Language Problems Finally Solved

"I finally understand what Raven 12345 meant by 'no time for trivial matters on Earth,'" Hao Ren said with a wry smile after hanging up the communication, "Her daily work is practically insane, like living in a blockbuster movie every day."

"Does she hold grudges?" Vivian also saw what happened earlier and felt a lingering fear. While the girl might not understand space warfare or mathematical weapons, she could instinctively tell that Raven 12345 was not someone to be trifled with. "Are you sure you haven't offended her?"

Hao Ren thought for a moment, "Does thinking of her as the White-Haired Demoness in my head count?"

Vivian: "……"

While Hao Ren and Vivian were chatting, the data terminal beside him suddenly lit up, and a message directly entered his mind: Raven 12345's promised translation program had arrived.

Hao Ren opened the data terminal and quickly found the location of the translation program. In fact, there was no need to search; a simple mental command would display the current changes in its functions. Looking at the program's description, Hao Ren subconsciously licked his lips, "Wow, it's high-end stuff again. If I had this back in the day, I wouldn't have failed English Level 4 three times…"

"What is it, what is it?" Lily eagerly peered at the data terminal, "Does it say how to use it?"

Hao Ren pointed to the holographic screen, which was very clear:

"Universal Adaptive Translation Script, Usage Permission F, applicable to grassroots examiners or dependents. Upon activation, it can directly connect with the user's mind for in-brain synchronized translation. The user will not feel this translation process. It also supports the Language Auxiliary Function, which can take over part of the user's language abilities, fully enabling seamless communication between the user and various alien languages."

There were some technical terms used, but Hao Ren picked out what he could understand and figured out how to use it. He had to admit it was a divine item. Just as the data terminal could connect directly with the user's mind, the auxiliary program within the data terminal connected in the same way. He had initially thought the translator was something like a text-to-speech device (he couldn't help it, that was his level of knowledge, and there was nothing more advanced on Earth!), but he hadn't expected it could directly send the translation results of any language into his brain. Moreover, it had a "Language Auxiliary Function" that could take over part of the user's language abilities?

Hao Ren thought about it and figured it meant he could pretend to be a local—he could even perform a perfect London accent.

"Oh, right, we can try it out now!" Hao Ren saw that the translation program's annotation also mentioned that it had built-in language libraries for all areas under the Empire's jurisdiction, including the indigenous languages and lost languages of every uncivilized planet. He immediately had the idea to test it. He activated the translation function, confirmed in his mind that the data terminal was ready with the mental port, and then looked at Vivian, "Speak to me in Old English and see if this works. According to the manual, it can translate any method of communication on Earth."

Vivian blinked, "Is this thing really that magical?"

"Won't we know if we try?" Hao Ren was excited, "Go ahead."

Vivian was slightly taken aback, "I was just speaking Old English—and you were answering in it too."

Hao Ren stared at the data terminal in his hand, stunned. After a long moment, he muttered to himself, "This is truly seamless communication; I didn't even feel it… It even mimicked your tone of voice."

Lily, hugging her knees, had been watching for a long time. She couldn't suppress her curiosity any longer and, with a smile, nuzzled up to him, "Landlord, Landlord, let me try too~~"

However, as soon as Lily took the data terminal, the translation program immediately terminated.

"Although this unit is a low-permission civilian model, it has rules!" A smug line of text appeared on the data terminal. "The permission authentication for your selected function module has failed. Continuing to use the corresponding function may violate regulations—if you really want to use it, you can buy an unlocked, downgraded civilian version in Shadow City in the future."

Lily's eyes widened, "Then why is it okay when I use you to listen to music?"

"This is an unlocked function, which can be opened according to relevant regulations," the data terminal displayed another line of text. "But please respect this unit's initial settings. This unit is for users to perform tasks, not for playing music! You can insult this unit's traditional appearance, but you cannot insult this unit's player—playing 'Little Apple' on repeat in sixteen-channel in-brain mode is a serious provocation to this unit!"

Hao Ren looked at Lily with a strange expression. She sheepishly returned the data terminal, "I was bored. You left it on the coffee table that day and went to cook for Bat, so I played with it a bit."

Hao Ren wordlessly put away the data terminal. Seeing the disappointment on Lily's face, he couldn't bear it and tried to distract her, "How about this, we tried it with Vivian just now, and we'll try it with you. Pick any foreign language or dialect, and let's see if it can translate."

Lily brightened up. Seeing Hao Ren ready, she cleared her throat and tentatively said, "Woof?"

Hao Ren: "……" Vivian: "……" Data Terminal: "……"

"This… this unit does not have the corresponding vocabulary library pre-installed," a line of text appeared on the data terminal. "However, based on situational analysis and your physical condition, what you just said was 'food'?"

Lily hugged her knees and turned away, "Guessing doesn't count. This isn't fun, I'm going downstairs to eat."

After Lily ran off, Vivian turned to him with a forced smile, "See, she always denies being a big dog, but as soon as she opens her mouth, she gives herself away."

"You can't say that," Hao Ren defended the silly werewolf girl who often cheered him up, "I asked her to speak a foreign language. For a werewolf, barking might count as a foreign language… or at least a dialect."

Hao Ren marveled at the new function of the data terminal, feeling that he could now conquer the world of languages. If he weren't naturally lazy, he might have been able to pose as a big shot at various foreign language institutes with just this. But he didn't know that this was the most basic of basic equipment in the Time-Space Administration Bureau, and it was already becoming outdated. Language barriers were a common problem for grassroots personnel patrolling different timelines. Unlike the Xiling Apostles, they couldn't directly access all knowledge through a mental network. Grassroots personnel with mortal bodies (like examiners and various "Holy Sons" and "Bishops") often had to rely on various devices to overcome difficulties encountered in their missions. The Time-Space Administration Bureau was currently working to improve this situation by directly integrating some of the data terminal's functions into the physical adjustments of examiners. The first project was to add translation organs to their brains, allowing them to communicate seamlessly with all races without any devices, just like the Xiling Apostles. Unfortunately, Hao Ren, the unlucky fellow, hadn't caught up with the good times; he would still have to lie in that "coffin" in a couple of days…

Putting aside future troubles, Hao Ren and Vivian thoroughly researched the data terminal in the room—don't get the wrong idea, they were just researching if it had any other functions. Hao Ren had experienced Raven 12345's unreliability. That White-Haired Demoness didn't even understand the basic equipment of the Time-Space Administration Bureau; calling her a tech idiot was putting it mildly. He wondered if such a person was an exception. In any case, to avoid being tricked again in similar situations in the future, Hao Ren had to thoroughly research whether the equipment he had was faulty. As it turned out, he did find a problem: the data terminal had a copy of the "Thirty-Seven Races Pregnancy and Sedation Compendium" installed, with the note "Weapon Classification"…

Hao Ren's expression was like this: O_o!!

Could that crazy goddess with a five-digit name ever work properly! If he were on the verge of death in a future battle and called for support, who would be responsible if two baby strollers were air-dropped?