As Fwens’s forceful speech concluded, the cheers at the scene grew a bit louder once more.

Fwens closed his eyes, tilted his head back slightly, and silently savored the cheers from the audience.

His ideal had finally taken its most crucial step!

This wondrous feeling was indescribable to him.

From a respected Federation scientist, to defecting from the Federation and becoming the misunderstood leader of a cult organization…

Even though Fwens believed in his ideal with unwavering faith, there were still moments in the dead of night when he couldn’t help but question whether his actions were truly right.

Recruiting for a cult organization was difficult, and the Security Bureau’s crackdowns were severe!

The people his organization recruited were also… bizarre!

Terrorists, severe addicts of prohibited substances, sexual deviants, psychologically disturbed violent individuals…

Fwens had an ideal, but most of his subordinates did not.

And grand ideals often required strict executors!

Otherwise, overly lofty ideals could easily turn into an utter disaster…

There were several times when Fwens, this leader of the Star Traveler Society, desperately wanted to destroy the organization he had created.

Fortunately, as the strongest individual within the organization, Fwens ultimately suppressed all dissenting voices!

As a Demigod-level Powerhouse, Fwens, after employing numerous brutal methods, finally molded the Star Traveler Society into one of the Federation’s most disciplined cult organizations!

With its reputation and public perception not collapsing into complete absurdity, he had finally, with great difficulty, led the Star Traveler Society to this day!

Witnessed by countless people, he had realized the grand ideal he had vowed when he defected from the Federation!

……

Federal Calendar 7708, November 21st, late at night.

After closing his eyes and enjoying the cheers for twenty seconds.

Fwens opened his eyes, flames reignited within his gaze!

No, this was not enough!

On the stage, Fwens gently raised his hands and pressed them downwards.

The cheers at the scene gradually subsided following this gesture.

“Regarding the selling price of the Miracle Fruit, I will try my best to keep it as low as possible.”

“However, considering various factors like manufacturing and transportation costs, preliminary estimates suggest it might still cost several hundred Spirit Stones…”

As he said this, Fwens sighed silently in his heart.

The cost was still too high…

“I know there are still many ordinary people who would have to work very hard for a long time to afford a Miracle Fruit.”

“But, don’t worry. Reducing the manufacturing cost of the Miracle Fruit is also the next research direction for me and my partners.”

“Please look forward to it.”

“Finally, I will distribute ten thousand Miracle Fruits right here at the venue!”

“I hope you witness the fruits of our years of effort…”

Then, Fwens extended his right hand, waving it to retrieve countless Miracle Fruits from the Spatial Ring on his finger.

Under the vast manipulation of Demigod-level Spiritual Power, these ten thousand glowing, peculiar fruits floated above the stage.

Fwens gently waved his right hand towards the audience seating.

Those ten thousand glowing, peculiar fruits, guided by his spiritual perception, accurately flew towards ten thousand ordinary people.

Without exception, they were all ordinary people with no energy fluctuations whatsoever on their bodies.

Most of those ten thousand audience members who reached out and caught the Miracle Fruit chose to consume the “Miracle Fruit” directly under the envious and curious gazes of those around them!

The Empire’s endorsement of the “Miracle Fruit” eased these people’s worries.

In the Star Realm, if even the Empire’s endorsement couldn’t be trusted, then there was almost nothing left to believe.

The “Miracle Fruit,” covered with countless barbs, pricked these ordinary people’s mouths, drawing blood.

The thick scent of blood, mixed with the somewhat sour and astringent taste of the “Miracle Fruit,” swirled in their mouths.

The blood in their mouths and the pulp of the “Miracle Fruit,” intermingling, emitted faint glows of various colors!

The faintly glowing pulp was quickly absorbed by the consumers’ saliva, vanishing without a trace!

After absorption, these consumers all felt a faint instinct erupting from within their bodies!

Many began to subconsciously open their mouths and roar:

“What a strange feeling!”

As the roars fell, their palms manifested strange phenomena like scorching flames, gentle water droplets, and hard clumps of earth…

The consumer with the most dramatic effect even had a large tree sprout from the ground beneath his feet!

Countless exclamations of amazement rose from various spots within the stadium.

All those who ate the “Miracle Fruit” had become first-tier elemental-type Psychics!!

Of course, a small number of people did not consume the “Miracle Fruit” they received.

This small group tucked the “Miracle Fruit” into their clothing, planning to resell it for a huge profit before the “Miracle Fruit” went on large-scale sale!

Fwens on the stage also did not pay attention to this small group.

Everyone had their own choices; he was merely providing an alternative possibility for life.

On the stage, Fwens let out a sigh of relief.

His purpose for coming to the Silver Radiance Festival was finally accomplished. Next, he only needed to wait for the Federation’s reaction…

Fwens looked towards the Empire’s Military powerhouse beside him and Loren, who had just walked up next to him, and asked with a smile:

“My business is done. Do you two have anything you want to say?”

The powerhouse from the Empire’s Military shook his head, indicating he did not.

Loren was looking at Fwens with a strange expression, as if he was truly seeing these highly active cult organizations within the Federation in a serious light for the first time.

After a long moment.

Loren also silently shook his head, indicating he had nothing to say either.

Seeing this.

The Spatial Type powerhouse from the Empire’s Military nodded inwardly, thinking to himself:

It’s finally over…

He looked towards the live broadcast equipment in front of the stage, raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and placed it firmly against his chest, performing a standard Empire military salute.

“The Empire’s Military announces it takes responsibility for the incident that occurred during this Silver Radiance Festival.”

Cheers erupted again within the stadium!

Seeing his action, Fwens beside him also chuckled lightly and spoke to the audience seating:

“The Star Traveler Society also takes responsibility for this matter.”

The cheers at the scene grew even more intense!

After the two had spoken in turn, they both looked uniformly at Loren.

The audience at the venue and viewers watching the live broadcast also looked at that man whose methods were bloody and cruel, eagerly wanting to know which faction he came from.

Loren thought for a long time, unsure of what to say.

The Nature Sect identity was fake, and the Interstellar Hunter identity couldn’t be revealed.

Finally, he could only say with a completely serious face:

“That’s right, the three of them bear full responsibility! As you can see, I’m just here to help!”

The faces of the two men beside him instantly darkened in unison!

This bastard!!

And in a distant star domain, a white-bearded old man watching the Silver Radiance Festival also cursed at the screen before him:

“Bastard!”

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