Chapter 125: The Queen of the Fashion World

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: The Queen of the Fashion World

The shock wave from the three thousand young Insectoids’ "cross-border marriage proposal" at Wormhole No. 07 had barely subsided when another wave swept across all twelve major star systems of the Lumina Galaxy.

This time, the epicenter was not in a cinema or on the frontline, but in the realm of apparel and protective gear.

In early October, right as the weather on the Capital planet and the central star systems turned chilly for the early winter, the press conference announcing the strategic product and Fall-Winter fashion show titled [Origin of Life] was held live at the Central Square of the Capital planet.

The organizing unit of this press conference featured a lineup of endorsements that made any faction swallow hard upon looking: the Vance Military Medical Group, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Hall Mech Group, and the fashion brand that had risen like a storm over the past half year - Passing Shower, founded by Isabella Martinez.

Three days prior to the press conference, when invitations were sent to the major clans and the media, quite a few long-standing fashion brands in the Capital - those who had just carved up a share of the market after the Eugene family’s collapse - still wore openly dismissive attitudes.

At the aristocratic tea parties in the Capital, the creative directors of the major houses sipped red wine and sneered at one another:

"A Beta woman originating from a ragged agricultural planet in the Polaris star system, relying on her younger brother who was found by the Hall family and selling some strange hand-knitted woolen scarves online, actually dares to step foot into the Capital’s high fashion world?"

"I heard this time they even dragged the Vance Military Medical Group into a marketing gimmick about some ’mental-power-stabilizing fabric’. How ridiculous! Even the Research Institute has spent hundreds of years researching without being able to create a fabric capable of interfering with the mental sea, so where would a private textile mill opened for less than a year get that technology?"

However, all the mockery and sneering behind closed doors vanished completely the moment the show officially began and was broadcast live in holographic 5D format across the Interstellar Connection network.

Amidst a gigantic glass-enclosed stage set up to simulate the snowy pine forest and waterfall scenery of planet Sirius, the lighting suddenly shifted to a warm golden hue.

Instead of using perfect yet soulless AI models like traditional fashion shows had for centuries, all the models stepping onto the runway today were real humans.

Leading the opening lineup were none other than the sizzling cast of the New Generation Film Producers Studio: Ray Miller, Natalie Joe, Harper Voss, and walking in the final center position were the great beauty topping the Polaris beauty rankings - Daniel Mason - alongside the Hall family’s third young master, Elijah Hall!

The exact moment Elijah stepped out under the artificial falling snow wearing a long cloak woven from climate-control wool yarn trimmed with ivory-white Cryomollis Silk shimmering with golden-yellow veins, followed by Daniel wearing an exquisitely tailored suit of bamboo velvet with a Cryomollis Silk shirt underneath, the entire Capital square and billions of streaming viewers gasped in unison!

If traditional climate-control garments of the interstellar era focused solely on anti-radiation utility with rigid cuts and monotonous, dull ash-gray colors where ten outfits looked identical, Isabella’s collection was a true visual revolution.

The liquid, water-like drape of Cryomollis Silk combined with meticulous hand-crocheted patterns down to every single stitch, perfectly accentuating the wearer’s figure while exuding a regal, faint golden aura under the stage lights.

[Oh mother! It’s so gorgeous I forgot how to breathe! What kind of fabric is that ivory-white material with golden-yellow veins on Elijah’s and Daniel’s collars?! It looks as soft as a cloud yet sparkles like flowing starlight with every step!]

[That’s no longer clothing, that’s art! Looking back at the ash-gray climate-control shirt worth fifty thousand silver stars I’m wearing right now, I want to rip it off and throw it straight into the trash can!]

However, the real earthquake only erupted in the second part of the press conference: Practical Combat Testing!

Right on the main stage, under the observation of hundreds of journalists and independent measuring devices from the Imperial Medical Appraisal Committee, Military Medical Major General Theodore Vance alongside an A-grade Alpha soldier from the 1st Legion - who was suffering from mental power leakage sequelae after the frontline battle last month - stepped up onto the podium.

On the gigantic optical screen behind the stage, the soldier’s mental wave fluctuation index was fluctuating wildly at the orange warning level (78% dangerous threshold), and the blood vessels on his neck bulged with visible green veins as he removed his medical suppression collar.

