Their Operation

"They stole a God Race facility?"

I said in disbelief, while Qian Qian clicked her tongue in amazement. "Have the Fallen Apostles really fallen this low lately?"

"Stack Areas don't contain copper, so stealing one is useless," Viska said, fidgeting restlessly in her seat. She was deeply unaccustomed to this sort of atmosphere where she had to sit properly and listen. "Besides, that thing isn't anything rare. Stack Systems are cheap tools in the God Realm, and you Shilin Apostles can make them too. Functionally speaking, you also have technologies with similar uses."

I noticed that Sandora's expression was rather subtle, and after a little thought, I understood why. It was embarrassing enough that her former compatriots had turned into terrorists. Now they were even moonlighting as petty thieves, sneaking into God Race territory to dismantle parts and haul them home. The awkwardness of it was simply depressing.

"To be honest, I have no idea why they would steal a Stack System."

Father God toyed with the black disk in his hand. "As Viska said, it isn't valuable, even if its function may be crucial to a world. The Stack System has a very single purpose: other than buffering flaws in laws, it is useless. And God Race creations are of no use to you. As far as I know, your Shilin Technology has its own research and mature equipment for dealing with flaws in laws. Risking exposure to steal an auxiliary Stack Area is truly baffling."

Older Sister thought for a moment and guessed, "Could it be that the Fallen Apostles have lost the Old Empire's technologies, and urgently need to reconcile conflicts in the laws within their territory? So they dismantled one from your side nearby as an emergency measure?"

Before Father God could answer this time, Sandora