Chapter 593: . Desperate end, the total star commander descends! (1)

Book 593: Dead End, the Grand Governor Arrives! (1)

"Saya! It's actually Saya!"

"My god, how can he still appear here? I heard he was already dead."

"Maybe he crawled back up from some garbage planet, who knows. Lin."

"By right, Saya is the first-in-line heir of the Lairshas family. His appearance here means we are in for a good show today."

"Heh."

A barrage of astonished, playful, mocking, and cynical gazes converged upon Saya.

Whispers of every kind drifted into his ears from all directions.

Saya spotted Hobart among the crowd.

Just prior to this, this very man—the Grand Speaker of the Boro Star Sector—had warmly received him on the sector's capital planet.

Now, dressed immaculately and holding a glass of wine, he looked at him with keen interest, as if looking at a complete stranger.

There were also those he once called uncles, who had once crossed several star sectors just to procure rare and amusing trinkets to please him, all because of a casual remark he had made.

Now, they merely watched from the sidelines with cold detachment. The way they looked at him was no different from how they would look at a stray dog on a garbage planet, perhaps even with a bit more disdain and disgust.

And there were many more.

Saya stood amidst these diverse people, each wearing a different expression.

At this moment, he felt like a clown.

He had been specially invited here to serve as a unique entertainment for this banquet, solely for people to laugh at and ridicule.

Until the very moment he stepped into this banquet hall, a tiny shred of pride and self-esteem, which he once possessed as the eldest young master of the Lairshas family, had still lingered in his body.

At this very moment, it was completely shattered to pieces.

Saya clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth.

A few seconds later.

In the end, he slumped and let his hands fall dejectedly.

"Take him down.

We will deal with him after the banquet is over."

Bosi, leading the group of family elders, looked at Saya and coldly issued the command.

Pei'er frowned and took a step forward, wanting to say something, but she was choked back by a single sentence from Bosi.

"Even if Your Excellency comes from White Moon Arrow, you have no right to interfere in the matters of our Lairshas family.

If you do not wish to be thrown out by us immediately, you had best stand there quietly."

Over a dozen figures in the crowd rapidly closed in on Saya.

Danton took a step forward to block the path ahead of Saya, saying in a muffled voice, "Looks like you have to rely on me again, Sa—"

But before Danton could finish his sentence, he stopped abruptly.

Someone had grabbed Danton by the throat.

It was a tall, thin, middle-aged man who looked quite ordinary, but Danton, a twelfth-stage martial artist, was as weak as a little chick in his hands.

"Mr. Wu."

Bosi and the other elders of the Lairshas family greeted the middle-aged man with considerable respect.

The latter merely nodded slightly, then glanced at Saya casually.

Saya felt as if he had been struck heavily, and his entire body staggered back two steps.

The instant this middle-aged man glanced at him, Saya felt as though his very soul was about to be torn apart.

A sentence was stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

"Thirteenth stage..."

Saya had heard his father mention that the family spent an immense price every year to enshrine a thirteenth-stage martial arts powerhouse.

He had never managed to see him.

To his surprise, the first time he saw him, it was used to deal with himself.

It was truly ironic enough.

Several large hands fell heavily upon Saya, and the powerful force transmitted from the palms thoroughly suppressed his martial arts strength.

He was like a fish surrounded by a school of sharks, firmly pinned down.

"I originally wanted you to witness this moment, but it seems... you won't have that chance."

Wells waved his hand at Saya, a winner's smile appearing on his face.

At this instant, Saya finally lost the few strengths he could rely on.

A thick blanket of despair completely enveloped him.

"The prophecy... is the prophecy a lie?"

Surprisingly, Saya did not feel anger; instead, an inexplicable sense of absurdity and ridiculousness filled his heart.

A self-deprecating, bitter smile appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself in a low voice, "I am truly stupid enough.

To actually believe in some bullshit guidance of destiny..."

The slip of paper tucked in his breast pocket, which bore the so-called prophecy of destiny's guidance, felt like the greatest mockery to Saya at this moment.

And just when everyone was sneering, watching Saya about to be dragged away from the banquet hall.

Suddenly.

"Boom!"

A violent sound of breaking through the air came from overhead.

This massive commotion caused the people at the banquet to raise their heads one after another.

They saw an indescribably massive spaceship slowly poke its bow out from the void.

Just the bow alone was many times larger than the planet everyone was currently standing on.

Assume the planetary defense shield—before this colossal entity, vast as a starry leviathan—shattered like brittle paper.

“What… what *is* this?”

For a breathless moment, the banquet guests stood frozen, murmuring in stunned disbelief.

Then—a massive, blazing stellar insignia blazed across the sky, seizing every eye.

The instant it appeared, a handful among the crowd paled, their faces twisting into expressions of overwhelming awe and trembling exhilaration.

“The Grand Star-Commander! That’s the Grand Star-Commander’s vessel!”

“The Grand Star-Commander has arrived on this world!”

Those three words struck the assembly like a detonated bomb—explosive, deafening, shattering all composure.

Who *was* the Grand Star-Commander?

Across the Hundred-Star Sector, only two held that title.

One guarded the Voidfront, standing sentinel against the incursions of extracosmic beasts.

The other ruled the Hundred-Star Sector itself—the most exalted, revered sovereign among billions upon billions of stellar races.

Whichever one had come, he was a figure beyond reach, a titan whose very name stirred reverence in the hearts of mortals who dared not even dream of such proximity.

A being perched atop more than a hundred star sectors—supreme, untouchable.

Even a Sector Grand Chancellor would shrink to insignificance before him.

And they—mere dignitaries ranked below even such chancellors—were dust beneath his gaze.

In an instant, the grand banquet hall erupted into pandemonium.

Nobles, ministers, magnates—all surged with fervor, craning necks toward the descending craft.

Even Sector Grand Chancellors like Hobert scrambled to straighten their robes, eyes alight with trembling anticipation, fixed upon the vessel above.

Wells and the elders of House Lairsas danced with delirious joy—dazed, as if struck by a meteor of pure fortune.

No matter why the Grand Star-Commander had come—

At this precise moment, as House Lairsas underwent its own succession crisis—merely announcing his presence would suffice.

Borrowing his authority, invoking his name—within time, House Lairsas would stretch its influence, its commerce, its dominion across the entire Hundred-Star Sector!

Saya, too, gazed upward at the sudden, immense arrival.

At this juncture, he—the former center of attention, the court jester of the evening—had been eclipsed, forgotten, rendered invisible by the shadow of a far greater presence.