Vengeance Strike

"Found one!"

"Oh?"

"Reporting, Your Eminence. We've discovered a stable otherworld! It's fifteen meters from ground level. Outside is undeveloped forest, mainly coniferous forest. No traces of civilization detected, no dangerous creatures detected. There are water sources and wild animals!"

"Abandon it."

On the fifteenth level of Silent Helix, Mercury Trojan Horse lay lazily on a plush carpet in cool tones, nestled beside a gray wolf that weighed over two hundred kilograms. She wore a simple sleeping robe, as if she were here on vacation. A girl in Cat Head Pajamas was curled up in her arms, eyes closed as she enjoyed a sweet sleep. Mercury Trojan Horse stroked the girl's delicate, translucent cheek with the back of her fingers, as careful as if she were handling a work of art.

Around her, artificers dressed in Black Feather Outerwear were busily working. Most of them were busy creating space gates and scouting the situation on the other side—Space gates could lead to anywhere you could never imagine: magma, underground, high in the sky, the deep sea, even Void Realm Turbulence. Without a complete defensive mechanism, every space gate opened was like saying hello to the God of Death.

"Remember the two conditions: you must observe a civilized society, and it must be a lawless zone where that civilization's governing ability is weak. The best places are underground facilities like sewers, followed by slums, and the worst are suburban mountains, forests, and beaches," Mercury Trojan Horse said. "If it doesn't meet those two conditions, there's no need to report to me."

She extended two fingers, picked up a glass and gently swirled it, then drained the iced lemon Raven Blood Wine in one gulp and let out a soft little burp.

"Your Eminence, the probability is simply too low," the cold-faced