Alien's Advanced Counterfeiting Technology

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How likely is it for an income-free high-school student to support 300 adults?

From a legal standpoint, it was basically impossible...

Setting aside the feeding issue for these 300 people for a moment, even if they had special constitutions and could go without food or drink for short periods, they still needed clothes and housing, right? I simply could not pull off the magnificent feat of making 300 Empire High-Ranking Generals sleep in the open and beg on the streets...

Thus, the highest-grade group of Alien Workers in history was freshly baked.

To prevent themselves from being discovered by a Passerby Party passing by by chance or an idle high-altitude reconnaissance plane (was that even really a possibility?), Pandora used an Optical Camouflage Force Field to envelop a radius of one kilometer entirely. Unless someone stumbled into this force field by mistake, nobody would ever discover that so many suspicious individuals in bizarre attire had gathered here.

I watched with great interest as these unknown lives from Shilin Mother Planet busied themselves making final preparations for integrating into this world.

In front of a square-faced uncle pressing his hands together with a righteous look on his face, I stopped curiously.

"What are you doing?" I asked, puzzled.

Square-faced, heavy-browed, with sharp features and a righteous countenance, this uncle's appearance already perfectly fit the image of a cannon fodder holy knight in an orthodox novel. Right now, he was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and hands pressed together; could this posture be the legendary state of meditation?

The moment my voice fell, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared on the uncle's hands before he opened his eyes and showed me what he held in his hand.

A tiny card.

An ID card...

The Empire's technology was truly formidable, and their methods for making fake certificates were this high-level...

I laughed dryly and said, "Carry on, carry on..."

The uncle nodded and continued forging fake ID cards with an expression of unyielding righteousness...

Leaving the fake-ID uncle behind, I came before a serious-looking Long-haired Beauty. A suspension screen emitting a faint blue glow floated right in front of her, and the images flashing rapidly across it dazzled me.

"What is this?"

She froze the image, then said respectfully, "Looking for a job."

The stationary screen displayed something resembling a personal database. It looked like this big sister intended to arrange a new identity for herself by directly modifying citizen records—it was quite obvious that she still did not understand the difference between humans and them, thinking that everything could be settled as long as she altered the recorded data. Unfortunately, humans were not machines; memories could not be changed just by tweaking a program. Even if you added your name to the database, those people would not remember having a colleague like you.

Just as I intended to tell her this method was unviable, the other party spoke up on her own initiative.

"Emperor," the Long-haired Beauty asked respectfully, "what kind of profession is a President?"

...I calmly closed the screen in front of the Long-haired Beauty and squeezed out a few words: "Just don't cause me any trouble..."

I really needed to thoroughly ask what on earth these fellows were up to! Having them prepare to integrate into human society, I never expected the methods they adopted to be so creative—even though the efficiency of their methods was indeed quite high.

Thirty minutes later, I was finally shocked.

Forgers, issuers of fake certificates, invaders of government databases, and two people huddled in a corner printing counterfeit money—judging by this work efficiency, within half a year these fellows would turn into the sort who shoot first, ask questions later once they hit society.

This wasn't even all; more commanders had gathered on the other side, surrounding Pandora.

Two hundred Empire Army commanders sat in an orderly circle, and right in the middle of them was a large Three-Dimensional Projection. The petite Pandora held a pointer almost as tall as herself and pointed at things on it.

"Attention everyone," Pandora said, waving the pointer in her hand, "look here!"

My gaze concentrated along with everyone else's on the spot indicated by the pointer.

"Here is the location of this planet's largest ocean trench," Pandora said solemnly, "and it is also this planet's vulnerable crustal point. As for here—this red circle, this is the optimal launch position for our Space Cannon. If we want to conquer the most territory for the Empire with the minimal cost, we must add a Pasville Psionic Recharge System interface at this position, at this red-line-marked location, otherwise the long supply line..."

"Stop it, all of you!" I finally lost my patience and let out a roar.

This roar of mine played a tremendous role; the group of alien terrorists present immediately reorganized into a square formation with astonishing speed and stood before me.

