Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Oh shit."

At this point, Valentine couldn't help but swear.

A wave of waves has risen again.

I've been a non-European for my whole life, when will I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel and be able to smuggle myself into Europe?

anger.

Valentine calmed himself down and said, "Continue the investigation. Let me know immediately if there's any news."

"I understand, please rest assured, Commander."

……

Meanwhile, in the ruins of the pioneers in the Outer Realms.

An Ran, who had already advanced, slowly got up.

She deactivated the psionic shield.

As the white light surrounding the building dissipated, the members of the Chain of Judgment, who had been anxiously waiting outside, rushed over.

However, without An Ran's approval, Camilla and the others only dared to peek from the doorway.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"Needless to say, Dr. Anran has become even stronger!"

It was Marcus who spoke.

In just a few minutes, it was able to use the name fluently.

Rather than calling someone "boss" directly, using the suffix "Doctor" makes one seem more cultured.

Camilla twitched her lips but offered no comment.

I think...

Just as it was about to express its thoughts, Anran's voice suddenly came from inside the building.

Clear and serene.

"Come in, everyone."

So, a group of people noisily entered the building.

Before me stood an enormous statue—

The Forerunners, clad in Covenant armor, are engaged in close combat with beings from a higher dimension.

But compared to the lifelike sculpture, An Ran, standing at its feet, is even more eye-catching.

Having just completed the second direction of advancement, An Ran was not yet able to freely control the newly added rules within her body.

Deep purple ethereal power swirled around An Ran's body like mountain mist, and as the dimensions distorted, Camilla clearly saw various strange changes occurring in An Ran's body.

Humans, beasts, demons, angels, or some kind of strange entity that cannot be described in words.

"As expected, Dr. Anran is indeed a true Void Being, and all my memories are real!"

Camilla felt proud of herself for having successfully completed Dr. Enron's orders.

It glanced discreetly at its companions around it.

smile.

We are different!

An Ran calmly said, "I know what you want to ask. Actually, it's nothing big. I just pushed open the door to the secrets of dimensions."

"?"

Zaniolo, ranked 017th, looked puzzled.

"What is the gateway to the secrets of dimensions?" it asked Camilla, who was standing beside it.

Ha ha.

The little lion crossed its arms and pouted.

No culture is terrible.

"This means that Dr. Enron has become stronger."

"..."

Zaniolo stared blankly at Camilla.

The expressions on the faces of the others weren't much better.

Camilla coughed lightly: "Mechanic, you understand, right? You need to keep up with the times. This world is different from the era of the pioneers. Study hard and improve every day. Also, don't be a freeloader; that's a bad habit."

"..."

An Ran waved her hand: "Alright, alright, now is not the time to discuss this kind of thing. I called you here because I have something to ask you to do."

The members of the Chain of Judgment immediately stood up straight.

An Ran continued, "I've almost finished analyzing the Forerunner relics in this ruin, but it's not enough to repair the dimensional shackles. In the meantime, go and compile a list of things in other ruins that are different from this one. Also, bring any other materials you come across here."

Anran sent out the list.

"I'll go right away!"

Marcus was the most proactive.

Even now, it still longs for the prop that An Ran has that can make it grow bigger.

Watching everyone leave, Anran nodded with satisfaction.

She had initially planned to use her undercover identity to deliver a fierce kidney strike to the Chain of Judgment at a crucial moment, thwarting their plans.

Who would have thought the situation would change so quickly and so strangely?

"The most urgent task is to repair the psionic servants as soon as possible, otherwise my strength will be greatly reduced."

The psionic servant has been invaded by Vesta's virtual reconstruction ring and has now become a complete traitor.

If An Ran hadn't removed all of its psionic cores early on, it might have already attacked An Ran.

This made An Ran very angry. She even wanted to dismantle the psionic servant and get a new one.

However, considering the considerable resources and time she had invested in this psionic servant, An Ran reluctantly endured it.

Fortunately, she received good news from the War Court a few days ago.

They made contact for Anran with an honorary dean of the Exiled Empire's Academy of Mechanical Sciences.

That was also a Dominator-level Mechanic who had made significant achievements in the field of virtual impact.

"Use virtual technology to defeat virtual technology!" the honorary dean said.

"..."

Aren't you just talking nonsense?

The honorary dean then offered a practical suggestion: "Just use digital lifeforms to remove them. My fee is..."

"..."

"You can think about it."

The honorary dean stroked his gray beard, revealing a profound and unfathomable expression.

"wait!"

Anran could afford that price, but—

Heartache!

She thought about how she had also cultivated a plate of digital lives that had been sitting there for years, and wondered if they might be useful.

If all else fails, then go find that honorary dean.

With that thought in mind, An Ran flew out of the ruins.

After two transfers, she quickly returned to the divine court of the Mechanicus.

Under the management of Ibn and Christopher, everything in the Divine Court was in perfect order.

Pilgrims who come to worship contribute a large sum of money to the Cult of Mechanism every year.

Food, lodging, and transportation costs are essential.

Since we've come all this way to the Divine Court, we should at least buy some souvenirs to take back with us, right?

Let's not even talk about dolls; all those mechanical products are expensive.

But you still have to buy what you need to buy.

Otherwise, wouldn't it make me seem less devout than other believers?

The main reason why believers are so dedicated to building up the Mechanicus is because of Anran's experience.

It starts from that unnamed star system opposite Hidden Sands.

An Ran's meteoric rise to the top has left an indelible mark on her—

A mechanic blessed by the gods!

No normal person could level up so quickly. The geniuses that all civilizations are proud of are no match for An Ran.

Even without Wanjishen, many people believe that as long as Anran does not perish on her path forward, she herself will become the Wanjishen of the new era!

"Sing praises to the God of All Machines, for..."

Hearing the chanting coming from the square, An Ran quietly slipped into the underground laboratory of the Divine Court.

No one noticed her return.

She appeared effortlessly in front of the digital console, like an electronic ghost.

An Ran suddenly stopped the moment she reached out to touch it.

Something's not right.

She felt a power on the digital disk.