Over the past year of working for God, Hao Ren had summed up one principle: anything associated with Raven 12345 would always hide a truth as absurd as taking the wrong medicine beneath its glamorous exterior. All those things of hers that looked incredibly goddess-like depended mainly on special effects. So the smartest way to deal with Goddess Sister was never to investigate the details. Whenever she came up with something new, he only had to use it silently. If he insisted on digging into its origins, he might work himself into a sanatorium before turning thirty...
With a goddess like that, and what seemed to be quite a few believers behind her, Hao Ren felt that the bishops, popes, and the like who worked for her had it pretty rough too. What kind of powerful writing skills and improvisational ability did it take to package Raven 12345 in such dazzling golden light? Whenever Sister Raven casually said something, they had to sift through three layers of sand before they could write it into the Bible. That was why Hao Ren had never intended to found a religion for that goddess lunatic from the start. He knew his conscience and logical faculties would never allow such a thing...
"From now on, let's just use the abbreviation." Hao Ren silently glanced at the standby display floating in midair. "Next, let's see how this research station works. I've only used a spaceship control console before. I've never actually studied something from the mystical side."
The central area of the Crystal Core Research Station was huge, but Hao Ren had no intention of wandering around the warehouses, factories, residential areas, and the like for the time being. He led everyone to the control hall of the entire facility, where he could monitor all