Poverty makes me capable of anything.

An Ran suddenly remembered the little foodie, who called the Wild Clan as berserkers, and there were quite a few of them who used hammers as weapons.

"Consider it a gift I brought back for her."

There was no food left. An Ran had originally wanted to get some Starry Sky Beast meat for An Qianqian to take back, but unfortunately, they didn't find any.

Raising a rebellious loli is no easy task.

Compared to the well-behaved and adorable Ella, An Qianqian is simply a devil.

If she ever stops causing trouble, Anran will have to sincerely thank the gods.

However, the child is still young, and things will definitely change as he grows up. Although An Qianqian is already a master, An Ran would not send a 13-year-old child to the battlefield.

Ella is different. From a rational point of view, people would believe that Ella is 100 years old.

"It's time to start working on the blueprints!"

Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, a peaceful prayer is the most effective!

[Psionic Laser] [Demon Ship]

A deep red weapon blueprint and a spaceship manufacturing blueprint.

The so-called demon ship is not a ship of the demon race, but a warship designed by a certain mad scientist.

It has a standard length of 4230 meters and is equipped with multiple antimatter annihilation cannons and a mental shock vortex.

It delivered a double blow, both physical and psychological.

Despite its high cost, it was far superior in performance to the Imperial standard battleships.

"Before the planetary mothership is built, this can greatly enhance the capabilities of the hyperspace system."

not bad.

Sure enough, since they've entered their home turf, their luck has improved recently.

After leaving the room, An Ran began planning and preparing for a new "harvesting" activity.

How many good items can 50 players get from the game?

We need to find a way to turn all of these things into something beyond time and space!

When the fleet entered the Kuroshio region, Enron also received a transfer from Visa.

The total amount was 12 trillion pesos, plus some supplies.

Anran wasn't particularly looking forward to the supplies, as they would only arrive after Vesa's army defeated the Royal Guard.

Can we win?

Anyway, Anran wasn't very optimistic about it.

Even if they win, Visa will definitely be tied down and unable to move.

"Just transfer the money."

With An Ran in a good mood, the atmosphere on the Flying Star Ship also became cheerful.

Considering that Wilmer and others would be his future colleagues and that they would take some of his work, Ibn fully demonstrated his enthusiasm as a senior colleague to mentor his juniors.

"We're from beyond time and space, blah blah blah..."

He took the four idiots on a tour, explained the power structure within the transdimensional space to them, and then took them to meet his subordinates.

"This is a way to familiarize yourself with the work in advance. You don't need to rush, take your time and observe."

"Hmm."

Wilmer nodded repeatedly.

Unlike his three adjutants, Wilmer had some ambitions.

He once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword, but reality wouldn't allow it, so he had to lie low for now.

When is dinner served?

Only Jill frowned, one hand pressed against her chest, and she wailed inwardly.

Are you feeling unwell?

Ibn asked, puzzled.

Emmm...

After observing her up close for so long, Ibn found that Jill was actually quite good-looking, and he also heard that she was single.

Hehehehe...

No, we need to be reserved. We should at least get to know each other a little better first, right?

“I’m fine, you don’t need to worry.” Jill shook her head silently.

When is dinner served?

She couldn't possibly ask that question!

After all, she was just a newcomer.

Ang Lee, a former assassin, was incredibly excited and kept pestering Ibn to talk.

He kept calling me Master Ibn, which made Ibn feel quite arrogant.

It's only in a time-space continuum that I'm surrounded by a bunch of fans no matter which Assassin's Ladder branch I go to.

Showing off.

Why did Master Ibn choose to join the Time-Space Dimension?

At that moment, Wilmer, who was standing to the side, suddenly asked a question.

Could it be that she is like him?

Ibn's face froze. Having failed in his assassination attempt and been captured, he had no choice but to surrender.

Grass!

He'd be too ashamed to face anyone if he said that.

“Ahem…” Iben coughed lightly. “The thing is, although I am the ace assassin of the Assassin’s Ladder…”

Let me start by praising myself.

"But actually I became a hitman just to raise money for my travels."

what--

Wilmer's eyes lit up.

Ibn is also a travel enthusiast!

Unexpectedly, he found a like-minded person here, which gave Wilmer higher expectations for his future.

"I have been pursuing a legend, and for that legend, my footprints have covered the star field."

"If it's a legend, then forget it."

Ibn smiled nonchalantly: "There's nothing I can't say. You've all heard this legend before. It's the one about collecting five keys to open a mysterious gate in deep space and travel to the Silent Land."

“That legend is probably false,” Austin said.

Ibn replied, "It shouldn't be fake. I've already found one key, and the second key is in the hands of the royal family. I chose to join the Transdimensional Dimension to realize this dream because I realized it was almost impossible for me to collect all five keys on my own. It just so happened that the Overlord was also collecting keys, so we hit it off..."

"I see, no wonder you are Master Ibn." Li An nodded repeatedly in praise.

"Where."

Ibn chuckled.

But Wilmer was holding his chin with one hand, seemingly lost in thought.

“Is there something wrong?” Ibn asked.

Could it be that a loophole was discovered in what they said?

“About the key…” Wilmer looked up. “I’ve heard some rumors.”

"What? You know about the key!"

At this point, Ibn no longer cared about whether to hide it or not; collecting the keys was his greatest wish for the first half of his life.

"What happened?"

Anran was drawn over by Ibn's loud voice, and Ella tugged at her clothes, hiding behind her.

"It's like this..."

Before Eben could explain, Wilmer slapped his thigh excitedly and said, "I remember now! Yes, it's something I heard when I was doing business with the Star Alliance. There was a great collector, a very famous collector in the Star Alliance's Lower State, and one of his collections was a key related to some legend. I was wondering if this key might be the one you're looking for, Master Eben."

"You mean the key to the Silent Land?" Anran asked.

"No... Oh, Your Majesty, what brings you here!"

Wilmer was so frightened that he took several steps back.

Luckily, he didn't say anything rude, or it would have been embarrassing.

“That’s what we were discussing,” Ibn replied.

“Oh.” An Ran nodded slightly, glancing at Iben with a strange look in her eyes. “Master Iben.”

"..."

Ibn waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, what master? With my level, I don't deserve the title of master. Compared to His Majesty the Sovereign, I am far inferior."

"Really? Aren't you a master assassin? Did I say something wrong?"

"No no."

Seeing Ibn sweating profusely, Wilmer's heart pounded.

What a terrifying majesty!

Surprisingly, even the renowned Master Ibn became as docile as a chick when facing the dimensional overlord ANR.

Having joined such a powerful transdimensional space, presumably no one will make things difficult for him anymore.

"Tell me more about it."