterly vulnerable.

In the [C-level crises] Feng Bujue was about to take on, their opponents were basically somewhere between "I want to conquer the world" and "I want to be the king of the planet." For example, General Quake of Slow Star belonged to this level.

As for the strength of villains at this level… it varied from planet to planet.

For example, being king on a Saiyan planet and being king on Slow Star are two completely different things.

Similarly, to rule a Saiyan planet, you'd need a power level of at least 10,000 (King Vegeta was only 8,000), but to rule Slow Star… you only need about 800, which is more than enough.

In fact, according to the so-called "power level" standard, Quake probably doesn't even have 100... because Slow Star's gravity is 1.8 times bounciness (the unit of gravity calculation in this universe; Earth is 2.3 times). With his power... he can only compete with those "Slow Alliance" heroes. If he encounters Feng Bujue... he'll be slapped flying with one slap and killed with two.

Perhaps... precisely because the main opponent in Brother Jue's last C-level crisis was Quake (Blood Corpse God was an accident; if he was included, the mission wouldn't have been C-level to begin with), he had the illusion that "C-level crises are so weak that I'm too lazy to go…"

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Twenty minutes later, Space Federation No. 4 Spaceport, inside the "Huarong Road" spaceship.

This spaceship has a long history. It's said to be a relic from an interstellar war hundreds of years ago, and along with it came a story about an "ace pilot and a legendary spaceship."

Of course, stories are just stories. Even "official history" will be questioned and forgotten over time. "Stories"... after so many years, even if they haven't "faded," have long been "distorted"... no one takes them seriously anymore.

The passengers currently using this spaceship are only concerned about...

"Tch... what's with these seats? Couldn't headquarters find a better ship?"

In the rear cabin of the Huarong Road, a man wearing a cyan-green jumpsuit and a yellow helmet (this helmet wasn't for combat, but its front had a piece of optical glass that could cover the wearer's face), whose size (proportionally) was about twice that of an Earthling, complained from his seat.

"Hehe..." Before he could finish, a gorilla sitting across from him (yes, just a gorilla, a gorilla in full metal armor) replied with a smile, "'Green Meteor' brother... you're just not used to it." It had to be said... the gorilla's voice and appearance were completely incongruous. If you only heard the voice and didn't see his face, you might think a wise middle-aged man was speaking. "Old-fashioned military spaceships like this one weren't designed with comfort in mind at all. The reason why this rear cabin is so spacious is because it's for armored paratroopers wearing full exoskeleton suits. Back then, there weren't even seats in the cabin. The 'passengers' stood in rows, fixed in place by metal hangers. When they reached their destination... the bottom of the cabin would open, the supports would loosen, and they'd be dropped like bombs."

"Hmph..." Green Meteor curled his lip. "So... we should be grateful that we have a nauseating seat to sit on now?"

"Alright, what's there to complain about?" At this time, another hero sitting behind them interjected. "Are you going to do heroic deeds, or are you going on vacation?"

This speaker was dressed like a cowboy, with a gold star-shaped badge pinned to his chest, looking like a sheriff from a Western film. However, he wasn't an Earthling either. He was a "Horse-Head Man" – a man with a horse's head, burly and sturdy; his arms were as thick as a human's legs, and his legs were as thick as a human's waist. The ends of his two feet were hooves (shod with horseshoes), but his two hands had a four-fingered structure.

"Ah... forget it, forget it." Green Meteor shrugged. "It's only half a universe week's journey, I can endure it..." He paused. "Hey? Speaking of which... there's one more person, right? It was departure time a universe day ago, why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Speak of the devil...

Before Green Meteor could finish, the door between the rear cabin and the bridge opened, and under the gaze of three pairs of beastly eyes, an Earthling in a long purple suit, who looked thin and weak, walked in.

"Sorry, I'm late." After entering the cabin, Feng Bujue glanced at the three and apologized in a tone devoid of sincerity.

"Hehe... we're not in a hurry." Green Meteor grumbled unhappily. "It's just that I don't know how many people on that planet in crisis will die in this universe day."

He only said that out of spite, because he could sense that Brother Jue's apology wasn't sincere.

Unexpectedly...

"If everyone dies, can we just not go?" Feng Bujue actually replied with such a sentence.

"Huh?" Green Meteor immediately glared at him. "What kind of talk is that?"

"Nothing, I just heard you talking about people dying, and then I thought of a possible scenario." Feng Bujue replied calmly as he walked towards an empty seat. "Seriously, I'm also curious..." He looked at the other two heroes in the cabin. "If the planet has already been destroyed by the time we get to the crisis site, what happens then? Is it considered a failed mission? Or do we have to go and clean up the mess?"

