In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

[The Golden Family... is it actually the Golden Corn Family, one of the three major royal families of the Federation?]

[Tsk tsk, I wonder who has a more prestigious status, the one above Mira.]

Even knowing that Fakhagenia's identity was extraordinary, it couldn't stir even the slightest ripple in Mo Chen's heart.

After all, there are quite a few plant spirit warriors with outrageous backgrounds in courtyard number 5905.

Once you've seen enough, the novelty wears off.

"Picky?"

Mo Chen raised an eyebrow, sized up Fakhagenia, whose height, including the tip of her hat, barely reached his chest, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He slowly raised his hand, gently stroking his chin, his gaze unabashedly shifting between the other man's ornate, slightly flamboyant military uniform and the gleaming grenade launcher.

"Fakatenia Gold, a corn-themed pitcher with fifth-tier plant spirit power, holding the rank of Warrant Officer, and positioned as a field controller..."

Repeating Fakagenia's self-introduction word by word, Mo Chen's tone carried a hint of teasing: "A direct descendant of the Golden Family, this resume, tsk tsk tsk, sounds impressive. It seems my War Courtyard... can't afford to support such a 'precious' young lady."

Upon hearing this, Fakagenia's already flushed cheeks instantly turned bright red, and anger flared up in her emerald green eyes.

"you you!"

She glared angrily at Mo Chen, then slammed the grenade launcher on the ground. Her slender finger trembled as she pointed at her homeowner: "I joined the army to serve and fight, not to be a pretty face! The reason I'm so precious is because every one of my butter grenades can freeze a giant zombie! You...you...you ungrateful bastard!"

When she got excited, Fakatenya seemed to want to go forward and argue.

But perhaps because of the huge height difference between them, or perhaps because she remembered her noble status, she stopped in front of Mo Chen and stubbornly raised her chin, trying to make her eyes level with Mo Chen's.

"Hmph, ignorant commoner homeowner!"

Fakatsenia let out another cold snort, turned her head away, but couldn't help but steal a glance at Mo Chen out of the corner of her eye, as if waiting for him to continue.

Seeing Fakhagenia's outwardly strong but inwardly weak, arrogant yet adorably awkward appearance, Mo Chen's smile deepened.

He wouldn't be so foolish as to refuse someone's participation by saying they're "too precious to be supported."

Moreover, from the child's seemingly flamboyant words and actions, Mo Chen could sense that she had a certain eagerness to prove herself.

"Alright, alright, enough joking around. Let me introduce myself. I am Mo Chen, the owner of courtyard number 5905."

Mo Chen coughed a few times, his smile fading: "Let me make this clear first, our courtyard doesn't keep idle people, especially young ladies who only know how to put on airs. But as long as you can prove your strength, I assure you, the courtyard will never mistreat an excellent person who can control the situation."

He extended his hand to Fakatenia and said solemnly, "Welcome to Courtyard 5905, Warrant Officer Fakatenia."

Fakatsenia was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Mo Chen to suddenly become so serious.

She looked down at the hand extended in front of her, then at Mo Chen's calm eyes.

A sudden warmth filled her heart, and the arrogant lines she had prepared unexpectedly caught in Fakagenia's throat.

Those initial thoughts, which were just for fun, gradually faded from her mind.

After hesitating for a moment, Fakadenia finally awkwardly reached out her hand, her fingertips gently touching Mo Chen's palm.

Immediately as if burned, she clenched her hand briefly and then immediately let go.

She gave a haughty snort and muttered under her breath, "I know, as long as you don't hold me back, I'll do my best."

Despite saying that, Fakadenia's slightly upturned lips betrayed her true feelings at that moment.

"By the way, Nia, you just mentioned 'Big Sister'?"

Recalling the mention of relatives in one of the other person's words, the curious Mo Chen couldn't help but ask a question.

"sister?"

Fakatenia's previously haughty expression softened considerably, and her gaze drifted into the distance, as if she were reminiscing about something.

"Hmph, my older sister is quite formidable!"

She puffed out her chest, her tone filled with pride and admiration, and even her voice became much lighter, completely losing the haughty air of a spoiled young lady she had just displayed.

"Alexandra Gold, the Corn Cannon Plant Spirit with ninth-tier Plant Spirit power, is the proudest bloodline of our Gold Clan, without exception!"

Fakagenia excitedly stretched out her hand and gestured in front of Mo Chen: "If it weren't for the fact that my elder sister wasn't uninterested in that throne, she would be the current Queen of the Federation! You know, even Icarus of the Dawn Family is just a little girl who likes to have her head patted in front of my elder sister!"

"I see."

Mo Chen originally intended to learn about his future Corn Cannon Plant Spirit, but unexpectedly, he also heard interesting royal secrets, which was definitely worthwhile.

Fakatenia said confidently, "Just you wait and see, my big sister is the best!"

Just as Mo Chen and Fakagenia were chatting happily, a spacetime rift appeared again inside the teleporter.

The two looked in that direction at the same time, and they understood that this was a signal that another plant warrior had arrived.

"Come on, Nia, get ready to welcome your future comrades."

Mo Chen turned to face the teleporter, his tone becoming much calmer.

"A comrade-in-arms? Is it the Watermelon Pitcher Plant Spirit?"

Fakatenia suppressed her excitement and resumed her haughty demeanor.

She wanted to see which watermelon pitcher spirit the Federal 59th Army had sent to serve alongside someone as distinguished as herself.

But as the heavy yet highly recognizable footsteps echoed from the spatial rift, Fakatenya's face gradually turned pale.

"No...no...no way...it could actually be him..."

She trembled, subtly shielding Mo Chen in front of her so that her petite body could be hidden by her homeowner.

"Who?"

Seeing Fakhagenia's terrified expression, so different from before, Mo Chen frowned.

There was no answer; the child was clutching the hem of his clothes tightly, barely daring to breathe.

He silently shielded Fakatenya behind him, facing the terrifying sense of oppression emanating from the spatial rift.

Before the person even appeared, their imposing aura was so overwhelming that it almost made it hard to breathe.

Mo Chen had only seen this kind of pure aura, which could only be condensed through countless battles, a few times on Odin and Himiko.

Without a doubt, this watermelon pitcher, Zhi Ling, is no benevolent person, but a powerful individual with absolute strength.

"Nia?"

As expected, the child behind him did not respond.

[They're clearly of the Golden Family bloodline, so why are they behaving so poorly?!]

Mo Chen sighed helplessly and looked up ahead.

A tall, robust figure, easily two and a half meters tall, slowly walked out of the space-time rift.