Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

Costa was an employee of Zesseri Company at a branch on a third-level civilization planet of the Wensel Civilization. On this day, he received a special order from headquarters to deliver takeout to a customer in wormhole space!

In the vast universe, life forms generally have two paths: one is to continuously break through oneself by cultivating the Potential Guiding Technique to become a Martial Artist, surviving through their strength by hunting creatures and executing missions.

However, becoming a Martial Artist requires a significant investment of time, effort, and wealth, and only the relatively affluent families in the universe can afford this tremendous expense.

Moreover, the mortality rate of Martial Artists is high, especially for free Martial Artists, who sometimes die without anyone knowing where, or even worse, get captured by some organization or hostile civilization, becoming a slave without any dignity.

However, top-tier Martial Artists, such as Divine Ability Users, Controllers, or even Transcenders, possess great strength, high status, long life, and even immortality.

Generally, the rulers of a civilization are top-tier Martial Artists, such as the leader of the Wensel Civilization who is a top-tier Controller. And a Transcender can become a powerful force, ruling a top-tier civilization and countless other subordinate civilizations, receiving respect throughout the universe.

The other path is to learn a skill, just like humans on Earth finding an ordinary job. These are usually people without any background wishing to live a plain life.

Yet if given a chance, who wouldn't want to become a respected Martial Artist? It's merely for survival. After all, the economic pressure of becoming a Martial Artist is very high, and ordinary individuals cannot afford such expenses. For them, joining a big company is already a fortunate occurrence.

Both Aisina and Costa were such people, representing the living conditions of most living beings in cosmic civilizations.

Yet fate is always changing. If one day they acquired a substantial fortune, they might abandon their current jobs and pursue the path of a Martial Artist, just like many strong people in existing cosmic civilizations who have grown this way.

After receiving this task, Costa was filled with concern but also anticipation.

Delivering takeout in a wormhole was something no one had ever attempted; he might never return due to some accident, but the headquarters offered an unimaginably high delivery fee.

With this money, although not enough to enter a Martial Artist school, he could purchase the cheapest online Martial Artist course. He was still young and had great potential, which was why he was so expectant!

He gazed resolutely at the planet slowly rotating before him, his eyes full of longing.

"Wormhole, open!"

A few minutes later, that spaceship marked with the Zesseri Company logo disappeared into a black vortex.

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"Host, I detected the signal of the Zesseri Company's spaceship."

"Finally, it's here!" Fang Jueyu exclaimed, tossing the space food that resembled plastic into the trash; he'd had enough after over a month.

"Host, the connection has been established."

"Hello sir, I am Costa, the delivery man from Zesseri Company." A young voice came from the communicator, "I have entered the wormhole. Please slow down your spaceship; I will begin space-time docking."

"Xiao Yi, start decelerating!"

"Yes, host!"

Under Xiao Yi's control, the super-light speed engine began reverse operation, and the spaceship's speed immediately slowed down, eventually dropping to only 400 times the speed of light after several minutes.

"Coordinates captured, beginning docking!"

As the coordinate differences and the speeds of the two spaceships became aligned, a silver-gray spaceship slowly appeared next to the Silver Winged Demon, and the docking chambers of both ships began the docking process.

"Xiao Yi, could they rob us?" Fang Jueyu suddenly asked with some concern, fearing there was no one to protect him here; if he died here, the news might not even get out.

"Are you paranoid?" Xiao Yi said, "Rest assured, host, these legitimate companies have strict records. If you fail to complete the evaluation, the Cosmic Commerce Bureau will launch an investigation, and these delivery men are just ordinary people, unlikely to even be a match for you!"

Indeed, a young man jumped out from the docking chamber. Fang Jueyu took a glance; his level hadn't even reached a Hidden Elementer, possibly due to racial reasons, likely akin to an A-level superpower user, but to Fang Jueyu, he seemed just like an ordinary person.

"Host, employees of such cosmic companies are usually powerless ordinary people. Even the company bodyguards, at most, are Hidden Elementers, possibly Source Energy Users. Martial Artists wouldn't stoop to doing such jobs."

"What do they do then?"

"Either they become cosmic pirates, plundering spaceships and looting some indigenous civilizations not part of the Cosmic Federation, or they join some Martial Artist organizations, executing various missions. Anyway, this universe is much bigger and more complicated than you can imagine."

"See that delivery guy?" Xiao Yi said, "Such a big company, yet their annual income is at most a few thousand cosmic coins, but the survival cost in high-level civilizations is much higher, and for those schools that specialize in training Martial Artists, even the cheapest ones require millions of cosmic coins per cosmic year for tuition and investment."

"Tsk tsk, that's indeed complex."

"However, host, most of these civilizations are technological. If you enter some cultivation civilizations, you might see Martial Artists everywhere."

"Sir, here's your order from our company!" Costa handed Fang Jueyu a small box that looked like a thermal container, likely a special storage space.

"Here's your delivery slip." Costa had a bit of sweat on his forehead, clearly indicating that the docking between spaceships was no easy task.

"Oh, I'll pay by card!" Fang Jueyu glanced at the bill, the delivery fee was over 2 billion cosmic coins.

Costa took one look at the spaceship and was shocked to notice the Airbird Company logo. This company was a cosmic-level giant, and even the cheapest private spaceship cost over a trillion cosmic coins. No wonder this customer didn't care about a 2 billion cosmic coin delivery fee.

Is this the world of wealthy people, so capricious?

"Alright, check it out." Fang Jueyu took his delivery and scanned it with his spiritual power; everything he ordered was inside.

"Sir, you overpaid by 1 million cosmic coins." Costa was startled; while 1 million cosmic coins might be nothing to Fang Jueyu, it was an amount Costa could never earn in his lifetime.

"Oh, you made quite an effort to come here, consider it a tip."

Costa shuddered. The company only gave him a delivery fee of 200,000 cosmic coins despite the risk, yet this customer generously tipped him 1 million cosmic coins! With this money, he could quit his job tomorrow and enroll in a Martial Artist school to start training!

"Thank you!" Costa bowed deeply.

"Alright, head back. I'll give you a good review." Fang Jueyu was already eager to taste the delicacies.

"Enjoy your meal!" Costa returned to his spaceship, vanishing from Fang Jueyu's sight.

"Tsk tsk, ordering takeout in a wormhole, you're probably the only one in the universe who'd do something like that."

Fang Jueyu automatically filtered out Xiao Yi's words and directly pulled out a portion of grilled Flame Dragon meat, and the alluring aroma immediately filled the entire spaceship.

"What the heck, stupid dog, why are you snatching it? I haven't even eaten yet!"

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