Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Finally, An Ran skillfully took out the medicine she had gotten from Erin and sprinkled it on the corpse.

wow-

The corpses dissolved and fell onto the metal plate that An Ran had retrieved. After storing the metal plate in subspace, there was no longer any trace of them in the world.

"you……"

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" An Ran asked with a smile.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

The captain was so scared he almost peed his pants, while the waiter had already fainted.

Upon receiving the news, An Ran dealt with the two people immediately.

He's a member of the Reform Movement.

What if I'm too popular?

An Ran sighed. It wasn't my fault, it was Charm's!

She and Ella exchanged a glance, then ran out in a panic.

"Robbery! Robbery!"

Chapter 06 The Unseen Restlessness

It turns out that people with high charisma in games can really make a living off their charm.

With Anran and Ella's shouts, and corroborated by the hotel manager who was later inexplicably knocked unconscious, the police were convinced that a group of people posing as law enforcement had indeed robbed the hotel.

This is no small matter.

The perpetrators broke into a house and robbed the victim, who disguised themselves as law enforcement officers. Fortunately, no one was injured.

Police immediately launched a city-wide manhunt.

After giving their statements, Anran and Ella walked out of the police station looking "frightened." After being repeatedly comforted by the "helpful" police officer, they left the police station "gratefully" and headed towards their dreams.

Pshaw, he just went on another carefree trip around Planet Aizoon.

During the previous interrogation, An Ran learned that these people were the so-called reformers.

Their attack on An Ran stemmed from their encounter that morning by the "Killing River".

The man in the white shirt who was arrested by the enforcement team was also a member of the reformist faction. They were plotting something, and the man in the white shirt was going to carry it out in the afternoon, but he was arrested.

This directly delayed the reformers' important work.

So these people took their anger out on Anran and Ella, and with a few private messages, they used their usual methods.

“You’re fake reformers, aren’t you!” An Ran delivered a devastating blow to the person being interrogated.

"It's true, absolutely true!"

24k pure innocence!

Genuine and authentic!

"How can you possibly reform like this? Do you think you can achieve your political ideals by killing all your political enemies?" An Ran asked tentatively.

"Of course not." The fake law enforcement team leader shook his head repeatedly.

Although he lacked political acumen, he knew that this was something he absolutely could not do.

Because you can't kill all your political enemies.

If you eliminate the people on stage, more people off stage will be able to take their place.

Even if the fighting reaches the point where no one dares to go on stage, there will always be people practicing their skills for ten years backstage, hoping to step onto the stage and kick the tyrannical person off.

"So what do you mean by this?"

"actually……"

"Speak," An Ran said, placing the bottle of medicine meant to dissolve the body on his head.

“We’re just peripheral errand runners! Our usual job is to create chaos everywhere. Our boss is a member of the Reform Movement, and we are just unofficial members.”

“That makes sense. So, who’s your boss?” An Ran pressed.

However, the result left her somewhat helpless.

do not know.

These people have never met their boss; they simply act according to the information relayed by intermediaries, receiving whatever benefits they receive based on the amount of work they do.

In addition, these people were all proletarians and unemployed who deeply hated the politics of the aristocracy.

They are victims, but now they are doing the work of perpetrators.

"Politics is such a damn hard subject to learn."

Anran recalled the fear she once felt, a fear that stemmed from being dominated by politics.

Out of fear of politics, she turned to science despite her love of history.

But then I discovered that science is also a monstrous villain.

An Ran temporarily put these things out of her mind. She had no way to contact the real leaders of the reformists, and even if she did, it wouldn't be of any use.

Her purpose in coming to Aixing was to find a way to contact Aileishi.

Other things are none of her concern.

It's difficult to intervene; Ai Xing's high-end combat power is beyond her current capabilities.

Having traversed mountains and crossed rivers, a sense of peace and security led her to discover that she was no longer being followed by strange individuals.

It's not that I wasn't being followed.

In An Ran's eyes, perverts and street photographers are not considered weirdos.

That's what happens when something is too popular.

Calm your mind.

An Ran nearly caused a traffic jam at the amusement park.

At that time, a talent scout from an entertainment company in Aixing approached Anran and delivered a passionate speech.

He said Anran was the best-qualified idol reserve he had ever seen.

As long as Anran is willing to join their company and pay a little something that isn't really necessary, she can count money until her hands cramp.

"young!"

An Ran really wanted to slap her across the face.

Look at my strong physique now, I'm counting money until my hands cramp up!

nonexistent.

You don't believe me?

If you're so capable, bring me all the money in your house and see what happens.

"I'm very sorry, I'm not interested in becoming an idol." An Ran refused directly.

"Don't rush to refuse, I'm not lying to you." The talent scout thought, what young girl these days isn't interested in becoming an idol? "Our company has several shareholders from the imperial aristocracy. If you join our company, you'll have the opportunity to come into contact with the aristocracy and change your life. All you need to do is nod your head!"

"actually……"

Anran glanced around at the growing crowd.

“I’m a rich man, and none of the conditions you’re offering appeal to me.”

An Ran tore off the mask of poverty!

Just kidding, although I don't have much money in my pocket, I have a lot of fixed assets.

Poverty is sometimes relative.

Anran also worked hard for a long time to go from absolute poverty to relative poverty.

"rich?"

“I don’t think you can find anyone richer than me in all of Nagoria,” Anran said earnestly.

Her current language is a game disguised with a Naglian accent.

She's right. If planets could be sold for money, most of Nagoria's planets would be under Anran's control right now.

Don't underestimate the amusement park!

"Isn't the richest person in Nagoria a man in his seventies?" The talent scout was a little confused.

"So... you're really lame."

"..."

"Some people may seem rich, but they are actually poor; some people may look poor, but they are actually truly poor."

"..."

It's not what I imagined.

"My time is valuable, so I won't chat with you anymore. Goodbye."

Anran pulled Ella away and they slipped away.

Sometimes, the little episodes in life are not worth worrying about; just think about them calmly.

She was in a good mood.

Sometimes life is very stressful, and you want to let go of the burden and relax, but you find that you can't let go of the burden no matter what.

An Ran, on the other hand, is best at shirking her responsibilities.

On the morning of the day Zhou Jieyu and her group were about to arrive on Aixing, An Ran, who had been wandering around for a long time, brought Ella to the Royal Knights' headquarters.

This is a castle located to the east of the megacity cluster where the royal palace is situated.

It still retains its original appearance more than a thousand years after the Empire left the Origin Star.

The area outside the Knights was solemn and dignified.