An Internship in Another World Still Counted as an Internship

"Is this the Territory Secret Pact for the Graycast Corridor?"

Ed stared in astonishment at the exquisite little gadget.

Unlike any other Territory Secret Pact he had ever seen, the one lying in the hand of the Great Labyrinth City's Machine Spirit puppet was a genuine mechanical structure.

This fist-sized object is composed of dozens of mechanical components, each made of slightly different metal materials and varying in size.

Driven by Psionic Energy, this seemingly meaningless thing is constantly operating; from a certain angle, all that can be seen are two connecting rods and two gears...

"Why does it look exactly like Steam?"

Ed inadvertently revealed what was on his mind.

"What?"

I didn't quite understand the meaning of the Great Labyrinth City.

"Nothing, I just thought this Territory Secret Pact was really unique."

"That's right."

The Great Labyrinth City agreed, and the doll nodded, saying:

"The Territory Secret Pact that make up the Graycast Corridor territory are the first set of standard mechanical parts created by Aiboke many years ago."

"The templates for all the mechanical parts in the entire Graycast Corridor can be found there."

"It embodies the birth of a new power; as long as the corridor stands, it will never cease to function."

Ed reached out and took it:

"It's very memorable."

"I will complete the rule overriding and addition as soon as possible."

He looked at the doll, then looked up at the countless machines operating in the circular library; they were the very essence of the Great Labyrinth City.

Ed suddenly said:

"My house was broken into, but I'm heading home now."

Okay, until we meet again.

The Machine Spirit doll felt confused, but still nodded.

Ed gripped the Territory Secret Pact, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Valhalla, the ancient castle.

The first thing Ed saw upon returning was the dusty "dragon egg" outside.

It's unclear what Seraphina has figured out inside, but lately the dragon egg's reaction to external stimuli has become increasingly weak; one might mistake it for some kind of abstract artwork.

Ed withdrew his gaze from the dragon egg and released his grip on the Graycast Corridor Territory Secret Pact.

Three vines instantly sprang out from the crevice in the rock, Territory Secret Pact in a flash.

The already slender tips of the three vines were split into three, and then this process was repeated twice more, turning the entire vine into countless thin threads that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye, just like unraveling a rope.

Under Little Green's influence, these fine threads gradually probed into the Territory Secret Pact, beginning to dismantle it from the inside out, from matter to Psionic Energy.

Things are different now. When Ed obtained his first Territory Secret Pact, he even had to insert it into his body to decipher it. Now, with just a thought, countless plant tissues that make up his body will begin to study it on their own.

"How long will it take?"

Ed looked at the sapling in his eye socket, and Little Green quickly responded:

"One day for cracking, one day for overwriting, one day for refactoring, and if possible, it's best to set aside one day for debugging and proofreading."

"So slow?"

Ed was somewhat surprised:

"The last time we obtained so many Territory Secret Pact from the Holy City, it only took two days. The total area at that time was probably as big as two Graycast Corridors, right?"

"To be precise, it's almost two. Graycast Corridor has recently opened up new territory in the Demon Realm, establishing a new satellite city, which is slightly larger than it was a year ago."

Little Green's voice echoed in his mind:

"There are so many people using prosthetics in the Graycast Corridor. If I'm not careful, there will be big problems over there. Of course, I need to take my time and do things carefully."

"Besides, the underlying logic there is different from that of the Theocracy. The Theocracy is adapted to plant growth, so I don't need to make any changes. But it's different there..."

"Alright, alright, no need to explain. I didn't mean you were being lazy."

Ed waved his hand:

"However, there's another matter that concerns me—is the message Geliwusi sent back truly authentic?"

"Did he really see Sailesi?"

The Little Green in my mind was silent for a moment before saying:

"You'll see when you go; it's hard to judge."

"I'd like to see just how difficult it is to evaluate."

Ed snorted softly, and his clone vanished without a trace, leaving only wisps of plant tissue in the cracks of the rock.

The Holy City, formerly known as the "Holy Tree Cathedral," now the "Church of Saint Savigny," top floor.

Geliwusi sat in the chair with a lifeless expression. He was already a bit overweight, and at that moment he looked like a melancholy seal who was in a bad mood.

After the events in the Holy City, Geliwusi gracefully retired from his position as cardinal, successfully securing a respectable later life for himself through his nimble demeanor and indelible contributions.

He became the manager of High-Quality Charcoal Processing Plant, responsible for the labor reform of many Stained Ones crimes were not too serious.

At the same time, Geliwusi was also responsible for setting production targets and sampling inspections. He tried to make himself seem more useful, hoping that after he died, a remote chapel would be named after the "St. Kruger" Cathedral.

He hadn't really cared about this before, but in the past few months, the Holy Tree Cathedral hadn't just changed its name; Luxiusi's reliefs, murals, and portraits had begun to appear in every corner of the cathedral at an extremely rapid pace.

Even Luxiusi Savigny's life has been summarized into a short biography, containing many philosophical sentences that Geliwusi had never heard of.

Geliwusi, of course, had no idea that Ed had provided an internship opportunity to an art student player from another world, a position comparable to that of a great Renaissance artist.

But he knew that as the days went by, he had grown a little jealous.

It's unclear how the Son of God found so many Soul Returners skilled in painting and sculpture, but Geliwusi quickly made up his mind.

He pointed to the Basilica of St. Savigny and said to himself in his heart:

"I want one too."

From that time on, Geliwusi's work attitude began to become more enthusiastic.

Even though the Son of God had hardly visited the Holy City in the past few months, and when he did come, he didn't specifically come to see him, he still did every task diligently, just so that even after his death, there would be a thin booklet that could briefly introduce his life story.

However, this old man's dream was cruelly shattered this afternoon.

He had only intended to come to the church to see if any new portraits or sculptures of his old friends had been created, but he unexpectedly encountered an uninvited guest.

Although it was just a crystallized skeleton, Geliwusi recognized it at a glance as the defector Cardinal Sailesi Richter, with whom he had worked for a hundred years.