Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Camilla was the first to speak out.

An Ran nodded.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, she lightly leaped to the vicinity of the core sphere of the plane binding.

Seeing that An Ran had already begun to study dimensional constraints, 017 Zaniolo yawned and turned to leave.

It had only taken two steps when it suddenly stopped.

Why aren't you leaving?

Camilla tilted her head. "Why are we leaving?"

Zaniolo said, "Dr. Enron told us to go about our own business."

“Oh, you mean this?” Camilla nodded repeatedly. “For me, the most important thing right now is to see Dr. Enron fix the dimensional shackles.”

When he noticed that the other members were nodding, Zaniolo's expression gradually froze.

Gan.

You bunch of bootlickers!

I, Zaniolo, will never associate with you...

Forget it.

Count me in.

Zaniolo walked back silently.

It said with a smile, "We are all members of the Chain of Judgment, and I can't be absent from such a collective event."

"..."

……

Through extensive analysis of Forerunner relics, Anran has accumulated enough Forerunner technology to begin analyzing dimensional constraints.

This differs from the usual practice of borrowing equipment for fault analysis.

An Ran placed her right hand on the core sphere and then activated the skill [Ether Realm - Deconstruction].

The dominance of the domain has spread.

It covered the [damaged dimensional constraint] like a thin film.

After hearing a soft "ding," An Ran heard a game notification in her mind—

[Deconstruction Begins]

A white progress bar appears before your eyes, indicating an estimated time of 10 minutes.

This is different from analyzing drawings.

In fact, even with An Ran's current intelligence level, she is unable to analyze the dimensional constraints.

Within the vision of the [Deconstruction] skill, An Ran saw nothing but emptiness.

Every time the progress bar rises even a little bit, a portion of the dimensional constraint slowly emerges from the void.

This is a 3D graphic outlined with futuristic blue lines, but not every part of the 3D graphic is made of gentle blue lines.

If you look closely, you'll notice a vibrant orange-red hue at certain points.

That's the deconstructed "dead pixel".

If it were a normal mechanical overlord NPC, even if it possessed the exact same knowledge as An Ran, it would absolutely not be able to achieve this level.

Anran is special.

Or perhaps the players are special.

They came here to play games, not to learn through games.

The deconstructed diagrams greatly reduce the difficulty of the game for players, and Anran, who has a player panel, is also enjoying this convenience.

Ten minutes later.

Anran received a friendly notification that the deconstruction was complete.

"The core is not damaged, so it doesn't seem like it will be difficult to repair."

Anran was full of confidence.

There are fourteen bad spots in total, but with the materials collected by Camilla and the others, that's more than enough.

For the next three days, Camilla and the others seemed to be in a trance, staring intently at An Ran, who was jumping around on the plane's bindings.

They saw the light of the core sphere flickering.

Until a certain moment, the bright yellow light from the core sphere flowed like lava into every fold line around it.

The magnificent flames engulfed the entire ruins in a short time.

Camilla covered her eyes.

It felt as if it had fallen into nothingness, and it could no longer even feel its own body.

Fortunately, this anomaly did not last long; the flames disappeared after a few seconds.

This relieved Camilla.

The stronger you are, the more you hate this feeling of not being able to control the situation.

It fixed its gaze on the past.

The dimensional constraint stood quietly in place, like a surrealist sculpture.

This contrasted sharply with An Ran, who was smiling beside her.

"You have completed the task [Miracle Restoration]."

The mission rewards 50 billion free experience points, the "Notes on the Construction of a Small World (Part 2)", and the core control chain of "Dimensional Binding".

The so-called core control chain is actually a string of code that only Enron can recognize.

This means that no one can use dimensional bindings without her permission.

With this, Anran finally possessed top-tier equipment that could rival technological marvels like the [Star River Miracle] and the [Lemeta Staircase].

She couldn't wait to find a place right now to test the power of the dimensional binding.

But before that, Enron still had things to deal with.

The fragments combine to form a whole, yielding the [Small World Construction Notes].

The reading requirement is an intelligence score of 4200, which Anran fully meets.

Without hesitation, she pressed the read button on the game interface.

In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded into An Ran's mind like a torrent.

Unlike the unstable subspace, the small world has a stable structure and can exist independently in the endless void dimension, detached from the main space.

For example, the Forerunner Ruins where Anran is currently located is a small world that has existed for tens of millions of years and is still operating stably.

New and interesting knowledge has been added!

However, based on An Ran's current understanding, it is impossible to create a small world comparable in size to the pioneer's secondary capital.

There's no problem if it's a tiny world at the nanoscale.

Satisfied, he closed the game panel and calmly moved one step to appear in front of Camilla and the others.

The dimensional constraints moved with her, like a loyal little follower.

"Dr. Enron!"

Camilla shouted excitedly.

Marcus and Zaniolo, among others, were increasingly convinced.

Following Anran makes all the difference.

If the White Demon, the Crossroads, or the Shadow still lead the Chain of Judgment, they have no ability to reshape the dimensional constraints.

This is a difference in intelligence.

Marcus thought.

"Let's find a place to test its power now."

An Ran put the dimensional bindings into the subspace box, and then spoke to Camilla and the others.

She originally planned to just find a desolate starry sky and have sex with it.

However, after emerging from the ruins, Anran received an interesting message.

That's in the Eagle Eye sector.

"The Lord of the Night and Sawyer, who had disappeared for a while, have reappeared."

Heda calmly manicured her nails, then suddenly uttered this remark.

An Ran's clone asked, "How did you know?"

Heda stared at her fingers, nodding with satisfaction, while also answering Anran's question: "The message came from the War Court headquarters."

"Oh."

An Ran nodded.

She discovered that Heda was quite narcissistic.

He can spend more than ten minutes trimming his fingernails, and he'll hold them up to examine them closely from time to time.

She was worried that Heda might be tempted to lick her toenails while she was trimming them.

That's really weird!

“Aren’t you curious about where they are?” Heda suddenly asked.

An Ran, reclining on a deck chair basking in the artificial sun, pouted and said, "Anyway, you'll tell me yourself."

Heda chuckled coldly.

As expected, her relationship with An Ran could never develop into something like Virginia's with An Ran.