"Didn't your brain capacity remain unchanged?" the black-haired boy comforted, "Don't worry, you're not the only one. All of us will change, too!"

Huo Li, who had just yelled out the first syllable in a sharp, childlike voice, immediately regretted it. This time, the golden-haired boy deliberately lowered his voice, putting on a serious expression. "Ahem. Then you have to look somewhat like me!"

The black-haired youth readily agreed, "Alright, I'll listen to you!" He watched as the golden-haired boy attempted to act like a dignified adult. Finding the sight utterly adorable, the youth couldn't resist reaching out to tousle his soft golden curls. This earned him a furious glare from Huo Li and awkwardly restrained smiles from the subordinates, who dared not laugh openly under their Boss's lingering aura of authority.

Afterward, The black-haired youth wrapped himself in a cocoon of black threads. Watching the black mass take shape before him, the golden-haired boy couldn't help but feel a spark of anticipation. Sure, he was stuck as a child, which was far from intimidating, but if he could see his 'little boyfriend' turned into a mini version of himself, it might not be so bad.

The subordinates were also curious about their sister-in-law's younger form. It would surely be adorable if it matched the current appearance of their Boss. Under everyone's expectant gazes, the black threads slowly retracted. But instead of a black-haired child, what emerged was…

A handsome young man, approximately 27 or 28 years old, with golden hair and bright blue eyes, smiled warmly at everyone. If one ignored their contrasting expressions, the young man and the golden-haired boy bore about a 90% resemblance.

Huo Li: !!!

The blond man walked over to little Huo Li and couldn't resist ruffling his soft, golden hair again. Leaning down, he teased, "Come on, little Philip, call me Daddy!"

"Pffft!" Liu Mo couldn't hold back and burst out laughing before quickly covering his mouth.

Blond little Huo Li puffed up in anger, "No way! Don't you think about it! Turn me back right now, or else I'll…"

The blond youth chuckled, "Or else what? From now on, you'll stay in this adorable form during our missions!"

His triumphant smile froze mid-laugh as his hand, still messing with Huo Li's hair, suddenly stopped in midair. He could no longer move it. The golden-haired man's expression turned lifeless as he watched his own black threads disobediently spread out, wrapping the little blond Huo Li in another cocoon before enveloping him as well, completely obscuring his vision.

Enveloped by his own black threads, Xiao Yi lamented internally, (Damn psychic abilities! I knew I shouldn't have restored Huo Li's brain capacity!)

Five minutes later, the black threads receded. The black-haired boy, now noticeably shorter, regained control of his body. His small face turned grim as he transformed his right hand into black threads to use as a mirror. The threads' sensory cells silently stared at the sight of a black-haired, blue-eyed child pouting in the reflection.

Huo Li confidently approached, pleased with his current appearance: a 20-year-old young adult with black hair and blue eyes who resembled half of his original appearance. Effortlessly, he picked up the boy and settled him on his right arm, resting him against his chest.

"Come on, Xiao Yi, call me Brother," said the blue-eyed youth.

Though their facial features weren't particularly alike, their shared black hair and blue eyes made them appear like a handsome college student carrying his little elementary-school-aged brother.

The little boy glared at Huo Li's laughing blue eyes and reluctantly muttered, "Brother." In his mind, Xiao Yi thought, (Hmph! Calling you, a 3,000-year-old monster, my brother isn't a loss when I'm only three years old.)

But Xiao Yi added, "I don't mind calling you Brother during missions, but you must let me handle all future disguises! And you need my permission to control my body, including using the black threads!"

"Fine, fine," the blue-eyed youth promised, raising a hand in assurance.

With that, Xiao Yi turned his mischievous gaze toward Huo Li's subordinates. He couldn't handle their Boss, but he could definitely handle them!

Ten minutes later, a brand-new group of subordinates had emerged!

Aliena, who used to be a distant and cold girl with silver hair, was transformed into a seductive beauty with fiery red hair. Liu Mo, once a talkative individual, became a middle-aged man with a beer belly and a balding head. As for Da Li, he was turned into a frail youth with a scholarly appearance.

Freed from Huo Li's "brotherly" embrace, Xiao Yi proudly admired his handiwork. He enthusiastically explained, "Aliena looks stunning in this new look! A change of style now and then is refreshing. Liu Mo, you're the most talkative among us. This new appearance perfectly suits a negotiator; you looked too young before to be credible. As for Da Li, your strength-based abilities were too obvious before. This sickly appearance is more deceptive, right?"

