Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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An Ran retreated back to the narrow room she had entered from and began reading the guard's memories.

Two hours ago.

Anatoly summoned everyone from the underground prison.

“This is my revised inspection plan.” Anatoly handed out a copy of the plan to everyone.

The attendees were immediately stunned.

Because under normal circumstances, the patrol schedule is automatically generated by the prison's AI.

As the deputy commander, Anatoly wouldn't get involved in such a matter, no matter how free he was; there was no money to be made from it.

Anatoly had anticipated their reaction.

He rested his chin on his hands and smiled, "According to reliable intelligence, a little mouse will sneak in later."

"what?"

"Is someone planning to infiltrate the underground prison?"

"Who would be so bold?"

"Quiet!" Anatoly tapped the table lightly. "This plan is just to mislead that little mouse. Let her in first, then follow the trail. I want to see who's really betraying us and daring to collude with this little mouse to do things detrimental to the Empire!"

Anatoly's gentle tone suddenly shifted, and his voice, sharp as a dagger, made the guards tremble involuntarily.

Traitor!

The two large characters hovered above everyone's heads like the Sword of Damocles.

Once suspicions arise, these people see everyone as a traitor.

“You’ll be following my instructions and acting according to plan. That traitor had better hide well, lest I catch him.” Anatoly grinned sinisterly.

This smile was the most vivid image in Anran's memory.

"To deceive the enemy, you must first deceive your own people."

After a moment of silence, An Ran casually disposed of the used corpse as well.

She found no useful information, but Anran was not discouraged; on the contrary, she was now full of fighting spirit.

The underground prison was filled with criminals and members of the Royal Knights, so An Ran didn't hesitate at all when she made her move.

After disguising the surveillance equipment, An Ran, like a white ghost drifting through the prison, wielded a scythe to reap lives everywhere, and the guards simply fell into darkness as they walked.

Anran's sword was swift.

So fast that they didn't even realize they had passed away.

"If a few subspace box bombs were planted in the underground prison, the entire planet Sidna would explode."

After hesitating for a moment, An Ran stopped.

Dragging those innocent people on earth into hell would do her no good.

Although she is officially conceived as a major villain, An Ran herself has no such intention.

Ten minutes later, An Ran finally arrived at the top floor of the underground prison.

Multiple defense systems?

It is useless.

guard?

He slashed it with a single sword stroke.

Finally, what appeared before An Ran was a two-meter-thick superalloy gate.

The red circle marking the mission indicated that this was Anran's destination.

Behind the gate were members of the Other Shore Flower Pirate Gang, and they were high-ranking guards of the White Group.

The Hidden Flower Pirates are divided into the Red Team and the White Team.

Juliana's White Team consists of the pirate princess's guards. They have been by the pirate princess's side for many years, so their relationship with her is naturally much deeper than that of the Red Team.

As An Ran placed her right hand on the cool superalloy, a strange bittersweet feeling welled up in her heart.

This feeling stems from the pirate princess's distant memories.

From 8098 to 8107.

The members of the Hidden Flower Pirates, who were captured by the Royal Knights, spent nine years here.

For these female pirates, who were generally no more than thirty years old, nine years accounted for a quarter or even more of their lives.

They should have had wonderful memories.

Perhaps you're an ordinary office worker on some planet, and on your birthday you can look forward to a happy smile and anticipation of what gift your most cherished person will give you.

Perhaps it's about carrying a large backpack, traveling the world during the most vibrant years of your life, storing those precious memories in a bracelet, and savoring them slowly in your old age.

Perhaps...

They should have had countless possibilities.

It was she who led them down this dark path.

It was she who, after bearing countless expectations, failed to live up to their fervent adoration.

rustle……

The fingernails slid across the door, making a loud, grating sound.

"what happened?"

The puzzled Void Panda suddenly spoke.

The slightly hoarse voice startled An Ran awake.

"nothing."

An Ran shook her head, but still couldn't shake off the emotion: "I remembered some sad things."

She suddenly realized that if she hadn't transmigrated, the pirate princess, with her sentimental nature, would have followed Ereshkigal and ended up at this door.

However, upon pushing open the door!

All of this was planned in advance.

No matter what stories are added in between, as long as Eresh finds the pirate princess, the ending will not change.

The Royal Knights' plan progressed steadily, with the Pirate Princess becoming a key part of it. Subsequently, perhaps due to her out-of-control rampage, or perhaps because she saw through Ereshkigal's true nature, the Pirate Princess turned to the dark side.

The ultimate boss that spanned the entire game from version 2.0 to 3.0 was born!

Personality, background setting...

"It was all part of the planned scheme!"

An Ran sighed deeply.

This is what it means to be an inevitable trend.

Open the door.

Now that we've arrived here, it means An Ran has given up on the idea of changing the overall situation.

She wanted to take a gamble, follow this trend, and place herself at the top of this star system.

The superalloy gate slowly lifted up.

The chains binding the door snapped one by one.

The clicking and clacking sounds completely overwhelmed An Ran's hearing.

One centimeter.

Ten centimeters.

one meter.

An Ran could already see three pairs of legs appearing behind the door.

As the door opened wider and wider, the three pairs of legs continued to back away.

The passage of time is never equal.

For Anran, that minute of opening the door felt like an eternity.

For the three high-ranking White Group guards locked inside, this was just another routine experiment; a minute passed quickly, and an hour passed just as quickly.

Perhaps the only thing worth noting is that the person standing outside the door today is different.

Her legs are very thin.

It appears to be a woman.

She was slender and wearing a tight-fitting combat uniform.

She has fair skin and an unexpectedly cute face.

These beautiful things, if placed in the underground prison, would have nothing to do with beauty at all.

lets go!

The three senior guards from the White Group walked out with blank stares.

Their steps were so synchronized, as if they were all cut from the same mold.

Step over the threshold, walk straight for ten meters, then turn right...

It should be like this.

But suddenly an arm blocked their way.