Delivery Day

The superluminal antenna array aimed at the Dark Current Starfield shut down. The technicians in the communications room began checking the equipment and cleaning up the site—the hollow shell of "Old Qiao" was pushed into a corner. They couldn't throw it away yet; at least until the matter with the Hermetic Society was over, the shell might still come in handy.

One of Luo's mechanical limbs remained connected to the console. She still had to verify all the data recorded during the previous communication to ensure that the Hermetic Society hadn't tampered with the signal, while also checking that the camouflage protocols had taken effect correctly, so they wouldn't unknowingly expose the plan.

Eileen lay across Yu Sheng's shoulder, watching everyone bustle around the room. Since she couldn't understand any of it, she was terribly bored and reached up to tug at Yu Sheng's hair. "Hey, do you think those fanatics will really send someone to 'pick up the goods'? What if they notice something?"

Yu Sheng gave the little thing on his shoulder a strange look. "Don't jinx it. You're half an Omen Goddess, and you're saying stuff like that here..."

The little doll waved her hand unconcernedly. "Oh, it's fine. It's not like I'm seeing a bloody disaster for you. I'm not sure about other things."

Yu Sheng: "...So you can calculate the exact date of my death, then?"

Luo checked the data while listening to the two of them chatter and couldn't help turning around to interject. "I don't think those fanatics will notice—not because our plan is flawless, but because the fact that 'Old Qiao is dead, another Black Dot warlord is cooperating with the Special Operations Bureau to put on an act, and they even produced an Angel Catalyst to fish for them' is simply