Up in the fifth-dimensional Floating Gold Vault, the King of Plunder glared. His cracked golden abacus mask at the stealth dimensional rift he had just pried open five hundred miles above the Golden-Ear Main Planet.
Seeing his two thousand former Devouring-System Clones happily scrubbing soup bowls and peeling potatoes in yellow aprons for fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun, the greedy Script-King felt. Meanwhile, if someone were auctioning off his internal organs for scrap copper!
“All of her Rank 9 Granary power comes from that silver-gray tin lunchbox Gu Changsheng packed for her!” the King of Plunder hissed. Channeling his remaining Author Origin into the nib of his Golden Fate-Quill to project an invisible, hundred-thousand-mile-wide Tax-Collector’s Plunder Siphon down through the dimensional rift.
“Not only am I going to snatch that [Galvanized Galactic Lunchbox] off her table. Meanwhile, she’s busy handing out beef noodles, I’m going to suck up all ten years of Grade-9 spirit-rice she just rained onto the mortal planets! If I steal a Rank 9 Peak family relic forged by Gu Changsheng, my vault will make back ten times its losses!”
Silently, like a greedy golden octopus tentacle, the Tax-Collector’s Plunder Siphon crept down through the upper cloud layer of the Golden-Ear Main Planet. Extending two hundred thousand invisible suction threads toward the newly filled granaries of the Western Galaxies and toward the lunchbox sitting beside Tuntun’s cauldron!
