Still, He Had to Get Used to It

In the lower hangar of Deep Rock Fortress, the technicians were conducting a final inspection of the "cargo." They had to ensure that the "Angel Catalyst" in the shuttle's cargo hold would remain stable throughout the delivery, and once again confirm that there were no identifying marks related to the Special Operations Bureau anywhere on the shuttle.

Yu Sheng stood on the platform beside the shuttle, waiting to depart. At the same time, he lowered his head and glanced at the tiny doll currently gripping his pants and climbing up.

"You brought a mass-produced body this time?"

The tiny doll replied casually as she climbed, "Yep. What if you die out there this time? If I use a mass-produced body to die with you, I won't feel bad about it."

Yu Sheng said, "That isn't how you use the phrase 'die together.'"

Eileen climbed onto Yu Sheng's shoulder and casually ruffled his hair a few times. "...A normal person would focus first on the 'die out there' part."

"Going by common sense and logic, it's unlikely that those Hermetic Society fanatics will engage in black-on-black treachery. At least, they probably won't make a move during this transaction," Luo finally spoke up after listening to the increasingly bizarre exchange between her boss and the evil red-eyed dwarf. "There's simply no need for it. The Angel Catalyst has already been delivered. They'd have to be out of their minds to chop down a courier at their own doorstep..."

Yu Sheng brightened at once. "You said 'going by common sense and logic.' If those fanatics could act according to those two things, would they have become cultists? What if they think chopping down a deliveryman at the door when receiving the package will help Eden Gate's machine spirit rejoice? You can't predict cultists..."