Felice fell into a state of disbelief.
An IPC shareholder was actually asking her about Hoshigaki Sora?
No matter how she thought about it, this whole situation was utterly baffling.
True, IPC had countless shares spread across numerous investors, but fewer than a thousand individuals could genuinely be considered shareholders.
To put it another way, these individuals were basically among the most powerful figures in the entire galaxy.
Such people typically dealt with company employees ranked at least P40 or higher.
Their transactions regularly amounted to tens of trillions of credits.
So here came the question—why would someone of that caliber suddenly reach out to her about Hoshigaki Sora?
Could it be that Sora had purchased a starship this big shot had reserved in advance?
That couldn't be right. People at this level usually had internal channels; how could they fail to secure something they wanted?
So then…what could it possibly be?
Countless possibilities flashed through Felice's mind in an instant.
But she quickly rejected each of them, one after another.
The likelihood of these two individuals being connected in any meaningful way seemed impossibly small—practically negligible.
Precisely because of this, she had no way of confirming just what their relationship might actually be.
Just then, her work terminal rang again.
As expected, it was that same shareholder who had called earlier.
"Miss Felice, I believe now you can provide me with his details."
Felice quickly shook off her chaotic thoughts and transmitted all the available information on Sora directly to the shareholder on the other end.
It included identity, name, corporate accounts—everything.
"Alright, I've received it. Goodbye."
After saying that, the shareholder directly ended the call.
Only after the call ended did Felice finally notice the figures displayed in Sora's account balance.
The string of digits on screen left her feeling dizzy.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that the Sora she'd met earlier was actually a billionaire worth tens of billions of credits.
Wait!
If he hadn't bought that Trailblazer-class ship, his total assets would easily surpass a hundred billion credits.
"How on earth did he manage to make this much money…?"
Felice glanced at Sora's age and then back at his account balance. At this moment, she desperately wanted to track down Sora and directly ask him for his secrets to getting rich.
If she could make money at Sora's speed, she would have long since found a suitable planet to lie flat and live comfortably.
Unfortunately, she couldn't. So, she remained just another company specialist.
"Aii, comparing oneself to others only brings despair, and comparing goods only leads to throwing things away…"
Felice sighed softly in her heart, only for her work terminal to ring once more.
She paused for a moment before ultimately picking up.
Little did she know, answering this call would open Pandora's box.
In the brief period it took her to return to the branch office, Felice endured a bombardment of calls.
Not just from company higher-ups, but also from various top-tier forces across the galaxy.
For instance, Idol Media, a galaxy-renowned entertainment giant. Before Robin emerged, all galaxy-famous idols belonged to this company. Even though its influence had waned considerably, Idol Media still stood among the galaxy's top cultural powerhouses.
And then there were those ancient families from affluent star systems, massive interstellar mercenary groups…
One after another, these powerful groups launched a relentless phone bombardment at Felice over the following days.
Before this, Felice had merely heard rumors about these influential factions. She'd always assumed she would never have dealings with them in her lifetime.
Who could've expected that, within mere days, she'd have spoken to them all one after another?
And the reason behind their incessant calling was astoundingly simple—just one man.
The person who'd recently taken delivery of that starship from her: Hoshigaki Sora.
Indeed, the entire reason for their relentless inquiries was none other than this singular individual.
Call after call, question after question…
Felice felt as though she could now write an entire manual about Hoshigaki Sora.
At this point, she even doubted whether anyone in the entire galaxy knew Sora's personal data better than she did.
After all, among the countless calls she received were numerous medical institutions eager to obtain his health data.
When she asked further, she discovered that it was exactly those powerful people she had previously spoken with who had registered Sora's name with these hospitals.
The combined medical services they had arranged for Sora could cover everything from birth to natural death for an entire lifetime.
Yes, it was that absurd.
But it didn't stop there. Countless messages continued to flood in relentlessly.
Felice was close to tears now.
"I'm just his ship's after-sales specialist, not his agent!"
She'd repeated that explanation countless times already. Yet despite this, these people remained tirelessly persistent in contacting her.
Felice had repeatedly considered calling Sora herself and demanding he assign a professional agent to handle these matters.
Yet all her attempts to contact him sank like stones into the ocean.
