Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

[Melon Field Hermit: Indeed, let's talk about something else.]

[Anonymous: Going back to the previous topic, don't you think there's something wrong with her?]

[Mars Robotics: Let's elaborate.]

[Bill Gewara: Let me elaborate.]

[The badger in the melon patch: I understand.]

[Taking a fatal blow head-on: What's going on? Can we have a recap?]

[Bill Gale: Go climb the stairs yourself.]

[Unlicensed Spaceship Operation: How much profit must be inside such a large space station? Think about it carefully.]

[Mars Robot: You can eat anything, but you can't say anything. She's a student of the Black Tower.]

Mars Robotics: Please elaborate!

[Gua Tianli Yu: It’s inconvenient. 】

[Bill Gale: If it's inconvenient for you to talk, then what are you talking about?!]

[Anonymous: You're already anonymous, yet you only say half of what you mean. Don't you have any manners?]

[The little weasel in the melon patch: You all know that already...]

[Bill Gewara: Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!]

[Guatianlicha: What else could it be? It's about Aista's misappropriation of public funds. See that mountain of packages in the reception hall? The recipient is always our young stationmaster.]

【…】

……

As Aista read the messages in the group chat, a smile crept across her face, as if she were enjoying the drama. She then contacted Alan.

"Alan, the supplies for upgrading the defense system have arrived. Arrange for their deployment as soon as possible; the faster the security upgrade, the better."

"Yes, miss, but there's a problem..."

"What?"

"Many people were injured during the recent cleanup of the things that escaped from the rift, and we may be short-handed. Could you please ask Mr. Zhi Mu to come?"

Alan's words revealed a faint weariness that was hard to conceal.

"He is the one who provided the solution. With his personal guidance, things should be much easier and more efficient."

"...Uh, I'm afraid that's inconvenient." Estella said, looking troubled.

Pictures of Ms. Black Tower and Qi Zhimu embracing intimately have spread throughout the space station; heaven knows what they're busy with right now.

Even if she were the station chief, she couldn't afford to disturb us rashly.

"Inconvenient?" Alan asked, puzzled.

"Anyway, don't get your hopes up too high. I'll send him a message with the request. By the way, speaking of requests, my key is missing."

"...Didn't you just place an order a few days ago for supplies to upgrade your defense system?"

"Yes, but I can't find the key card today."

"Okay, I'll help you find it..."

"Hurry up, otherwise if Mr. Zhi Mu accepts the commission, I won't even have the money to pay him."

"No way, miss, you don't even have 10,000 credits on you?"

"Ten thousand...?" Estella was stunned.

"Is there something wrong? I've asked Miss Xing for help several times recently, and I've only paid her a total of 3280 credits," Alan said honestly.

"..."

Estelle went from being stunned to falling silent, and couldn't help but ask a question.

"How much did you pay Xing for his help the first time?"

Alan replied: "648 credits."

"Why……"

"Why did you suddenly sigh, Miss?"

"It's nothing... I just feel a heavy responsibility to shoulder."

Estelle began to think that keeping Alan in the Defense Section so he wouldn't have to worry about finances was not a good decision.

He had no concept of credit points, in the sense of expenses.

"...Alan, starting next month, you'll start receiving a monthly salary."

"No! Miss saved me and gave me a new life. I absolutely cannot accept any payment for doing things for you!" Alan said seriously.

Estella was out of options.

After weighing the options, the only solution was to take a roundabout approach.

"From now on, whenever you ask an anonymous person for help, whoever it is, I will handle the payment, understand?"

"Did I pay you too much?"

"...It's not a matter of how much or how little, just don't worry about it."

"Okay." Alan didn't dwell on it.

Aistar breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she had transferred 1 billion to Qi Zhimu as a token of her gratitude.

They have principles; they only do what they're paid for.

If Alan were to be in charge of the payment, who knows what kind of ridiculous situation would arise.

Once we find the key card, we'll properly compensate Xing for his tireless efforts on the space station during this time.

……

Black Tower Office.

Qi Zhimu finished the simulated universe test and patted his slightly throbbing head.

Black Tower's expression was very strange.

Screw's face is not anthropomorphic; it's not recognizable.

Coming to his senses, Qi Zhimu realized the atmosphere was a bit off and speculated:

"The simulated universe is fine; the problem is with me, right?"

Not long ago, Heita suggested that they try to enter the simulated universe for testing, and Qi Zhimu readily agreed.

Unexpectedly, after entering the simulated universe, not only did I not encounter any star gods, but I couldn't even see any insects, and there wasn't even a puzzle piece that made up the background.

The world was blank; only he remained.

ScrewGumm: "Unable to infer, known conclusion: The simulated universe is operating normally, with no bugs or errors."

Black Tower seemed to be deep in thought.

She knew more about Qi Zhimu than Luo Sigumu did about him.

In this galaxy, the concept of reincarnation is not just empty talk; a very small number of descendants of ancient beings possess this ability.

But Qi Zhimu is a genuine human being, and his understanding of reincarnation is much stronger.

Under certain conditions, one can recover memories of past lives and even retain abilities from those past lives.

In his previous life, Qi Zhimu knew how to use fist techniques and swords; he will do the same in this life as well.

He had told her that the fist and sword techniques he had mastered were not learned from the world within the Memory Mist, but rather that he had discovered they were self-taught one unremarkable morning after waking up.

The reason is obvious; it is most likely inherited from the previous life, or even the life before that.

The same applies to medical talent.

When Qi Zhimu confessed, he even made a small self-deprecating remark, saying that he was actually not a genius in any field.

Only those who have gained the attention of the learned and respected and become members of the genius club can truly be called geniuses.

"Black Tower, what are you thinking about?" Screw Gum asked.

"What else could it be? Of course, it's because Zhi Mu can't test the simulated universe."

Question: Have you considered modifying the simulated Star God into something else, such as Pure Beauty?

"In terms of pure beauty, his appearance is indeed as good as mine. He truly deserves to be my man," Black Tower said earnestly.

Screw Gum: "..."

Why is he, an AI, being fed dog food all the time?

While Black Tower's statement is indeed true from the perspective of human aesthetic database analysis.

From a human perspective, Qi Zhimu's appearance is 7.6 times more attractive to the opposite sex than that of the average man.

"Shall I give it a try?" Qi Zhimu looked at the black tower.

"Um."

Black Tower began adjusting parameters and replacing the simulated Destiny and Star God.

The result was both expected and paradoxically unexpected.

It still doesn't work. Xing, who left the office not long ago, is fine.

Qi Zhimu was almost certain that the simulated universe had no effect on him, probably because of the reincarnation system.

Just as I was about to speak, my phone vibrated.

"Estella asked me to improve the space station's defense system. Little Tower, I'll go take care of that now."

"Okay~"

Black Tower did not try to stop them.

Qi Zhimu cared about her space station, which is roughly equivalent to caring about her.

In a good mood.