Chapter 79: I Want to Divorce Her

“What should we do? Village Chief Yun, please help him, please!” Delis’s small face turned pale, her eyes brimming with fearful tears.

Then, gritting her teeth and steeling herself, she said, “I—I can pay you! Really, I have a superpower. I can create lots and lots of beautiful clothes.”

“Oh? A superpower that creates clothes?” Yun Qimu looked at her curiously.

This was truly eye-opening. First, she’d met someone in the Tengu Tribe who could conjure up meat, and now here was someone who could make clothes appear out of thin air.

The superpowered people on this exile planet were really something else. She’d never heard of such practical abilities in the outside world.

Now that the ice was broken, Delis became much more talkative. Her little mouth rattled off an explanation of her ability: “As long as I draw the clothes on paper, I can copy them and turn them into real, tangible clothes. I can even change the size. Right now, I can make ten pieces a day.”

Yun Qimu asked with interest, “Can you also create the gemstones and pearls on the clothes?”

Delis’s big violet eyes widened in shock. She never expected Village Chief Yun to see through her hidden flaw so easily—how annoying!

She hung her head, pouting in disappointment. “No, I can’t.”

“But once my ability levels up, I’ll definitely be able to make them perfectly. Really! You have to believe me.”

Being stared at by such a cute girl with pleading eyes, Yun Qimu—was absolutely not going to go soft.

She pretended to think for a moment, then said with a headache, “But I really don’t need any more clothes right now.”

That was the truth. She’d spent so much time in Earth Village developing flax cultivation and the textile industry, and had just selected ten skillful people to focus on clothing production. Now Delis shows up—wasn’t that just a slap in the face to all her previous efforts?

Delis grew anxious. “Even though my clothes don’t have gemstone decorations, they’re still really beautiful! The noble girls in the Empire all loved them. The fabric is super comfortable too, not inferior at all to the royal family’s pearlescent or silk fabrics.”

“And, and if you can’t wear them all, you can sell them! They fetch a really high price. My father took some to Mercenary City and sold each one for ten thousand energy coins!”

She bit her lip, her expression eager as she tried to sell herself, even suggesting a sales channel.

Ten thousand energy coins—that’s a hundred spirit coins. That really was quite valuable.

With this reminder, Yun Qimu had a new idea. That’s right, Earth Village couldn’t just produce for itself—they could sell to other cities and factions.

Not just clothes, but fruits and vegetables too. As long as they found a market, they could make money and boost Earth Village’s reputation. Then they wouldn’t have to worry about recruiting villagers.

Yun Qimu looked at Delis with appreciation, then suppressed the smile tugging at her lips. “That’s a good idea. But your clothes are still just a dispensable luxury to me, and honestly, they’re not worth two bottles of my Red Healing Potion. Still, I think your ability is very useful, so I’d like to sign a contract with you.”

“What kind of contract?” Delis’s eyes widened in delight.

“I’m planning to open a clothing store soon. I want to hire you as the shop owner. You work for me for one year in exchange for me saving your friend. Of course, I won’t make you work for free. You’ll get a commission of one spirit coin per piece of clothing, plus a monthly salary of three thousand spirit coins. What do you think?”

She didn’t know what spirit coins were, but she’d get paid, her friend could be saved, and the job sounded good. Delis, who was penniless and homeless, instantly brightened.

She nodded eagerly. “I agree! I’ll sign the contract and be the shop owner!”

“Alright, then it’s settled. Once you join Earth Village, we’ll sign an electronic contract.”

Yun Qimu’s eyes curved in a smile; she looked genuinely pleased.

Then she handed over two bottles of Red Healing Potion. “Here, feed this to your friend. He should recover in about ten minutes.”

“Okay, okay!” Delis’s tears instantly vanished. She excitedly reached out to take the bottles, but the person she was holding up was just too heavy...

Masa, ever the considerate one, came over to help. He smiled and said, “Let me help hold him up, little girl. You give him the medicine.”

“Thank you, Grandpa, thank you!” Delis beamed gratefully at Chief Masa, thanking him over and over.

But Masa’s smile froze. “G-Grandpa...”

He bulged his eyes, a bit aggrieved as he explained, “I’m not old! I’m only sixty-nine, still a strong, vigorous young man. My son is only sixteen!”

He even puffed out his sturdy chest. He was an A-rank water ability user. According to interstellar superpower lifespan statistics, he could live to six hundred!

Of course, the harsh environment of the exile planet and years of dark matter erosion would probably cut that short, but he’d still have at least another hundred years. Why was he being called Grandpa? He was not happy.

“Wow—” Delis’s violet eyes widened in surprise. “You’re more than ten years younger than my father!”

“But why do you look so much older?”

Masa: ...That stings, little girl!

Yun Qimu fell silent too.

Strong and vigorous? She really couldn’t see it.

Just look at Masa’s dark, weathered face, covered in stubble so patchy it looked like a dog had chewed it. From afar, it looked white, up close it was blue with a hint of silver. His face was dirty, and with that expression, that posture, hands on his waist like an old man—who wouldn’t call him Grandpa?

Seeing Masa’s aggrieved look, Yun Qimu quickly coughed to cover her amusement.

“Anyway, Delis, Agulai is in bad shape. Hurry up and give him the medicine.”

“Oh, right, right!” Delis’s attention shifted at once. She hurriedly took the red bottle from Yun Qimu, pulled out the cork, and tried to pour it into Agulai’s mouth.

Her little mouth chattered nervously as she encouraged the patient, “Agulai, open your mouth. Drink this and you’ll be fine...”

Masa, though still looking sour, held Agulai steady to help Delis give him the medicine. When he saw the bleeding from Agulai’s stomach wound stop, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he called over his dopey son, who’d been standing by watching the commotion, and handed Agulai over to be carried. Only then did he feel free.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and retreated to his wife Hualan’s side for comfort, asking, “Do I really look that old?”

Hualan’s smile faltered, her eyes hesitating as she looked at him.

But Meifang, standing beside her, didn’t hesitate at all. She laughed and slapped her thigh. “Oh my, Chief, you finally see it! Just look at your face—when you stand next to my son Cook, you two look like father and son. Who’d believe you’re the same age?”

Masa: That hurts even more!"