One Wave Hasn’t Settled, Another One Rises

The female soldier awkwardly retreated from the room after General Mo’s furious outburst. His gaze was so fierce it felt like he was ready to kill, and it made her heart tremble. But what had she done wrong? All she had done was bring him a cup of tea—hardly a major offense.

Even in the interstellar era, tea was a rare luxury, and without her family background, she wouldn’t have been able to get her hands on such tea leaves. Sadly, her goodwill was met with the general’s coldness, and she returned to her dormitory in tears.

However, her fellow female soldiers in the dormitory were used to this. After all, she wasn’t the only one who had faced difficulties. Every soldier in that dorm had tried and failed in some way. General Mo was so handsome that it was impossible not to take a chance and hope for a better life. What if they got lucky?

Meanwhile, Ye Mo had returned from the wilderness just in time for dinner, managing to slip in before her grandmother and aunt arrived, so they didn’t notice she had been outside.

“Momo, are you tired?” her grandmother asked, her voice filled with concern. She knew that pregnancy often made women feel fatigued.

“Grandmother, I’m not tired at all!” Ye Mo replied, though in truth, she was a bit exhausted from the long walk and all the fruit she had eaten. However, the thought of all the fresh fruit now stored in her spatial warehouse filled her with satisfaction. It would be enough to sustain her throughout her pregnancy.

“Momo, you seem a bit worn out. Are you having trouble sleeping?” Aunt Yu observed, noticing that Ye Mo looked slightly fatigued.

“Aunt, it’s nothing. I’ve just been staying up late reading novels online. There are so many of them on the interstellar network,” Ye Mo explained.

“In the future, don’t spend so much time on StarNet. You need to rest properly,” Grandma Yu said firmly, leading Ye Mo to the dining table.

Dinner was quite lavish by interstellar standards. The chef prepared egg soup, a meat and vegetable stir-fry, two vegetarian dishes, and the roasted duck Ye Mo brought, along with several small snacks. Grandma Yu and Aunt Yu enjoyed the meal, but Ye Mo found it a bit bland compared to the delicacies in her space. She took one bite of the duck but felt nauseated and didn’t eat much more.

Ye Mo went to rest after dinner, completely unaware that her actions in the wilderness had already gone viral. Footage of her planting had been captured by satellites—not just military ones, but those owned by major conglomerates and starlords—and had been uploaded to the internet.

Opinions online were mixed. Many believed the video was digitally altered, but experts confirmed it was genuine.

“This footage must be fake. With today’s advanced satellite technology, you can see every detail, even the fur on alien creatures. But this footage is so blurry. How could that be?”

Others noted that a mask obscured the figure’s face, making identification impossible. “Who would dare get close enough to a Transcendent Plant Master to get a clear shot? No one wants to disturb such a powerful figure.”

In the interstellar community, Plant Masters were highly respected, and a Transcendent Plant Master was practically legendary.

“Are we sure this is a Transcendent Plant Master? I thought they had vanished ages ago.”

“Yes, there hasn’t been a Plant Master in the entire interstellar region for decades. And now you’re saying one has appeared?”

“Where is Planet Kamo anyway? Is the Transcendent Plant Master from there, or are they just hiding out?”

“Kamo is an underdeveloped planet with almost no immigration, so the Master must be a native.”

“I never imagined such a backward place would have a Transcendent Plant Master!”

“I’ve heard of Planet Kamo before. Isn’t that where those famous plant researchers lived a few decades ago?”

“Yes, I remember them. They were on the verge of becoming Plant Masters. They had a beautiful garden, but after they died, no one could find it.”

“That garden was stunning in the photos, but no one knows where it is now. It’s probably in the villa district.”

Online discussions about the Transcendent Plant Master were in full swing, but Ye Mo had no idea. She had come and gone quietly, and those trying to track her spacecraft lost its trace as soon as it entered the residential area.

Ye Mo slept soundly that night and, the next morning, returned to her space to play a farming game. In reality, she was managing the entire space, abundant with food while the outside world grappled with shortages.

Ye Mo’s stash of food was becoming a concern. If she had grain, she could exchange it for money, but the origin of her goods was a problem. Unlike the plant research institutes, which could legally sell their products, Ye Mo couldn’t explain where her produce came from.

Scrolling through the interstellar web, Ye Mo saw that a catty (0.6 kilograms) of rice sold for 1,000 star coins on the plant research institute’s online platform—enough to buy 100 units of regular nutrient solution. The cheaper solutions, costing just 2 star coins per unit, were notoriously bad-tasting, though they provided the same nutrition.

While the price of rice was high, Ye Mo didn’t dare sell her surplus because it had no official origin. She sighed, wondering when she would have a legitimate identity.

As she continued browsing, Ye Mo noticed that the topic of the “Transcendent Plant Master” was still trending. Confused, she watched the video and was stunned to recognize herself. The planting she had done on a whim had been captured and broadcast to the world, and this “Transcendent Plant Master” everyone was talking about was actually her.

Oh my god! Ye Mo felt overwhelmed. What a mess! Was she going to have to avoid going out now?

(End of chapter)