Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Lumina's thoughts were much simpler than Anran's.

She kept staring into An Ran's eyes, as if she could read something familiar into them.

Unfortunately, An Ran's gaze struck her as "violent."

Lumina calmly smashed the table in front of her: "Let's get down to business."

"Row."

An Ran nodded, looking like she was listening attentively.

During this process, she repaired the broken table using her domain skill.

Lumina didn't seem to care. She smiled and asked, "Let's talk about your identity first."

Anran calmly replied, "I remember you asked this question not long ago, right?"

Lumina said, "That's right, but this time I'm going to try a different angle."

"What angle?"

"From the side."

"???"

An Ran's head was full of question marks.

Lumina asked, "Who are you? I mean, before you became Enron."

An Ran was getting a little impatient: "I already said my name is An Ran. You can't make me take your surname just because you're powerful, can you?"

Lumina sneered: "You can't hide it from me. Your growth curve is obviously problematic; it doesn't follow the rules."

"Because I'm a genius!"

An Ran let out a long sigh, filled with emotion, without batting an eye.

Through years of training, he hasn't developed anything else, but his skin is much thicker than that of an interstellar warship.

Lumina scrutinized An Ran with a blank expression.

She really wanted to tear An Ran's body apart and see what color her soul really was.

But unfortunately.

She could sense that An Ran's body was not made of flesh and blood.

This indicates that this is not the true nature of Anran.

Otherwise, Lumina wouldn't be being so polite with Anran here.

They would arrest the person, torture them, and if that didn't yield any results, they would stuff them into the partially completed Lemestalla to analyze the essence of their soul.

Lumina has a hundred ways to expose Enron's true nature.

I just can't muster any strength.

She said, "Even geniuses have their limits. No matter how talented someone is, their progress at the Dominator level can never be the same as at other levels. This is an inherent law."

You can become stronger by fighting, don't ask me why.

However, Anran couldn't explain this to Lumina.

Besides, the two of them aren't on the same side, so why do they have to tell Lumina?

"Actually, it's not impossible to break this pattern, but you're a mechanic, and mechanics are different from other professions. I can only think of one possibility."

Lumina held up one finger.

What are the possibilities?

Anran rested her cheek on her hand and yawned as she watched Lumina's performance.

"You're just like me!"

"Don't talk nonsense, we're not familiar with each other."

An Ran said lazily.

You're getting impatient!

Lumina smiled and said, "As expected, you reincarnated once before you were reborn as Anran, number 1886!"

"!"

An Ran calmly replied, "How do you know?"

Could it be that Lumina, like her, was transported from outside the game?

Anran quickly dismissed this guess.

"Being a mechanic requires accumulation of knowledge; your knowledge accumulation speed can't possibly be this fast. Tell me, which famous mechanic in history are you the reincarnation of?"

Lumina placed her hands on the table, her eyes filled with scrutiny.

"Uh……"

An Ran rolled her eyes; she thought Lumina had seen through her.

"I'm a genius!"

An Ran forced Lumina's gaze back.

"..."

This confidence, this composure...

Is that so? Clumena still didn't believe it.

We are all people trapped within the rules.

"What is your wish?" Lumina asked.

An Ran frowned slightly.

She really doesn't understand.

Why does Lumina insist on keeping an eye on her?

She hasn't been a boss for many years.

Or is she just too charming, so that every boss can't avoid her?

Not at all, Lumina's charm level is at least no lower than hers.

Hey.

An Ran sighed, her gaze drifting into the distance, as if she were recalling something: "Actually, all I want is a peaceful life."

If it weren't for the sword always hanging over her head, she wouldn't have had such a hard life.

It's so much fun to tease Ella, Panda, and Tsykya all the time.

Lumina said, "If you only wanted a peaceful life, why did you choose to be resurrected?"

Do you think I want this?

An Ran hadn't even considered dying at first.

But the black hole that sucked her in wasn't happy about it, so who could she complain to?

Lumina asked, "Don't you want the world to become the way you want it to be?"

"I want to, but I'm not a god." An Ran paused. "Are you, then?"

Lumina shook her head: "In a sense, I'm searching for God, you can't deny it."

An Ran retorted, "Is this a disguised attempt to recruit me?"

“That’s right, you are more worthy of my anticipation than Leander.”

"Aren't you afraid I'm an undercover agent?"

"I have special skills to identify undercover agents."

I see.

forget about it.

It's a real shame that An Ran had to abandon her "undercover plan".

Being an undercover agent is fun for a while, and being an undercover agent forever is even more fun.

Lumina continued, "I thought every mechanic who could become a master possessed a strong thirst for knowledge."

"Probably so."

An Ran nodded silently.

“Follow me, I want to study you, and of course, I will also share Lemeta’s mechanical technology with you.”

what?

An Ran shrank back.

She hadn't expected Lumina to be so blunt!

All she could say was, "Lemet's mechanical skills are indeed very tempting, but I refuse!"

She doesn't want to be studied by others.

"No room for negotiation?"

"No."

"Let's end the conversation here."

Lumina stood up.

She was feeling a little down, not because An Ran had rejected her.

"They probably admitted they were wrong."

When you meet an old friend in a foreign land, the wonderful feeling has just begun to brew when you suddenly realize that the old friend is not an old friend at all, and that you have actually made a mistake. It would be strange if you could feel good after that.

As she reached the door, Lumina didn't turn around, but her voice still reached Anran's ears.

"The next time we meet, it won't end well."