Outside Gate Alpha of Dyson-Sphere Number One, the void of space was clogged with the most expensive traffic jam in the history of the Milky Way.
Dozens of gold-plated interstellar yachts, floating jade palanquins, and colossal luxury cruisers were jostling for docking positions.
Each vessel flew the proud crest of a great mercantile clan, an ancient aristocratic house, or a high-ranking sect from the Central Ring.
High-definition broadcasts across Galactic Wall Street had spent the morning streaming live footage from inside the Twelve Dyson-Spheres.
The images showed endless crystal lakes, perpetual twenty-four-degree spring breezes, twenty-times cultivation speed powered by golden karma star-seeds, and free Chaos Dao-Fruit buffets on every street corner.
For the ultra-wealthy elites who had spent centuries breathing smog and watching their lifespans tick away in noisy financial districts, the spheres looked like the ultimate paradise.
Standing behind the transparent intake counter at Gate Alpha, Su Wan adjusted her glasses, while Bai Xiaoxiao sorted registration tokens.
[Su Wan. Taichu Chief Executive Officer. Goodness Score: 95 / 100.]
