Chapter 104: The Origin of the Hua Family

Uncle Xiang Rong also informed Feng Mo that the Federation had edited footage from the recent purge of the New Human Church, along with Feng Mo's duel against the beast, into a one-and-a-half-hour interstellar movie to be broadcast across the Star Network for a month. At Feng Mo's request, he remained anonymous throughout the video. As a noble, he knew that the lower his profile, the fewer adversaries he would attract.

Class divisions have always been difficult to cross, often breeding resentment and anti-establishment sentiments. In such a world, low-key living was the safest path.

The operation had wrapped up quickly; Feng Mo was already on his way back to Huiyao by morning. Reflecting on how his brief sortie had obliterated an entire asteroid in under two hours, he understood why they say, "Below T5, all ships are merely trash."

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Deep in the Chaos Starsea, Beast Roar System.

The dark hues of this ancient star system concealed a hostile environment. On the surface of the Beast Roar's main planet roamed colossal beasts—ten-meter-tall tyrant apes, titanic serpents stretching dozens of meters, and dinosaurs of astonishing sizes.

In a hidden underground base on the planet, a group of white-coated technicians passed through three security gates before finally reaching a spacious office. Inside, an elderly silver-haired man reclined in his chair, with an enormous, unknown beast's hide draped behind him.

The group gathered before the elderly figure, bowing. A refined-looking man at the front spoke, "Father Emperor, urgent news: The Federation launched a coordinated strike this morning at precisely eight. They deployed seven T5 ships, destroying seven church branches with T5-grade Star Destroyer Cannons. To add insult to injury, they've made a movie out of the operation and our mutants' defeat, broadcasting it across the Star Network."

The refined man's gaze grew fervent. "Father Emperor, this is an open challenge to the New Human Church. I suggest we unleash all remaining mutants, plunging the Federation into chaos as proof of our church's resurgence!"

After a moment, the silver-haired leader—the Church's Pope and the creator of all those present—smiled and shook his head. "The Federation has found us; the current experiment can end. There are inherent conflicts between human and pure beast genes that cannot be erased. Our next phase requires a significant collection of interstellar beastman genes."

He continued, "First, instruct all branches to consolidate their experimental data and equipment. Seal off the remaining six outposts and scatter the mutants across every life-bearing planet in their respective systems. Prepare them to attack in three days."

"Second, order our members within the Interstellar Beastman Tribe to act. If necessary, they may raze several beastman planets to intensify resentment toward humanity, triggering another war between the Federation and the beastmen. This chaos will allow us to harvest beastman remains freely."

The Pope's steely gaze fell on the refined man, "Mong Ya, I'm entrusting these tasks to you."

"Yes, Father Emperor!" Mong Ya responded, accepting his orders.

The Pope's face hardened further. "I understand our discovery was due to those foolish lackeys moonlighting as assassins and getting themselves killed, leading the Federation right to us?"

"Yes, Father Emperor. They attempted to assassinate a Federation earl, Feng Mo, the youngest and most promising starship designer and a star system lord. Investigations reveal he commands a quasi-T5 and T4 mixed fleet," Mong Ya explained.

"Interesting," the Pope said, his drowsy eyes sparking with interest as he straightened in his seat. "Mong Ya, when the chaos begins, personally seek out this talent. Extend an invitation to join our ranks—within reason, we can even meet his demands."

"What if he refuses?" Mong Ya asked cautiously.

The Pope's voice turned cold. "Then eliminate him. A genius who resists is just a waste of potential."

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That evening, back on Huiyao's primary planet, in Yunjian's villa.

Feng Mo was poring over intelligence reports on the Hua family. The more he read, the more he noticed a strange pattern: almost every family member seemed abnormal, each possessing unique and unsettling traits.

Younger brother Hua Mingling was a sadistic killer, while his older brother, though esteemed as a Federation talent and fleet commander, secretly indulged in a submissive, masochistic lifestyle. Even their elder, Hua Jin Xiu, notorious for her shocking promiscuity, fit this twisted family portrait.

Just then, Chu Yunjian entered, carrying two glasses of wine. She handed one to Feng Mo, raised her own in a toast, and asked softly, "Surprised by how disturbed the Hua family seems? Wondering why the Federation tolerates them despite their… behavior?"

"Not exactly. I'm more curious if there's something wrong with their genes," Feng Mo replied.

With a nod, Yunjian began explaining, "You're not wrong. The Federation tolerates the Hua family not just because they were instrumental in the Federation's founding but because of what they call the 'Heavenly Deed.'"

She continued, "In Federation Year 830, the Federation was hit by a full-scale invasion from the Interstellar Machine Race. The Hua clan led the resistance, defending humanity despite having only T3 starships, while the Machine Race had T4 technology."

"To turn the tide, the Hua family's ancestor, the fleet commander, sacrificed himself by detonating a one-time weapon that created a massive electromagnetic field in space, releasing a contaminant that devastated the Machine Race fleet."

"But the battle left the human fleet with heavy casualties, and the surviving crew—every last one—suffered gene pollution, a condition passed down through generations. In the early days, each generation saw members born with physical deformities or early death. As technology advanced, treatments improved, but mental and personality issues remained, impacting a few family members per generation."

Feng Mo nodded in understanding. "That explains a lot," he murmured, recalling the Hua family's odd behavior. The genetic pollution from that sacrifice had left permanent scars on the Hua family line.

Genetic disorders like these were notoriously difficult to treat, even with the Federation's advanced medicine. Conditions rooted in genetic mutations affecting brain cells were incredibly challenging, if not impossible, to cure.

While he could respect the family's sacrifice and empathize with their plight, he also knew that, as a threat, they would have to be dealt with. The legacy of the Hua family may have garnered them honor and privilege, but in the end, Feng Mo was determined to consign them to history.

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