Conflict

"Looks like you're quite good at this!"

"Of course. It's my talent!"

"You've done this sort of thing quite a lot, haven't you?"

"Not really. Mainly because he's just a mortal."

A high-ranking official from Yorktown Base and a wanted criminal who had only just been listed were now calmly chatting here.

Fortunately, no one had seen them. Otherwise, they would have been utterly shocked.

An Yang also found a chair and sat down, calmly facing Void Messenger. "He's of Asian descent."

The official under Void Messenger's control wore a contemplative expression. "He seems to be called Ling Yun. As for whether he's what you call an Asian, I don't know. As you know, given the short amount of time, I could only access his deepest memories. Most of them were memories that had already sunk into his subconscious. Sorry."

"I was just asking casually."

"Then what orders do you need me to issue?"

"I want technology. You understand, right? Technology unique to this world. There are some mortals here who possess knowledge of using the laws of nature to change the world. I need you to order them to package that technology and hand it over to me! Don't worry about anything else. It's that simple."

"Technology..."

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"I understand what you mean, but for the specifics, I may need to search through his memories first to ensure there are no mistakes."

"Fine!"

An Yang readily agreed.

He had no idea how long Void Messenger would need to search through the memories, so he simply leaned back in his chair and assumed a resting posture. The official also propped up his head, frowning as if he had fallen deep into thought.

Every so often, he muttered a word or two.

"Star Federation..."

"Technology..."

"Starship..."