"What a ramshackle workshop!" The space-time agent couldn't help sighing again.
Ramshackle workshops were the most troublesome, especially third-level civilization workshops like this one.
If an ascended civilization caused trouble, the Civilization Council would naturally handle it, because ninety-nine percent of ascended civilizations belonged to the Civilization Council.
Even if two ascended civilizations fought, they would still follow the rules and wouldn't act recklessly.
Even if they did act recklessly, that would be the council lords' problem, and have nothing to do with them.
But in a situation like this, where it was clearly only a war between third-level civilizations, some third-level civilizations were vicious and unpredictable, blowing up a star at the slightest provocation or triggering dark-energy tides that covered entire galaxies.
They had to be responsible for dealing with that.
But if this happened to coincide with a civilization war, they couldn't intervene easily, which made things even more troublesome.
Setting aside how long the war would last, what if, during the fighting that followed, one side—or both sides—blew up another star? Would they still be allowed to manage this? What about their space-time KPI?
They weren't slackers like Gavrey, that old deadbeat. They still had ambitions in the workplace.
Even if they had no ambitions, the person currently in charge of this section of the main universe's timeline was the famous Witch of Time.
Aside from the fame of "Witch of Time," the new deputy director also had another nickname—"KPI Fiend."
But faced with a situation like this... the two space-time agents could only wait and see.
At least until the other side detonated another planet, they could only sit back and watch the show.
"What are you doing?"
The space-time agent suddenly noticed that his companion was fiddling with a strange machine.
"You're using a 'Time