This time, the gains from the Dream Plane expedition had been extraordinary. Whether it was the information on the Throne Network or the truth behind the Creation Goddess's ultimate plan, everything had nearly overturned his previous investigations into the Dream Plane incidents. Thus, after Hao Ren returned to the Outer World, he barely stayed home at all. Once he had organized the mission report, he immediately stuffed the Data Terminal into his pocket and hurried to the divine kingdom—he had to tell Raven 12345 what he knew as quickly as possible.
Of course, he also had to pick up the little weakling he had previously asked the Goddess to look after.
With a lunatic taking care of her, who knew how that little thing was doing now... Still, she probably hadn't been affected by Raven 12345's insanity. After all, the little weakling had no brain, and even Lockmadon's power had been unable to do anything to her...
He used Spatial Teleportation to enter Raven 12345's domain. It was the same familiar divine kingdom, the same familiar mansion. This time, Hao Ren was delighted to see that Raven 12345 hadn't blown up her own house. Even the garden around the mansion was lush, vibrant, and neatly trimmed. Anyone could tell at a glance—
It had just been blown up and rebuilt, and she hadn't had time to wreck it again.
Guided by an Arcane Servant, Hao Ren arrived at Raven 12345's office. The moment he entered, he became even more certain that the house had just been built: there wasn't even a trace of noodle smell in the office. The house had clearly been rebuilt less than one meal ago!
Raven 12345 sat behind her enormous desk, appearing to be working seriously on the surface. (Of course, she might actually have