One Stick

Pharaoh was the strongest being on this planet.

According to the life hierarchy Quintessa provided, it should be a mid-tier Planet Butcher.

While Tang Chuan was touring this planet, he also saw posters of Pharaoh, plastered everywhere, serving as objects for pedestrians to stop and worship.

What kind of evil could make the diary's owner feel that even an invincible Planet Butcher in their eyes was utterly defenseless?

Where did the diary's owner go?

Why did he hide the diary here, inside the floor of a hotel sofa?

Tang Chuan casually flipped to the back of the diary and found that the owner's writing became increasingly distorted, frenzied, and difficult to comprehend.

He closed the diary, put it away using his Fantasy Attribute, and asked Quintessa with a frown, "If what's recorded above is true, were there any recordings left behind? Can you investigate?"

Quintessa replied, "I have already investigated, but I found... even the classified documents were disturbingly 'harmonized.' The greatest upheaval was merely the resistance army, which was confined to a small corner, and that was nothing to the new order of the Exile Star.

All video footage showed no anomalies. This is highly illogical because if large-scale abnormal events had occurred, even if the authorities didn't retain records, some private electronic devices should have stored them.

Yet, there was nothing."

Tang Chuan then asked, "What about the resistance army? Were there any anomalies with them?"

Quintessa said, "Yes, they didn't use conventional electronic products, making it difficult for me to detect them. Upon infiltrating the few electronic devices they did have, I found their memory was corrupted, and they could no longer communicate normally.

Perhaps they feared the new order's network technology would steal their actions and infiltrate their high-energy weapon systems?

But this is too desperate. They all seemed to know they were doomed, yet no one chose to surrender. Instead, they vowed to defend their last base to the death.

I even feel that if it weren't for attracting tourists as a 'revenue-generating attraction,' they would have been taken down by the new order long ago."

Tang Chuan fell into thought.

After a moment, he said, "Are you... sure there's nothing on this planet that can threaten me?"

Quintessa still gave a definitive answer, saying, "No. Even if the planet were destroyed, I could protect you, Master. I don't know if there's any deeply hidden evil behind this civilization, but if even I can't detect it, then your leaving now would only cause that entity to attack you immediately.

If it touches upon high-dimensional matters...

Master can have Chiloo keep an eye out."

Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan immediately grabbed Chiloo as if conscripting him, and said sternly, "This is a very serious matter! Comrade Chiloo, tell me you're ready."

"Chiloo!"

Tang Chuan asked, "Have you noticed anything strange about this planet?"

"Chiloo!"

"What you noticed, we've already noticed?"

"Chiloo-loo!"

"You're a communication attribute, not a detection attribute? That weak? Then tell me, how do I contact Meatball, do you know?"

"Chiloo!"

"I can contact it just by telling you? That simple? Then why didn't you say so earlier, are you asking for a beating?"

"Chiloo..."

Chiloo felt very wronged. You didn't ask either!

And at first, you couldn't understand me either!

That's right, Tang Chuan couldn't understand Chiloo at first.

But somehow, the longer they spent together, the more he vaguely understood certain implied meanings hidden beneath the "Chiloo" syllables.

Tang Chuan asked, "Do you know how I started understanding you?"

"Chiloo!"

"Mental contagion? You invaded my mind?!"

"Chiloo..."

"It's good that you didn't. So, it was just a communication attribute, a compatible attribute personally designated by my Sovereign Spark. The Sovereign Spark implicitly chose to 'allow' it."

Muttering, Tang Chuan looked at Chiloo seriously and said, "Then, if you discover anything unusual, inform me immediately, understand? Even the slightest danger, you must let me know before it happens!"

"Chiloo!"

Guaranteed to complete the mission!

Can I eat garlic now...

Tang Chuan glared, "You're even negotiating with me now! You... Fine, if you perform well, I'll have Quintessa create a basket of garlic for you based on its material composition as a reward. But you're not allowed to touch the remaining three!"

"Chiloo!"

It's a deal!

Tang Chuan nodded and placed him beside the sofa, saying, "Then, during this period, don't go anywhere. Just stand guard here for me."

"Chiloo..."

But I can go out and play without affecting my guard duty.

Tang Chuan: "I told you, don't try to negotiate with me!"

Chiloo squirmed and coiled, indicating it understood.

Just then, Nokton walked over, spread his palm, and a pile of fragments fell onto the table.

"It should all be cleared. Twenty-six in total. We were being monitored, Kuka!"

Tang Chuan fiddled with the fragments on the table and asked, "Are you sure you cleared them all?"

Nokton hesitated at his words, saying, "I scanned every corner..."

Tang Chuan stood up and, with the Star Hunter, walked into the master bedroom. In the corner was a potted plant resembling a large succulent.

He directly grabbed the succulent's stem, yanked it out, and threw it into the trash can.

He then explained to the Star Hunter, "Besides inanimate monitors, many star systems also have plant and biological monitors. These are often difficult for scanners to detect because they are just plants with an incidental 'detection' attribute.

This plant is rare and not a conventional plant monitor, so it's normal that you didn't find it. Pay closer attention next time."

"Kuka!"

The Star Hunter nodded solemnly and said, "It was my dereliction of duty! I will pay close attention next time, Master. Is this the last monitor?"

Tang Chuan nodded. "It's the last one. Now we can speak more freely. But be careful, after the monitors are removed, some people in the shadows might act desperately. Also, be mindful that walls have ears."

The Star Hunter replied, "I will keep that in mind. When I was removing the monitor just now, I already placed my traps outside the corridor and the window. If any ill-intentioned individuals approach, they will trigger an alarm or be captured by the traps.

Boss, should I go out and investigate who was monitoring us and what their objective was?"

As he spoke, the light in Nokton's narrow eyes flickered, revealing a thirst for the hunt.

Gathering intelligence and eliminating potential threats was naturally part of the hunt.

Tang Chuan looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the bright sunshine. "It's afternoon now. Most of the creatures on this planet are active during the day. Tonight, wait until it gets dark, hide in the shadows, and go investigate."

As he spoke, he opened his palm, and the Fantasy Attribute materialized into a metal club resembling a beer bottle.

He threw it to the Star Hunter. "This is a Memory Eraser that has a short-term memory-wiping effect on ordinary beings. As long as you use it, ordinary beings will forget what happened for two hours. For certain important figures, don't choose to hunt them directly. Interrogate them, then erase their memories."

The Star Hunter solemnly took the metal club and asked, "Alright! Boss, please tell me how to use this thing."

Tang Chuan walked over to a mannequin decoration, beckoned the Star Hunter, and demonstrated with a few gestures. "Remember, you must aim for the forehead. Be quick and decisive, like a breaking bamboo. Don't be hesitant; just swing it down with one blow."

Nokton: "Just like that?"

Tang Chuan: "Just like that."

Nokton: "Do I have to hit the center of the head?"

Tang Chuan: "Not necessarily. As long as you hit it, it's fine."

Nokton: "..."