Poverty makes me capable of anything.

In this way, the interstellar nomads had no complaints and instead became tightly bound to the hyperspace.

"We can start a new plan now."

After sorting things out, Anran pulled her wandering consciousness back into focus.

Orange cats are cute, but they're not really suitable for portraying the image of a divine messenger.

Machine Soul.

I really need to be more assertive.

An Ran began drawing blueprints, and just as she was drawing, Ciqiya suddenly arrived at the base.

"How did you end up here?" An Ran asked, puzzled.

Shouldn't we hurry back to the time-space after the meeting is over?

"Hmph." Ciqiya snorted a few times, "If it weren't for me, do you think your name change application would have been approved?"

"..."

An Ran was taken aback for a moment, then tentatively asked, "So you're here to claim credit?"

Ciqiya jumped up and punched Anran in the chest.

thump—

"I'll invite you my foot!" Tsykia said, annoyed. "Do you think I'm some little kid like Ella or Panda?"

Doesn't it look like it?

But An Ran didn't say it.

With her arms crossed in front of her chest, Ciqiya said with a serious expression, "Fortunately, you acted quickly enough to completely destroy Tianya Haijiao before the star field rulers of the Exiled Empire could react. Otherwise, if they had sent mediators, I wonder what you would have done then."

"How could they possibly hold out against me?" An Ran muttered to herself.

"Ok?"

Ciqiya stared at Anran.

An Ran glared back directly.

Ciqiya, not to be outdone, continued to glare.

The two stared at each other for a long time, but the game ended in a draw.

"Where did those people who helped you come from?" Ciqia asked. "If I hadn't covered for you, you would have been in big trouble once you were labeled as a spy for the Eternal Star Road."

An Ran said, "After all, you still love me."

Ciqiya angrily waved her fist: "Stop talking nonsense and answer my question."

“I hired him through the conglomerate that backs me,” Anran said.

"Really?"

“How could that be fake?” An Ran waved her hand. “Don’t worry about such trivial matters. Let’s talk about something more valuable.”

Ciqiya asked, puzzled, "What important matter?"

"The God of Myriad Machines!"

"Ha, why are you bringing this up?" Tsykia said. "Alright, you're a mechanic, but the God of Machines is just a legend, and nobody knows if it really exists."

An Ran said mysteriously, "I have evidence of the existence of the Myriad Machine God."

"real or fake?"

"Come with me."

An Ran pulled Ciqiya down to the underground.

I happened to run into Ella on the way.

“?(???)”

“(??ω??)”

Shouldn't we be on the same side?

Tsukiya walked away with a look of surprise on her face.

She quickly put aside the eye contact she had just exchanged.

Because she had already seen the "orange cat".

"Is this proof of the existence of the God of Myriad Machines?!"

Ciqiya pointed at the wandering consciousness.

Ah, an orange cat?

It's like someone seriously pointing at a chubby orange and telling you it's an alien—

[This chubby cat is my nemesis! My archenemy is the dog, separated by a "galaxy".]

It's good enough that they didn't use foul language.

Anran explained, “I'm the one who turned it into this form. You might not believe it, but it's actually a free-floating consciousness, a part separated from the Myriad Machines God. After entering this world, it came into contact with the power of faith. It has been in the Land of Faith for many years. I encountered it on the way to find the Time Corridor with Jill. If you don't believe me, you can ask Jill about it.”

Tsykia was still skeptical, but she asked Gil through Virginia and got the same answer as Anran had said.

"Could this be a scheme between you and Jill to trick me?" Tszkya said.

"Why would I lie to you for no reason?" An Ran asked innocently. "Besides, do you look like someone who's easily fooled by me?"

Tsykia shook her head: "Not at all."

An Ran shrugged and said, "Then that solves the problem."

Ciqiya nodded repeatedly.

That makes perfect sense. How could someone as smart as her be so easily deceived by An Ran?

It is absolutely impossible.

“Okay, I believe you, but even if the God of Myriad Machines really exists, what can you do?” Tszky asked.

"This is the main reason I brought you here."

An Ran's relaxed and carefree expression vanished, replaced by an extremely serious demeanor.

“The God of Myriad Machines resides in an alternate dimension called the Aetheric Realm. As you know, my profession is an Aetheric Mechanic. I think there might be some connection between them,” An Ran said. “Now that the wandering consciousness is combined with the power of faith, I think if we nurture it properly, we might reap great rewards in the future.”

The power of faith?

Tsychia said, "Are you preparing to build an entire religion?"

An Ran nodded: "I plan to replicate the Mechanical Church that existed when I was in another star system."

"Aren't you trying to steal the Mech Spirits' jobs?"

An Ran shook her head: "How could that be? The Mechanical Spirit Clan is a loosely organized alliance tribe. What I'm doing doesn't conflict with them. Besides, there are quite a few people in the Star Tree Starfield who have faith in machinery."

“You’re right,” Cixia asked. “Have you made up your mind?”

"Ah."

Genuine Mechanical Ascension VS. The Omnic Tribe's Fake Mechanical Ascension!

"Since you've already made up your mind, then just do your best to do it."

An Ran put on a fawning smile: "So, isn't this because I need something from Lady Tsikia?"

Ciqiya smiled smugly.

【Lord Tsikia】

It sounds very comforting.

But she quickly scratched her head and said, "To be honest, what I do is different from what you do. It's a bit difficult for me to help you. At most, I can only help you with some publicity."

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Actually, I wanted professional help,” An Ran said.

"Professional talent?"

"Tan He".

"Oh."

Tsyk-ya moved.

The Mechanical Church over there was founded by Tan He, who has extensive experience in handling such matters.

"With Tan He around, we can definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Ciqiya said, "I have no objection. You can contact him yourself."

"Thank you, thank you."

After showing Ciqiya around the new base a few times, Anran contacted Tan He.

Upon hearing that another mechanical papacy was to be built here, Tan He was immediately intrigued.

If he can strengthen the Mechanical Church here, even if he doesn't become a Star Domain Overlord, his fame will live on forever.

However, Tan He hesitated when An Ran mentioned the belief in the God of Myriad Machines.

"The Soul of Ether..."

"Let me tell you."

An Ran repeated the story about her detached consciousness.

The Soul of Ether is probably the God of Machines.

"If we can help the wandering consciousness grow, we might actually witness a miracle!"

In the end, Tan He couldn't resist the temptation and agreed.

He boarded a spaceship and headed to the Dawn Camp, while Anran transformed her wandering consciousness into a mechanical orange cat made of gears, levers, and other components.

Because of the pair of wings on its back, the mechanical orange cat looks very majestic and does not disgrace the name of the Mechanical Church at all.

"Let's begin. Construction of other buildings can be postponed. Let's finish building this Machine Soul Tower first." An Ran handed over the design blueprints she had purchased from the Flora Nol Consortium to Christopher.

The Tower of Souls for Worship is here, the object of faith is here, and the divine messenger is here.