Hua Yucheng and the head of the Qiao family exchanged glances and then spoke in unison:
"With our Lord's ambition, how could the Hua and Qiao families not support it? We'll cover the remaining 50 billion star credits!"
Hearing this, Feng Mo could only marvel at the immense resources of these millennia-old families, with their seemingly endless supply of wealth and materials.
Feng Mo knew, however, that this level of support was likely a one-time boon. The Storm Empire's rapid development had heavily relied on the Qiao, Chu, and Hua families, who had provided everything from raw materials to personnel. Most of the top instructors at the Storm Military Academy were, in fact, elite talent from these three families.
These powerful clans never lacked specialized expertise. While some of their professionals might lack hands-on experience, their technical knowledge was unmatched.
The three families had always been supportive of Feng Mo's requests, rarely asking for anything in return. Feng Mo understood why they were willing to invest so much without immediate gains. The Storm Empire owed a great deal to these three families, but Feng Mo was not one to overthink or worry about repayment. Their investment in him showed their confidence, and as long as he continued to innovate, these three families would stay firmly loyal to the Storm Empire's ship, never wanting to disembark.
"Thank you all for your support. Based on estimates from the Storm Empire's Starship Design Department, it will take over two years to construct the T5 Battle Planet. When complete, it will allow us to sweep across the Starsea Human Federation!"
Feng Mo made no attempt to hide his ambitions, which drew various reactions from the others. The head of the Qiao family looked at him with admiration and respect, Hua Yucheng and Wang Chongsheng with reverence, and Chu Yunjian with unmistakable affection.
After exchanging a glance with Chu Yunjian, Feng Mo ended the call and instructed Alisa to create a funding plan detailing each party's contributions in raw materials or star credits, which she then sent to everyone.
"Alisa, start gathering personnel and set up a dedicated Battle Planet Design Division within the Starship Design Department. Take whatever resources you need—funds, people, materials—the goal is to complete the Battle Planet within two years!"
Alisa's usual hesitance was replaced by pure enthusiasm as she replied loudly, "Rest assured, my lord! Alisa guarantees this mission will be completed!"
Clearly thrilled, Alisa couldn't wait to dive into the Battle Planet research. After ending the call, she dashed off to the Starship Design Department, ready to recruit all the talent she could find.
Having finished his tasks, Feng Mo spent another seven days with the Storm Fleet docked at the main port, keeping a watchful eye as the Pan-Human Alliance made no further moves. Finally, Feng Mo gave the order to return.
This time, however, the fleet's destination wasn't Snowhawk System but rather a teleportation gate leading to Tianqi Prime. One of the Federation's treasure vaults was located there.
Feng Mo's visit was to fulfill a promise the Federation had made, allowing him to select one treasure from the vault. In addition, the Federation had agreed to cover all expenses for this campaign, so Feng Mo intended to submit a generous reimbursement request.
After listing all the weapons and resources he wished to be reimbursed, Feng Mo submitted the document via the interstellar network to the Federation Council. Within minutes, he received a response confirming that all requested supplies and weapons would be delivered to Snowhawk Prime.
Feng Mo could only marvel at the Federation's immense wealth. After 7,500 years of development, the Federation truly had vast resources. He had listed a large quantity of weapons on the reimbursement sheet, and the Federation agreed without haggling, surprising him slightly.
He had requested a hundred thousand T5 interstellar missiles, twice the number he had used in battle. The priciest item on his list was the cost for repairs, depreciation, and damages to his ships, totaling three billion star credits.
To the Federation, such figures seemed trivial; within ten minutes, the three billion star credits were transferred to Feng Mo's account.
Considering the Federation's past as a governing body of seventeen major empires and hundreds of star systems, with seventeen large, forty medium, and numerous small star systems under its purview, their annual tax revenue was astronomical. This only heightened Feng Mo's anticipation of the Federation's treasure vault.
Upon reaching Tianqi Prime, the Storm Fleet followed a ground crew's guidance and docked at the second spaceport. Feng Mo disembarked from the Storm God, accompanied by Han Peipei and Xing Shuwen, and took an interstellar shuttle directly to the tallest building on the planet: the Federation Council building.
Though he had visited it in the virtual interstellar network a few times, this was his first time seeing the physical Federation Council headquarters.
Before he could enter, soldiers standing guard recognized him and offered a crisp military salute.
"Good morning, Councilor Feng Mo. I'll be your escort today. Please follow me."
A young woman in a business suit greeted Feng Mo warmly as she approached.
Feng Mo returned the soldiers' nod, appreciating his amiable approach. The soldiers, noting his easygoing demeanor and lack of arrogance, felt a surge of respect for him. In another setting, they would've bowed deeply.
With Xing Shuwen and Han Peipei beside him, Feng Mo followed the woman in business attire into the building. He had arranged his visit with the Federation Council beforehand, so a representative awaited him at the entrance.
Normally, the entrance to the Federation Council building had only guards and no attendants. Those wishing to enter would typically have to state their business at reception before receiving assistance. Ordinary citizens or minor nobles weren't even allowed through the gates, let alone escorted.
The businesswoman led Feng Mo to an elevator, where an electronic voice greeted them:
"Scanning... Welcome, Councilor Feng Mo, to the Federation Council building."
The announcement validated Feng Mo's identity, while Han Peipei and Xing Shuwen, officially registered as his assistants, received no such acknowledgement.
The elevator descended, eventually reaching a depth Feng Mo estimated at about 5,000 meters. With a soft chime, the doors opened to reveal a massive underground space.
Though large, this area spanned roughly the size of ten football fields, its decor dominated by a minimalist monochrome design, creating a calming atmosphere. Under the guidance of an attendant, Feng Mo arrived at the door to a private vault room.
"Councilor, this is as far as I can escort you. Only you may enter this vault room."
The staff member input a code, and the vault door slid open. Nodding, Feng Mo stepped inside.
The vault room was modest, around a hundred square meters, with a large desk in the center displaying a holographic screen scrolling through an item list. Taking a seat, Feng Mo watched the catalog of treasures roll across the screen.
These were the treasures available in the vault, an array of valuable items. As he scanned the options, a calm voice narrated through the speakers.
"Esteemed Councilor, thank you for your contributions to the Starsea Human Federation. You may select any one item from this list as a reward for your services."
Feng Mo's eyes lit up as he studied the list, which included over a thousand unique items, many of which caught his interest.
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