So I'm a sheep.

In response, a spokesperson for the Church of Calesis solemnly declared that the branch has emergency response authority, and that after fully recognizing the unparalleled danger of that planet, the senior members unanimously decided to immediately deploy the planet-destroying cannon.

"Details of this emergency have been reported to headquarters, and the investigation team will arrive soon."

Following this statement, the Church of Calicus branch ceased responding to any external inquiries.

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"Oh, another big juicy story has emerged!"

Waving the newspaper, Angie exclaimed, "Saya, do you know the Chief Executive's son?"

"I do not know"

"His son was a major and also participated in the war against the Greenskins."

"He probably wanted to get some experience and polished his resume, but he ended up dying on the battlefield!"

Angie exclaimed in amazement, "Those green-skinned guys are too fierce! They even managed to take down super soldiers wearing power armor."

"That's too much."

Saya shook her head and said, "It's precisely because they acted so fiercely before they even developed that those greens are in this predicament today."

"Besides, that major is a martyr, so please don't use such a gloating tone, okay?"

"Schadenfreude is human nature!"

Seeing that Saya's expression was a bit off, Angie asked curiously, "Why are you reacting so strongly?"

"..."

"Um, if you think about it, the years you disappeared are exactly... "

"Let's not talk about that; I signed a confidentiality agreement."

The implication was that he acknowledged Angie's guess.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Angie lowered her head honestly: "I don't know, really, I'm so sorry."

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Saya waved her hand, indicating that the topic should be dropped.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Angie tossed the newspaper aside and said seriously, "Buddy, I think instead of going back to the battlefield to desperately earn credits, you should think carefully about how to invest."

"In just the last two years, the property under your name has appreciated by at least 50%!"

That was purely accidental.

Saya said helplessly, "I have no investment acumen. If I were to invest seriously, I guarantee I would lose all my credits."

"How about you introduce me to a reliable and capable investment advisor, Angie?"

"If I knew people like that, they would have been rich long ago. Why would they need to struggle to draw comics?"

Angie pouted and then discussed the recent hot housing market with Saya.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner, Saya declined Angie's invitation to go clubbing.

"I get a headache as soon as I get there, I'd rather watch Uncle Philip race cars."

I'm going home now.

Accepting the man's incredibly grateful gaze, Saya slowly walked towards her home.

beep--

My phone suddenly vibrated. When I opened it, I was surprised to find a message from the admin of the "Three-Quarters" group.

"Brave warrior, we have a gift for you."

Ok?

Saya paused, then sent a puzzled emoji.

"If you have time now, you can come to the Quarter Bar to discuss this in detail."

"Bringing friends along is perfectly fine; we're very sincere."

What the heck? I've not logged into the group for years, and I'm already being nice by not kicking myself out. Why do I have to send a gift?

Since we had nothing else to do, we might as well go and see what was going on.

After sending Philip a message telling him that she was going to Quarter Bar later, Saya took a taxi to her destination.

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Upon arriving at the bar, she was led to a private room on the third floor.

A man and a woman had been waiting in the private room for a long time. The younger woman greeted Saya warmly as soon as she saw her.

I've been wanting to meet you for a long time.

Holding Saya's hand tightly, she introduced herself: "I am the group leader of the quarter group."

Ah, the group admin.

"I am the group leader of the three-quarters group," the man also stood up and greeted.

Hmm, another group admin.

"Is this some kind of offline meet-up?" Saya joked.

The woman burst into laughter: "Ms. Saya, you are much funnier than I imagined."

"Oh? I don't think I've introduced myself yet."

Before the woman could say anything, Saya laughed heartily.

"Forget it, personal privacy isn't worth much these days anyway, and I didn't come here to question you about anything."

She rubbed her hands together: "A gift from a mysterious organization, can I look forward to it?"

"Please take a look at this agreement."

As the man handed over the paper agreement, Saya's phone vibrated.

"The electronic agreement has been sent to you. Please receive it."

"..."

After carefully reading the paper agreement and repeatedly confirming that she hadn't misread it, Saya said with a strange expression, "Although I know the housing market is booming recently, no matter how much my property appreciates, it can't offset the cost of brain prosthetics, right?"

“If the value is equivalent, this agreement is hardly a gift.”

"Who gave me this gift? I'm just an ordinary mercenary; there's nothing about me that's worth your investment."

“Ms. Saya, we are eager for new members to join us.”

The woman said with utmost sincerity, "We're not some mysterious organization; we're just a small group sticking together for mutual support."

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As soon as he stepped out of the quarter bar, Philip immediately came to greet him.

"It's been almost two hours. If you don't come out soon, I'm ready to storm in."

Saya felt a warmth in her heart and said with a smile, "I've been letting you know I'm safe every half hour, haven't I? I'm a battle-hardened warrior, not so easily defeated."

Philip nodded, gesturing for Saya to get in the car.

"So, what exactly are they trying to do?"

They must have come with good intentions.

He carefully recounted what had happened in the private room to Philip, and before they knew it, the car had arrived at Saya's house.

"In short, it's a club created by a few rich, powerful, and extremely idle guys who can only join people who have undergone 100% cybernetic modifications."

"After some investigation, one of the club's founders thought you were a good comrade and wanted to give you a hand?"

Saya smiled and said, "They don't call me a good comrade; they call me a future compatriot."

Philip rolled his eyes: "What compatriot? It's like you're no longer human after getting a prosthetic brain."

"People who form these cliques are just plain crazy!"

After venting his frustrations, the mechanical priest softened his tone.

"However, at least they were relatively honest with you."

“What you just said matches the intelligence I’ve gathered. As long as there are no traps in that agreement, we can sign it.”

After a pause, Philip suddenly became nervous.

"Although I think it's unlikely, you've already signed it, haven't you?"

No, no, no

Saya quickly shook her head: "We definitely need to consult a lawyer about this. What if they've hidden a trap in the agreement?"

Philip breathed a sigh of relief, then said with some confusion, "Logically speaking, the big spender who wanted to help you is already well-off, so why would they need to do this property exchange?"

"Perhaps, she wanted to confirm my resolve one last time."

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After consulting with several lawyers, all of whom indicated that there were no problems with the agreement, Saya decisively signed it.

Still at Madoff Medical Center, the brain prosthetic surgery was very successful.

"..."

"Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Seeing Saya's blank expression after being discharged from the hospital, Angie immediately became nervous.

"Ah, no."

"I'm so happy right now, let me be touched for a moment."

Saya wiped her eyes: "It's like I'm finally whole again, or like I've been reborn."