Sorry, Aliens Have No Human Rights

By evening, as the last glow of the sunset was about to fade, Lynn had already been drifting at sea for nearly a full day!

Since the cumbersome longsword had been borrowed from Joanne, Lynn hesitated again and again before deciding not to throw it away. Instead, under the simulated guidance of his cognitive computer, he spent two hours learning how to backstroke and dog-paddle.

"071, next time something like this happens, you should warn me in advance." Lynn paddled laboriously, narrowly avoiding ramming headfirst into the raised reef ahead.

[According to the command issued seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes, and fifty seconds ago under Agreement Objective, warning alerts have been disabled...]

"Then turn them back on now!" Lynn blurted out instinctively, only to regret it immediately.

[You have one unresolved criminal record. Would you like to submit an online defense statement?]

Lynn sighed helplessly. Having nearly come face-to-face with a divine projection, he actually wished the Federation police would fly over in a spaceship and take him away from this damned medieval otherworld.

Maybe he could even receive a hefty reward for being the first to discover a planet with extraterrestrial life.

Unfortunately, that fantasy was doomed to remain unrealized. Before his transmigration, the Federation spacecraft's range had been limited to the Solar System. They simply lacked the capability for interstellar travel...

And they could not even pick up a signal. There was no way they could get here!

Lynn knew the cognitive computer's operating logic extremely well. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly spoke.

"071, use the available information to determine the location of the planet I am currently on."

[This planet possesses an unknown energy called magic power and lies beyond the coverage range of the Uranus signal tower. It is estimated that the current location is in an unknown galaxy outside the Milky Way—Orion Arm—Solar System. Unable to determine whether it is within the same universe.]

"Then describe the definition of protecting extraterrestrial lifeforms in the Intelligent Management Law!" Lynn said again.

[The Intelligent Management Law contains no provisions for the protection of extraterrestrial lifeforms...]

071's answer was concise. Since the Federation had never discovered an extragalactic civilization during its exploration of the universe, there had naturally been no reason to specifically add provisions protecting extraterrestrial lifeforms to the Intelligent Management Law.

"So aliens have no human rights, right? In fact, I haven't committed any crime!" Lynn said solemnly.

The rapidly operating cognitive computer seemed to lag for a moment. After consuming one-thousandth of its energy for calculation, it gave an answer.

[Logical chain established. Criminal record erased!]

Hearing this, Lynn finally breathed a sigh of relief. He understood that no matter what he did in the future, those annoying warning alerts would no longer pop up.

After all, Federation law could not reach another world...

Lynn secretly made up his mind that once he became an Official Wizard and could freely wield magic power, he would definitely look into whether he could modify this artificial idiot.

While Lynn was lost in thought, scattered points of fire appeared across the endless waters in the distance. As he drew closer, a towering city wall came into view. The lights he had seen earlier were merely bonfires used to illuminate the battlements.

After drifting on the water for an entire day, Lynn was somewhat excited to finally see something different. However, he did not rashly approach. Instead, he decided to land nearby first and investigate where this place was tomorrow.

The battle outside Ur Town had caused quite a commotion, and not everyone had been wiped out. The news had most likely already spread.

Lynn had no doubt that the entire Nordland Territory was under full lockdown. His hair color, age, and build were all highly distinctive traits. If he did not disguise himself, he would probably be arrested the moment he entered.

Realizing this, Lynn switched from the effortless backstroke to the less familiar dog-paddle, intending to get ashore and lie low first.

Just then, something heavy fell from the towering city wall ahead. With a dull thud, water splashed high into the air, and ripples spread across the surface as though something were struggling beneath the water.

"A person?" Lynn's pupils contracted slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he still swam over with great speed.

Though it looked like a murder scene, he happened to need someone to answer a few questions.

Water splashed everywhere, and the clear lake had long since been stained red with blood.

Lynn became even more certain of his earlier guess. Before he could attempt a rescue, a hand shot up from the lakebed and desperately dragged him downward.

This was a common stress reaction among drowning victims. Sometimes, they even dragged their rescuers down with them. Fortunately, Lynn did not need to worry about oxygen. Grabbing the other person by the collar, he swam toward the shore.

An hour later, inside a natural cave outside the city, a blazing fire gradually rose, providing light while driving away the night's chill.

As he waited for his clothes to dry, Lynn turned to look at the youth he had "rescued."

He was a young man of around eighteen or nineteen, with an ordinary face and hair remarkably similar in color to Lynn's. What made Lynn sigh was the deep wound torn open in the man's chest. Someone had likely stabbed him through the heart with a dagger.

Had he known, he would have left him alone. After all that effort, he had brought a corpse ashore.

Lynn shook his head helplessly, but still followed his usual practice of searching the body. This was clearly the child of a noble family, and there might be something valuable on him.

Three gold coins, more than ten silver coins, several exquisite ornaments, and a book with a water-soaked cover bearing no title—this was all the youth possessed.

For the child of a noble family, this was undoubtedly rather shabby. But for Lynn, it was an unexpected windfall.

In the Secas Empire, one copper coin could buy a Black Bread, enough to fill one's stomach for a meal when washed down with water.

The exchange rate between silver and copper coins fluctuated, generally hovering around 1:80. The exchange rate between gold and silver was over one hundred, and could climb even higher during wartime.

After all, gold was a rare element throughout the universe, with extremely limited reserves...

However, since all these belongings were still here, it was basically possible to rule out ordinary money as the motive for murder.

Lynn flipped the coins in his hand. He was not a professional detective, but after carefully examining the wound in the corpse's chest, his expression suddenly froze. He then curled his right hand as though gripping a dagger and tried stabbing toward his own chest from a similar angle.

The angle of the wound was identical...

Was this... suicide?

Lynn immediately considered the possibility. After some thought, he reached for the book he had overlooked, gently lifting its water-soaked pages with his fingernail. The writing on them was messy, but the pen strokes were deeply pressed, as though the words had been carved into the page.

[Perhaps without me, everything will get better...]