I reckoned there was probably only this single group of criminals in existence that was this well-trained and disciplined.

Looking at the motionless, strictly disciplined soldiers before me, I found it really hard to imagine that ten seconds ago they were not only plotting to conquer the world, but also researching the advanced technologies of printing counterfeit money and forging fake certificates while planning said world conquest.

"Look at what you're all doing!" I rebuked sternly. "Forging fake certificates, printing counterfeit money, issuing fake proofs, hacking into banks to launder black money... What on earth are you thinking? And those are the tame ones; you're even plotting to conq—"

"Brother," I felt someone tugging at my hem, "to smoothly integrate into this world without being detected by humans, these are indispensable methods—have you forgotten that my identity is fake too?"

"Fine, fake ID cards can be an exception—the one who was making fake certificates just now, go back to printing fake ID cards." I waved a hand, letting the square-faced uncle from before return to his work.

"To smoothly survive in this world, a starting fund is indispensable," Pandora continued, "and you needn't worry. While manufacturing that currency, we already fine-tuned this world's financial structure through the human banking network, shifting the economic loopholes that might be caused onto certain people's illicit, unseen incomes, and it will not impact the society's existing economy."

"...Fine, printing counterfeit money can also be barely passed, but even if you have ways not to impact the existing economic market, you are not allowed to print too much!"

Obtaining my consent, the two counterfeit-printing Empire officers immediately went back to continue their great enterprise of providing startup funds for the Imperial Expeditionary Force.

"Although we have new proof of identity, the sudden appearance of 300 people could still possibly catch the attention of Relevant Departments, so moderate corrections within the human citizen identity system are still necessary."

"...Don't let there be a next time! Get to work!"

Several commanders who had been busy hacking the citizen ID system saluted and turned to leave.

"Hey, the Long-haired Beauty from just now, I didn't mean you! You guys still need to follow proper procedures for finding a job!"

"In addition, considering the interests of the Empire..." Pandora paused and then went on.

"You mean considering the interests of the Empire, it's also necessary to simulate a World War beforehand, right?" I asked the loli in front of me, whose appearance was supposedly emotionless but who was actually a warfare maniac, with twitching corners of my mouth.

"Brother having such awareness is truly the gospel of the Empire." Pandora said quietly.

"Gospel your head!" I finally erupted. "This is a peaceful world, not your frontlines! Can't you guys just live quietly? Is launching a World War really necessary? How much more trouble are you going to cause me?"

Pandora stared at me fixedly with those focal-less gray eyes, as if determining whether I was joking, and finally nodded, turning off the projection behind her.

I turned back and discovered that those 200-plus commanders who had originally been undergoing war mobilization were still standing in place awaiting orders, giving me yet another headache.

"Alright, alright, dismissed, go back and do some proper things, chat about life or something. If you really have nothing to do, go help that brother who just got teleported into the tree trunk pick the burrs off."

The commanders neatly gave a military salute and scattered in all directions.

It looked like I still had a long way to go before properly settling these war profiteers.

"Pandora, do you still need something?" I found that Pandora was still standing behind me, and could not help asking somewhat strangely.

"Can I not stand behind Brother?" Pandora asked, lifting her head slightly.

"Oh, it's not that, it's just that I thought you'd be with those subordinates. After all, you're their commander, so surely you have things to deal with."

Pandora's voice carried a trace of lingering resentment: "I was just dealing with them—though Brother interrupted me."

"Then let's not deal with it... By the way, Pandora, what time is it?"

"2:12 AM, time to go back."

"Leaving them here shouldn't cause any problems, right?" I looked somewhat worriedly at the busy officers—I genuinely worried these dangerous elements would kick up some kind of mess.

"They are all well-trained soldiers," Pandora replied, "you don't have to worry about their safety at all."

Little one, you completely failed to understand what I am worried about!

Never mind, I should head back first, otherwise if Sister finds out, things are going to get wildly interesting.

"Pandora, take me back. Also, tell everyone not to cause trouble."

Pandora nodded, and then hoisted me onto her shoulder with practiced ease...

Given the chance, I must buy a car!