Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Lu Ze stared at the intelligence sent by Xing on the screen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

The key to area B5 is in the hands of Angelette Shaniat.

She is the strongest A-rank Valkyrie in this Tower of Babel.

A head-on confrontation? That would be suicide.

Since force won't work, we'll have to use strategy.

Lu Ze forced himself to calm down and began to sort out feasible solutions in his mind one by one.

The first thing that comes to mind is naturally the invisibility talisman.

This talisman is his trump card for survival. Once activated, it can conceal his figure and aura, making him undetectable to ordinary people and regular surveillance cameras.

If you can sneak up on Angelit and steal the key from her belt when she's not looking, you can do it without anyone noticing, with the lowest risk.

The problem is that he has no idea just how powerful an A-rank Valkyrie really is.

Foundation Establishment cultivators can sense fluctuations in the surrounding aura with their divine sense, so what about the Valkyrie?

Could this so-called A-grade also have similar sensing capabilities?

If Angelite could sense the faint traces hidden by the talisman, then sticking it on would be like walking into a trap.

Stealing involves too many uncertainties.

Lu Ze shook his head, temporarily shelving the plan and continuing to think of other solutions.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept across the top of the shelf, where the researcher's white lab coat, stained with dried blood, hung quietly, as if waiting for him.

A bold idea suddenly popped into my head.

camouflage.

Lu Ze's eyes lit up, and his mind instantly clicked.

The laboratory is enormous, with at least a hundred researchers, and it's impossible for them all to know each other.

If I could pretend to be a researcher inside the lab and make up a plausible reason to strike up a conversation with Angelite, I might be able to trick her into giving me the key.

It's done by deception, without resorting to violence or theft.

Compared to the risky, stealthy infiltration using stealth runes, this approach is clearly more reliable.

At least if we fail, there's still room for maneuver, and we won't be taken down on the spot.

Just do it.

Lu Ze strode to the shelf and reached out to take down the white coat.

With a shake of the clothes, a faint smell of disinfectant wafted out, mixed with a barely perceptible odor of blood.

He didn't care about anything else, quickly put on his clothes, and looked down at himself.

Surprisingly, it fits quite well.

I wonder what happened to the original owner of this garment.

After putting on his white coat, Lu Ze didn't rush to leave the storage room.

Having finally found a room that hadn't been emptied out, it would be unreasonable for him not to thoroughly search it.

What if there's anything else that might be useful?

He began searching the room thoroughly, from the bottom of the shelves to the cracks in the walls, even looking behind the broken instruments.

Unfortunately, apart from a few empty solid wood boxes and a few broken connecting wires, there were really no valuable items.

After searching around, he straightened up and his gaze fell on the inconspicuous metal trash can in the corner.

Instinctively, he walked over, bent down, and reached out his hand.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

Lu Ze froze when his fingers touched the cold, sticky, unidentified residue at the bottom of the bucket.

"Have I caught the virus?"

He pulled his hand back, staring incredulously at his uncontrollable hands, a chill running down his spine.

Those actions just now weren't decisions made after conscious thought; they were purely subconscious reactions.

It's like rummaging through the trash can is a matter of course; you feel uncomfortable if you don't do it.

Lu Ze took a half step back, keeping a safe distance from the trash can, and muttered to himself with lingering fear:

"The power of the pioneering spirit is terrifying; it can even influence a person's mind across dimensions..."

He took a deep breath and forced himself to refocus on the matter at hand.

There's no such thing as a good thing in a trash can, at least not in this world.

That's Xing's talent, not his.

Lu Ze dusted off his white coat, straightened his collar, and picked up his tablet again to review the information in the recording.

The disguise is complete, the intelligence is in place, and the target is clear.

Next, let's see if he can use this appearance and his words to trick the A-level Valkyrie into giving him the key.

He pushed open the door to the storage room and stepped into the quiet corridor.

The hem of his white lab coat swayed gently with his steps, and coupled with his deliberately steady pace, he did indeed look somewhat like a laboratory researcher from behind.

As Lu Ze walked, he edited a message, sending his plan to a star in a distant, otherworldly realm, asking her, or rather, them, for advice.