After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 425 New Planet

“Lila said she sensed you were in danger.” Maxi’s voice had returned to normal, but his eyes were still brighter than usual. “We have to save Mom.”

Lila suddenly pointed to the fallen agent leader: "Mom, before he died, he was thinking, 'The agreement has changed, protect the target.' What does that mean?"

Arya and Hawke exchanged a puzzled look.

Why would Miss Ster's agent think about protecting her target before she dies? Logically, she should have wanted all three of them to die together.

There's no time to investigate further.

The roar of aircraft could be heard in the distance.

Hawke carried Arya on his back and gestured for the two children to follow.

"I've hidden a modified smuggling ship in an abandoned mine; it can take us out of this star system."

As they walked through the smoke-filled corridor, Arya noticed a strange detail: on the wrist of the agent leader's corpse was a small tattoo of the Second Prince's emblem—Leon's personal mark.

Aria was immediately alarmed. Did the Second Prince also want to kill them?

Maxi suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Mommy," he looked up at his mother, his expression a mixture of fear and anticipation, "what that bad man said about Daddy, is it true?"

Arya felt her heart being squeezed by an invisible hand.

This day has finally come.

Looking into her two children's questioning eyes, she knew she could no longer avoid the question. How could she tell them that perhaps their father didn't expect them to be together?

“Yes,” she said softly, following Hawke toward the escape route, “your father… is Leon Augustus. But for now, we only need to remember one thing—”

The roar of the aircraft grew closer, and Hawke urged them to speed up.

Arya took a deep breath and spoke the words she had kept hidden in her heart for six years:

"No matter whose children you are, you will always be my children first and foremost. And I will always protect you."

As the four rushed into the underground passage leading to the abandoned mine, Aria had no idea what the future held.

All she knew was that although the interstellar space was vast, there was no safe place left for her with two children of royal blood.

The children's awakening will drag them into an even bigger storm.

In the darkness of the passage, Lila suddenly clenched her hand.

“Mommy,” the little girl whispered, “Daddy, he’s thinking of us. I can feel it.”

Arya's steps barely faltered, but her heart skipped a beat.

Is this true? But what about those agents who wanted to kill them?

Arya didn't know the answer either.

“Green Shade Star, a pseudo-agricultural colony, with a population of 42,000, primarily exports grains and synthetic proteins.” Hawke’s voice crackled through the ship’s communications system. “Most importantly—there’s no royal garrison, no genetic scanning system.”

Arya looked through the observation window at the gradually enlarging green planet.

Unlike the rusty wasteland of Ash Star, Green Shade Star, as its name suggests, is covered with lush vegetation.

From the orbital perspective, it looks like an emerald gently placed by God on black velvet.

“It sounds too good to be true,” she whispered, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the grip of the pulse pistol.

The wound on her shoulder still throbbed, reminding her how her last "safe haven" had turned into a trap.

“Nowhere is absolutely safe,” Hawke adjusted the landing parameters, “but this place is remote enough that even space pirates wouldn’t bother with it. I have an old friend in the Third Agricultural District who can arrange new identities for you.”

I heard soft footsteps behind me.

Aria turned around and saw Maxi and Lila standing at the hatch.

Two weeks have passed since we left Ashes, and the blue light in the children's eyes is more pronounced than ever before—a sign that their abilities are out of control.

"Mom, are we there yet?" Lila asked, rubbing her eyes.

The little girl's blonde hair was messy, and she had obviously just woken up from a nap.

“Almost there, little star.” Arya knelt down and straightened her daughter’s collar. “Do you remember our new names?”

“I am Ella Weiss, Max is Marcus Weiss, and you are Ellie Weiss,” Lila recited fluently. “We come from New Canaan, having lost our homeland in the war.”

Maxi curled his lip: "That story is too far-fetched. New Canaan was destroyed by a meteorite ten years ago; no one escaped."

“That’s why no one could verify it.” Arya gently squeezed her son’s hand. “Remember, no matter what happens, you must not display your abilities. Especially at school.”

The two children exchanged a glance.

Since their powers were unleashed, these silent exchanges between them have become more frequent, sometimes even making Aria feel uneasy—as if they were sharing some secret world that she could not enter.

“Five minutes until landing,” Hawke’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Fasten your seatbelts, kids. The atmosphere on Green Star is a bit volatile.”

As the spaceship passed through the clouds, Aria saw vast wheat fields, so neatly arranged they looked as if they had been drawn with a ruler.

Domed settlements dot the farmland like scattered pearls.

So peaceful, so ordinary, this was the refuge she had always dreamed of.

If we ignore those silver towers evenly distributed across the fields.

“What’s that?” She pointed to one of the towers, about thirty meters tall, with a faint blue light shimmering at the top.

Hawke followed her gaze: "The Climate Control Tower, the pride of Green Star. It's said to control rainfall and temperature within a fifty-kilometer radius, allowing crops to grow year-round."

He shrugged. "High-tech gadget, but it really works."

Aria squinted.

As an engineer, she knew that climate control technology of this scale was rare even on the core planets of the Empire.

Why would a remote agricultural colony have such advanced equipment?

The spacecraft landed on a private helipad on the edge of the third agricultural zone.

A burly man with a thick gray beard was already waiting there, with an old hover truck parked next to him.

“Karl Mohn,” Hawke introduced briefly, “Former Star Marine, now runs an organic farm. Absolutely reliable.”

Carl didn't ask any further questions; he simply helped them load their small amount of luggage onto the truck.

“The Weiss family, right?” His voice was as deep as the flow of an underground river. “I have an abandoned farmhouse in the West End, very close to the school.”

As the truck drove along the path through the wheat fields, Aria noticed a climate control tower every few kilometers.

Even more strangely, there are no visible connecting lines between the towers—meaning they are either wirelessly powered or have a massive underground facility.

“These towers?” she asked tentatively.