Among them, Liu Mo protested the most vehemently. Without his handsome face, he currently resembled a shrewd, greasy merchant. Aliena, on the other hand, quietly pulled out a compact mirror from her storage space. A subtle smile lit up her face as she examined her reflection, exuding an irresistible charm entirely different from her previous icy demeanor.

When she confirmed no one was watching, Aliena's smile turned gleeful. (Ahhh! I look so sexy now! I love this look so much—what do I do?! )

The blue-eyed youth, Huo Li, interrupted the group's laughter, "There's no time to waste. Let's head straight to Prosperity Planet. This nuclear-polluted planet isn't worth staying on any longer. The main system will dispatch saviors to organize the survivors' migration in a few minutes."

The main system's voice echoed simultaneously in the minds of Xiao Yi and the six subordinates. "Acknowledge, Huo Li. The transmission channel is being established."

Meanwhile, Xiao Yi subtly whispered when no one was paying attention, "Main system, can you delay my transmission by a few seconds?"

"Of course," the main system kindly replied in his mind.

An orange light flashed, and the seven of them instantly disappeared from the conference room. Xiao Yi quickly manipulated his black threads to wrap himself up and began making adjustments. Hundreds of thousands of threads moved at maximum efficiency. After a minute, Xiao Yi called out, "Done, main system!"

Fifteen minutes later, Huo Li and his six subordinates appeared simultaneously on the transmission plaza of Prosperity Planet. The expansive stone-paved square was bustling with an uncountable number of people. Hundreds of individuals appeared or vanished every second, causing the transmission array to flicker continuously. Even in the afternoon sun, its dazzling white light was blinding.

A newly arrived bald, stout man glanced around nervously before hastily approaching the blue-eyed youth. "Bo—Mr. Philip, your... brother didn't come with you?"

The blue-eyed youth looked puzzled and called out tentatively, "Little Philip? Are you here?"

At that moment, a flash of light appeared behind the young man. Soon after…

"Brother! Were you calling me?" A 14 or 15-year-old blue-eyed boy patted Huo Li on the back. "I got delayed by a minute."

"Why did you change back?" Huo Li asked telepathically. (I wasn't done admiring that adorable child version of you!)

"What's wrong? I promised to call you brother, and I kept my word, didn't I?" Xiao Yi replied telepathically, with no sincerity at all. "This plaza has surveillance cameras. No way am I transforming back."

Huo Li glanced at the cameras scattered across the plaza and reluctantly dropped the subject. Soon after, a group of staff in light blue uniforms approached, holding scanning devices to verify the group's identities. However, Huo Li easily took control of their minds, creating identification records for everyone.

Since it was getting late, Huo Li confirmed through the staff's memories that the planet's relevant offices were about to close, so their plan to purchase a hospital had to wait.

Posing as two young masters of the Philip family accompanied by their entourage, the group checked into a nearby business hotel.

"Mr. Liu, please arrange our accommodations. My brother and I will share a room." Huo Li announced in the hotel lobby, "Tomorrow morning, we'll need to choose a site and handle formalities for Philip General Hospital."

"No! Xiao Liu, book eight rooms," Xiao Yi objected, his tone perfectly mimicking a spoiled young master. "The esteemed Philip family isn't so poor that we need to skimp on room fees!"

The receptionist couldn't help but smile at the young master's haughty demeanor. "Understood, young master Philip. Eight rooms it is! Mr. Liu, please register for everyone."

Tracking an interstellar Class-1 fugitive had indeed reached a fever pitch to the extent that even ordinary hotels were equipped with skeletal scanners. However, such measures were naturally useless to Xiao Yi's group. Each person retired to their respective rooms, digesting the day's events while preparing for the next day.

After freshening up, Xiao Yi fell asleep on the soft bed in his room. Nine hours later, he woke up feeling well-rested. Groggily, he glanced at the clock on the opposite wall. (It's already 7 a.m.?)

The clock displayed a series of red numbers: 00:30.

A chill ran through the youth's body as he fully woke up. He bolted upright and walked briskly to the window, looking at the street below. The night was still cold and quiet. (There's no way I only slept for two and a half hours. My biological clock is never wrong…)

"2d14?" he called softly.

But his mind was met with complete silence. The once ever-present, foolish system that had been bound to him for months was gone!

For the first time, the usually fearless black-haired youth felt a chill of terror from the depths of his heart. Unlike past dangers, this was entirely outside his expectations. With no leads, Xiao Yi tried turning on the room's television, but every channel displayed 'No Signal.'

Helpless, the youth donned his pajamas, opened the door, and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.