Before billions of unblinking eyes, the soldier took off his outer coat and put on the military inner undershirt woven from Cryomollis Silk combined with bamboo fiber designed by Isabella.

Just five seconds after the ivory-white fabric touched his skin and the top button was fastened.

"Ting!"

The measuring screen of the Medical Appraisal Committee emitted a crisp chime. The mental wave curve, which had been fluctuating violently like a tsunami on the screen, instantly flattened back out, plunging the riot index straight down from 78% to 12% - the perfect equilibrium of a completely healthy person!

Even when another A-grade bodyguard standing opposite swung a military alloy saber in a test slash at the hem of the shirt and unleashed high-intensity pheromone suppression, the delicate shirt only dented slightly and bounced the blade away without breaking a single thread. Simultaneously, a microscopic layer of golden-yellow light flashed on the fabric’s surface, blocking 95% of the external pheromone pressure from invading!

The Central Square of the Capital planet fell dead silent for five seconds, then erupted like a volcano!

All the journalists in the audience sprang from their seats, camera flashes flickering continuously like lightning. Meanwhile, the creative directors of the major fashion houses who had mocked Isabella before the press conference turned pale as sheets, the wine glasses in their hands shattering to pieces on the stone floor.

"As you can see," Theodore Vance’s deep, authoritative voice echoed through the square’s speaker system: "This new material named Cryomollis Silk and Bamboo Kun Fiber is the exclusive research achievement of designer Isabella Martinez. Not only does it achieve physical durability rivaling B-grade protective armor and 99.8% natural antibacterial properties, but the molecular structure of Cryomollis Silk also possesses the ability to automatically purify, drain rioting mental power, and protect glands from external suppression!"

He paused for a beat, delivering the closing statement that shook the entire military and elite class:

"Starting today, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Vance Military Medical Group have signed an exclusive contract to order five million sets of Cryomollis Silk tactical undershirts in the first batch to equip the officers and soldiers of the five great Legions on the frontline! For the civilian and high fashion markets, all design, production, and distribution rights solely belong to the brand Passing Shower!"

When the stage lights illuminated the end of the runway, where Isabella emerged to greet the audience in a sea-blue long dress embroidered with white lily of the valley flowers designed and crocheted by her own hands, backstage stood the tall figure of Fish Sauce Plant General Manager Sebastian holding a large bouquet of red roses, looking at her with eyes overflowing with pride and adoration. Applause and cheers echoed across the square, lasting for ten continuous minutes without stopping.

The Beta girl who once had to weed out thorny grass under the scorching sun on the dead planet Cygnus, and who was once deemed by social prejudice to be a dim class incomparable to Alphas or Omegas, now stood under the most brilliant radiance of the Capital planet, officially ascending to the uncoronated throne of Queen of the Fashion World across the entire Lumina Galaxy!

At the villa on planet Sirius, Liam sat on the fur rug, keeping his nearly five-month-old son Sane - who was rolling and crawling on the cushion - from falling. Looking at his older sister’s dazzling, blinding image on the large screen, the corners of his lips curved high.

"She looks truly gorgeous," Liam turned to say to Benjamin sitting beside him: "I told her that on the very first day in Cygnus; there would come a day when everyone across this Galaxy would fight each other for products made by her hands."

Benjamin nodded, his eye rims growing slightly red out of joy for his younger sister: "The press conference just ended this afternoon, and the shares of Isabella’s joint venture company hit the upper limit right in the afternoon session. The orders for high-end formal wear blended with Cryomollis Silk from the Capital’s aristocratic madams are already lined up all the way to the winter two years from now!"

Even the platinum-haired man sitting in the corner of the sofa peeling roasted chestnuts - Noah Coronado - nodded in appreciation:

"Once this Cryomollis Silk inner gear is deployed to the frontline, the casualty rate from mental power riots across the Legions will drop to the lowest level in history. Second Sister won’t just become the queen of the fashion world; she also holds the logistical lifeline that all five great Legions must respect."

Liam shot a sidelong glance at the "nanny" who was so naturally calling Isabella "Second Sister", but seeing his son Sane crawling over to tug on Noah’s trouser leg demanding to be held, he couldn’t be bothered to correct the man’s form of address, merely picking out a fragrant, roasted chestnut to pop into his mouth.