The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Within the vast and boundless universe, a city of stars.

This super artificial celestial body, which brings together the world's most powerful technological forces, continues to quietly radiate its own light.

In the Moon View area, in a courtyard filled with moon grass.

Crobbick was sitting in a rocking chair in the courtyard, his legs crossed, in a languid posture.

At this moment, he had changed out of his white tuxedo and into a fitted casual outfit, and was playing with an old gold pocket watch in his hand.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The inside of the pocket watch seemed to be made of stars, constantly emitting a dazzling glow, twinkling like starlight in the courtyard.

Not long after that.

"Tap, tap..."

Two very soft knocking sounds suddenly came from outside the hanging window above the courtyard.

Crobbick didn't turn around; he simply pressed the button to stop the pocket watch in his hand.

Suddenly, in the boundless starry sky outside the window, a raven, entirely black with scarlet eyes, appeared out of nowhere.

The crow completely ignored the layers of defensive force fields surrounding the City of Stars. With a light leap, its body seemed to pass through a layer of water, and it simply merged into the window.

Black feathers silently scattered and reformed in mid-air, and the shadows on the ground seemed to come alive, climbing upwards as if they had a life of their own.

Soon, a person slowly emerged from the shadows.

A man completely shrouded in a black cloak.

He exuded no aura, as if he were a ghost that had always been in the room.

Seeing this, Crobbick turned around, stuffed the pocket watch into his vest pocket, and joked with the newcomer, "Mr. Night Owl, you still don't like using the front door, do you?"

"You know, the security system here is the latest upgraded version from the parliament. Your casual coming and going will make those idiots in charge of security feel like their monthly salaries are burning a hole in their pockets."

"That's a really bad habit."

The man known as Night Owl ignored Crobbick's lame joke and simply stood there coldly.

"What's the matter?"

"Don't be so cold, we've known each other for a long time."

Crobbick shrugged, casually poured a glass of liquor from the table, and handed it over.

The owl did not answer.

Crobbick didn't seem embarrassed at all. He brought his glass to his lips and took a sip. "It's really nothing serious. I just heard a very interesting rumor recently."

"I heard... you desperately need a spot to enter the [Garden of Ancient Twilight]?"

These words were spoken.

The air in the room seemed to pause slightly at that moment.

A cold glint flashed in the owl's scarlet eyes.

But he still didn't speak, he just looked at Crobbick.

He knew better than anyone what the words "Garden of the Old Twilight" truly meant within the upper echelons of the entire world.

That was an ancient dimension lost beyond the river of time.

Countless secrets from before the ages are buried there, and it may even lead to the path of true domination.

But equally, it is also a place rife with absolute madness and death.

The gates of the Twilight Court open only once every thousand years.

However, the number of places is extremely limited.

Even for a divine realm like the Star Council, which spans dozens of divine realms, it takes immense effort to obtain a single spot. And the ownership of that spot involves round after round of bloody exchanges and struggles within the highest levels of the council.

In other words, it's something that absolutely cannot be bought with money or sheer force.

And now, Crobbick, this senior supervisor of the council, has so casually thrown out this spot as a bargaining chip.

The owl isn't stupid.

Since the other party dared to offer such an exorbitant price, they must want his help. Moreover, the danger of this matter is no less than plucking the beard of an ancient god.

"What do you need me to do?"

After a long while, Night Owl spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

Crobbick laughed.

"That's right."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and flicked it lightly with his thumb and middle finger.

"Buzz—"

A small cone of light, emitting a faint blue glow and sculpted like a crystal, traced a graceful parabola in mid-air before landing in the Night Owl's hand.

"Go to the Starfall Divine Realm, to a place called Starfall Rift Abyss."

"Find out exactly what secrets lie there."

"Of course, this isn't limited to the Dark Star System. If necessary, Anya, the dismissed governor of the Libra Nexus, could also be your breakthrough point."

"In short, I need to know what cards those gamblers in Ashmerkrin are hiding under the table!"

"If you can find out all of this and bring the information back alive... I assure you, I will vote for you without hesitation on the next list of nominees for the [Twilight Court]."

Night Owl toyed with the crystal cone in his hand, sensing the information within, his brow furrowing slightly: "Didn't your subordinates just send an envoy over there?"

"Why are you looking for me?"

"special envoy?"

Upon hearing this, Crobbick shook his head and couldn't help but scoff: "Those idiots who only know how to take bribes and wet their pants at the first sign of danger? Do you really think I'd expect them to find anything useful?"

"They were just bait I put out in the open."

"Those old foxes in Ashmertine are probably gloating over how they fooled the envoy. If we keep bothering those idiots, we can not only distract them but also lower their guard."

"Openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass."

"My friend, you are the real killing move in this game."

Crobbick appeared very confident in his plan.

He understood the psychology of those local powerful families all too well. As long as they thought the council's investigation was nothing special, they would eventually show their true colors.

But top assassins like Night Owl, who roam the darkness, are the quickest way to uncover the truth.

Night Owl didn't speak again; he simply silently channeled his spiritual energy into the crystal cone in his hand.

Inside the light cone, a wealth of data about the Dark Star System, its off-the-charts energy monitoring, and information about the boundless black mist instantly flooded his mind.

In particular, that record about how even the mental power of high-level professionals was instantly obliterated.

This made Night Owl raise an eyebrow slightly.

After a while.

He slowly raised his head, his face, hidden in the shadows, revealing a complex expression: "Are you sure? It's just these things you're investigating?"

When he said this, his tone was relaxed, as if the terrifying black mist recorded in the cone of light, which could instantly devour even the mental power of high-level professionals, was not scary at all in his eyes.