Song Shiyi ate an egg sandwich with yogurt, her eyes flicking now and then to the dual monitors on the desk.
With the recent state of emergency, the Confidentiality Bureau had compressed lunch and the midday break into a total of half an hour. No one complained about it. Everyone knew the situation was actually extremely grave—on the largest scale, it was still uncertain whether humanity could continue to exist as an independent civilization.
The pressure Orion brought with the Zodiacal Orbit was very real.
Song Shiyi reviewed several electronic documents, signed them, then sent them back into the backend system for processing.
She narrowed her eyes, stretched, and rubbed her slender nape.
Compared with the atmosphere of panic from a few days ago, and that work environment so heavy it made people breathe carefully, things had actually improved quite a bit since yesterday.
The reason was simple.
Orion was negotiating with the various mythologies.
Though it might not truly want peace talks, this had sent a signal of easing tensions. The Zodiacal Orbit's arrogant, contemptuous posture toward all beings had been forced to lower its head.
In the Border Zone, the various mythological groups had launched encirclement campaigns against the outer reaches of the Star Orbit. The Overlimit Zone was a dangerous forbidden zone for Deity Candidates, but everyone was all too familiar with the Border Zone and Leap Zone.
Although Fourth-class Stars were garrisoned by Feathered One Warriors, boarding actions were not necessary at all. There were far too many ways to destroy a world.
Releasing pathogens, creating Spatial Distortions to trigger accelerated epochal shifts, unleashing high-energy impacts to cause lifeform mutations, Meteor Showers containing viral world code, toxins specifically targeting the Feathered Ones... everything was focused on eliminating the enemy's living forces.
In the Border Zone, the