Only then did she remember how incredibly far away Sora was right now.
Helplessly, Felice simply kept a record of all these messages, intending to pass every single one on once she managed to reconnect with Sora.
But the sheer volume of inquiries far exceeded her wildest expectations.
And the more time passed, the more these calls multiplied.
Soon, the questions were no longer limited to ordinary matters. People even began purchasing childcare packages for him!
Wait—didn't these people notice the bold letters saying he was unmarried on his data profile?!
What were they even thinking?
Felice ranted helplessly to herself.
And these were only the physical packages.
Her terminal was simultaneously being flooded with endless notifications:
Lifetime VIP memberships to countless music services, premium accounts for video streaming platforms, supreme membership cards to luxurious leisure planets…
All of these things waited patiently for a certain someone to come and claim them.
By now, Felice had become entirely numb. She glanced down at her memo dedicated solely to Sora-related matters, page after page filled with notes.
A quick skim revealed she'd already filled over eighty pages.
Just when Felice was sinking into despair, her terminal buzzed again.
"Heh."
Seeing another unfamiliar number, she snorted coldly.
She already knew exactly what was about to happen.
Looks like this memo will soon exceed ninety pages.
At this rate, even one hundred pages wouldn't mark the end of it.
Felice's gaze settled on the increasing distance count logged by her starship, and she abruptly realized something terrifyingly correlated with the frequency of incoming calls:
The farther this starship traveled across the galaxy, the more calls she received.
From just a few calls at the beginning, it had reached the point of consuming all her waking hours.
Right now, she wished she could crawl through her terminal screen, grab Sora by the collar, and scream:
"Are you running some kind of bizarre cult?!"
Because Felice genuinely couldn't fathom any other explanation for this madness.
But everything stemmed directly from a certain large chat group containing thousands of members:
[Zieltworth Survivors' Mutual Aid Group]
At this very moment, the group chat buzzed endlessly as everyone discussed recent sightings and gossip.
"I saw that starship delivering another group of people today. That guy named Sora really doesn't hold back."
"Yeah, seriously. After seeing the ship's logged mileage, I honestly couldn't believe it's the latest model."
"You could sell that thing second-hand right now, and nobody would doubt it."
"No kidding. He's flying nonstop day and night—every component onboard is probably worn down terribly."
Nobody could've imagined someone would put a brand-new starship through this kind of insane use.
In just a few short days, turning a pristine new vessel into something that looked nearly second-hand wasn't something a normal person could ever dream of doing.
"Complaining is useless, anyway. That guy never stops. I even booked him a complete ship-maintenance package, but he never showed up."
"I still remember what he said back then… calling himself 'Child of the Sun' aboard the 'Solaris'… seriously…"
The entire chat room was filled with sarcastic banter directed at one specific person.
"Well, hopefully once he's done, he'll finally slow down and enjoy everything we prepared for him."
"You sure he'll do that?" Someone expressed doubt.
After all, that man hadn't paused for a single moment since all of this began.
"He'll relax eventually…right?"
After the previous message popped up, uncertainty filled the chat.
None of them had ever witnessed that man rest.
"Maybe he'll finally rest once every single person from that planet is evacuated."
Thinking it through, that seemed like the only plausible scenario.
"But why's this run taking so long?"
Someone waiting at the starport expressed curiosity.
Normally, shouldn't Sora's ship be approaching by now?
Why wasn't there any notification yet?
"Did something happen to the Solaris?" Anxiety appeared in their words. Nobody wanted the man who ran himself ragged for his ideals to run into trouble.
But the truth was, the Solaris hadn't arrived at the expected time.
"It might be because of this—"
Someone suddenly posted a news alert:
[Galactic Pirates "Spider Raiders" spotted roaming nearby star sectors. Avoid unnecessary travel.]
Spider Raiders?!
A sinking feeling gripped everyone's hearts instantly…
And several light-years away, a silver-white starship was indeed facing a fleet of warships painted with spider patterns.
Only—the spider-patterned pirate ships were being rapidly consumed by explosions.
One by one, figures engulfed in blazing white flames flew gracefully through space, systematically tearing each ship apart.
And their leader now proclaimed aloud their true identity:
"I am the offspring of the sun!"
Tak!