Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Sir, welcome to the Morlar planet," the worker with antennae on his head said in fluent universal language.

Having worked at this port for decades, the most essential skill they learned was judging a traveler's identity through their spaceship.

Though he didn't recognize the Silver Winged Demon, everyone was familiar with the Airbird Company, the largest spaceship manufacturer in the universe.

This black spaceship was obviously a private one, and at Airbird Company, even the cheapest, least-equipped models started at a trillion cosmic coins. It's not unusual for the high-end models with the best configurations to cost several hundred trillion cosmic coins.

In other words, this young man in inexpensive clothing wasn't as simple as he appeared—maybe he acquired this spaceship through some shady means.

Would someone who could afford a spaceship worth tens of trillions of cosmic coins wear such cheap clothes?

But no matter how he obtained the spaceship, he needed to be treated seriously. What if he really had that much money and dressing this way was just a personal quirk?

"Oh, hello, this is my first time on the Morlar planet. Could you tell me how the parking fees are charged?"

"Sir, we offer various payment options here. You can choose to make a one-time payment upon leaving the planet. The cost is one hundred thousand Morlar coins per standard cosmic day, and we have dedicated staff to handle your daily maintenance.

"Alternatively, you could apply for our Morlar Civilization's Parking VIP Card, which offers free parking and maintenance services on any of the Morlar Civilization's planets. The price is twenty million Morlar coins for one standard cosmic year."

"Seems not too expensive." By this conversion rate, a year's parking fee was only two million cosmic coins, and Fang Jueyu's last takeout order had dishes costing tens of thousands of cosmic coins each.

"Host, generally, spaceships don't require much maintenance, at most just a wash. They only provide a parking area, and there's not much overhead, so the prices naturally aren't high."

"However, host, Earth has not yet been included in the Cosmic Federation. For any civilization, processing documents requires one to be a Cosmic Federation citizen. You are currently akin to an undocumented person, so it's best not to handle those services for now."

"Hmm." Fang Jueyu nodded. "I'll choose the one-time payment option."

"Alright, sir," the worker began to have doubts about Fang Jueyu's identity. Clearly, he wasn't willing to reveal his true information, which only fueled speculation.

But he was just a port worker; he had no right to inquire further into Fang Jueyu's real identity. He handed Fang Jueyu a transparent card, "Sir, this is a temporary docking permit. The fees will be calculated from today, charging a full day even if you don't use the entire day. We'll collect the payment when you leave the Morlar home planet."

"Alright, thank you." Fang Jueyu accepted the card. As he turned around, he noticed a chubby man staring enviously at his Silver Winged Demon, akin to the look one would give an undressed beauty.

"So, I've taken care of things. Let's continue discussing compensation." Fang Jueyu patted the chubby guy's shoulder.

"Hahaha, there's no need for compensation for such a small misunderstanding," the chubby man's earlier demeanor vanished, and his smile was bright.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Natu from the Olam Civilization. My father is the ruler of the Olam Civilization." Natu pounded his chest with pride.

"Host, the Olam Civilization is on the verge of ascending to a Level Four civilization from a peak Level Three. This Natu has significant backing, though it's unknown how he ranks among the ruler's children."

"So he's a 'second-generation' too," Fang Jueyu chuckled, extending his hand confidently, "I'm Fang Jueyu, from Earth."

"Earth?" Natu strained his memory for any civilization known as Earth but couldn't match it to any advanced civilization. Was it simply too distant to be acknowledged?

In Natu's mind, anyone who could afford a private spaceship from Airbird Company had notable status, possibly even more so than himself. Because of this, the fact that Er Gouzi dirtied his clothes and spaceship became trivial.

"Brother, your spaceship is the Silver Winged Demon, right?" Natu leaned closer to ask.

"Good eyes." Fang Jueyu, seeing Natu's expression, instantly understood the change in his attitude. In this universe, those who played with spaceships had their status represented by them. It seemed purchasing the Silver Winged Demon was indeed a wise decision.

"Wow, this is a limited edition commemorative spaceship from the Airbird Company. Even those who can afford it might not be able to reserve one. Countless people across the universe have coveted it. Brother, you've got some skill."

"Is it hard to buy?" Fang Jueyu tilted his head, recalling how easily he acquired it. He assumed the lack of buyers was due to the price being too high. "I ordered it directly through the Airbird's internal company. Their salesperson personally introduced it to me."

"Hard to buy? It's not just hard. Despite the steep price, in a universe this vast, many can afford it. The moment it went on sale, it was fully booked."

"Host, you purchased it through the Space-Time Store. Enterprises have special policies for Space-Time Store customers," Xiao Yi explained, "For instance, the Silver Winged Demon had a few units reserved for special customers during production, and Space-Time Store users are among them."

"So that's it," Fang Jueyu hadn't realized he unknowingly showed an air of superiority.

Natu widened his eyes, looking at Fang Jueyu with disbelief. Fang Jueyu's expression was remarkably calm, not forced at all.

Having seen much of the world, Natu understood industry norms. From Fang Jueyu's recount, he was the sort who could effortlessly buy reserved spaceships—a "special big shot."

"Could he be from a top civilization's powerful family?" Natu pondered intensely. Yet, there were only so many top civilizations, and he was sure there wasn't one named Earth.

"Gosh, I just told him he couldn't afford it," Natu glanced back at his spaceship, acknowledging it had already stretched his limits to purchase. Compared to the Silver Winged Demon, though, it was nowhere near its worth, yet he still dared boast.

With someone of Fang Jueyu's wealth, buying his clothes and spaceship wouldn't even warrant a blink. Offending such a figure could spell doom for his civilization.

Such events weren't unheard of in cosmic civilizations. Special resource holders, when angered, could trigger conflicts between civilizations.

Realizing this, Natu shivered. He almost resorted to force against someone like Fang Jueyu. Despite being alone, who knew where his bodyguards might be lurking?

"Fang... Brother Fang, I'm sorry, I take back what I said earlier..."