When Brother Jue finished speaking, an awkward silence descended...

After a moment, the gorilla said, "This kind of situation... has indeed happened before. The specific handling method depends on the situation. Most of the time, we still go as planned. At least we can rescue survivors as soon as possible. If there are no survivors, we can deal with the culprit as quickly as possible."

"Oh... I see..." Feng Bujue responded.

"This little brother... are you new to the planet level?" The Horse-Head Man said to Brother Jue, "I know all the heroes above the planet level in the alliance, but I've never seen you before."

In the mission system, this mission required "five heroes above the planet level" to succeed, so those who came to this ship would not be city-level.

"Ah... hello everyone, I'm Poker Man." Feng Bujue was still listless. He replied with a lazy demeanor and tone, "I just joined the alliance not long ago. I hope you all won't hesitate to give me guidance in many areas..."

"Hehe... I see." The gorilla smiled again and began to smooth things over for Brother Jue, "Since he's a newbie, it's understandable that he's a little late. When I first joined the Space Federation, I couldn't find my way around either."

"Sigh..." Although Green Meteor had a fiery personality, he wasn't a bad person. After hearing Brother Jue and the gorilla's words, his attitude softened a bit. "There's really no way around it. You have to be careful next time. If we're late, people will really die over there."

Beep—

As they were speaking, an electronic sound came from the speaker on the ceiling, and then a shrill voice said through the broadcast: "Everyone buckled up? Then get ready to depart. We're already a universe day behind schedule, no time to dawdle."

Obviously, the speaker was the spaceship pilot, and he... was also a hero.

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A few minutes later, the spaceship had left the Space Federation headquarters and entered "warp mode."

In the warp tunnel, the spaceship was very stable, and the people in the rear cabin barely felt like they were on a vehicle.

At this moment, Green Meteor seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Brother Jue, who was sitting in the last row, and said, "By the way, newbie, you don't know our hero names yet, right?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bujue thought for a second and replied, "Um... no."

"Hehe..." Green Meteor said, "Then we can play the 'Guess the Name' game."

"Oh?" Feng Bujue became interested at this moment, because he loved playing these kinds of games with people... "How do we play?"

"Hehe... it's a very simple game." The gorilla turned around and took over Green Meteor's words. "You guess our hero names and abilities. As long as you can guess the hero names of more than half of the heroes in this mission, or guess our abilities, you can be the captain of this mission."

"This is a game that is often played when everyone on duty is a planet-level hero and they don't know each other well." The Horse-Head Man added, "What do you think? Poker Man, do you want to play?"

"Okay... I'll give it a try." Feng Bujue smiled, "By the way, I don't have to guess the spaceship pilot's name, right? I haven't seen him since I got on the ship."

Before the three in the cabin could respond, the pilot's voice came from the broadcast: "No need."

It seemed... the rear cabin of this spaceship was always under his surveillance.

"Heh..." Brother Jue chuckled and looked at the gorilla, "Then I'll guess you first."

"Sure," the other replied with a smile.

"How many chances do I have?" Feng Bujue asked.

"It doesn't matter if you guess the ability or the hero name, you have four chances in total," the gorilla replied.

"Gorilla Man? Armored Gorilla? Gorilla General? Gorilla Captain?" Immediately afterward, Feng Bujue guessed four times in a row, and all of them were guessing the hero name.

"Hehe... sorry, you were so close." The gorilla laughed, "My hero name is 'Banana Eater'."

The moment he heard those three words, the corners of Feng Bujue's mouth twitched, and he complained in his heart: "How is that close? That's completely off, okay? If you have to make a comparison, it's the difference between 'human' and 'pervert,' isn't it?"

"Alright..." Feng Bujue turned his head helplessly and randomly looked at Green Meteor, "I guess you are... Cucumber Man?"

"Wrong," Green Meteor shook his head.

"Green Giant?" Brother Jue guessed again.

"I'm relatively small among my race," Green Meteor said.

"Mutated Tadpole?" Feng Bujue said again.

"Who would use that kind of hero name... it sounds like a victim of some kind of accident..." Green Meteor even complained.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue touched his chin and pondered.

Just when everyone thought Brother Jue was about to fail the game on this question, unexpectedly...

"Is your ability physical function that is significantly stronger than that of your race?" He suddenly stopped guessing the hero name and guessed an ability instead.

And... he guessed correctly.