Xingtetsu: Why is the captain on the train?

Unfortunately, I can't understand it.

"It's not my main research direction." Black Tower shook his head. "It's very strange. It's rooted in a strange space and immersed in the imaginary energy you control. This is not a manifestation of your power."

"No?" The captain turned his head in confusion and looked at the [Jianmu·Fake] behind him, but he saw the tree with branches reaching up to the sky swaying in his sight, as if waving, which made the captain raise his eyebrows slightly.

"This is a life, a real life, not what you call [Jianmu]."

"【Jianmu】? Not life?" The captain frowned and slowly opened his mouth, "Jianmu is in Duguang, where all the emperors go up and down. There is no shadow in the sun, and no sound when you shout. It is the center of heaven and earth. The wood bridges the sky and the earth, and immortals and mortals travel up and down. It teaches the business of governing the world and protects the people of Xi and Huang."

"Is this a record from the Xianzhou classics? Although I understand it, it's all old-fashioned." Heita frowned, but then sighed, "Besides, don't you know it very clearly? [Jianmu] is a bridge, not life."

The captain was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead, then suddenly realized what was happening and cursed in self-mockery, "Fuck."

The captain immediately understood what the black tower meant.

The people of abundance plundered the blessing of [the Medicine Master], but it did not say that this Jianmu must be alive and could be moved and planted somewhere else.

Yes.

Killing people and plundering land are the norm for the people of abundance, and are the fundamental reason why they are notorious in the universe. Therefore, intercepting the blessing of abundance that comes down from the Jianmu channel, and expanding the land and plundering resources at the same time, isn't this the result that the people of abundance want most?

"So I am..." The captain turned his head again, glanced at Jianmu Wei behind him, and blinked, "Am I wrong?"

"Yeah, I was wrong." Heita nodded seriously.

"Then, what exactly is it?" The captain was also at a loss. Although this Jianmu·Wei was a seed he created himself and planted in the folded space himself, how much did the captain know about this thing...

I'm afraid it's not Heitado who has just looked through the preliminary test data.

"First of all, it is a conscious life form. Of course, it is hard to determine its specific life form, and its consciousness is not as good as ours. It is just that its electrical signals are more active than those of ordinary plants." Heita flipped through the research report. "Its vitality is very tenacious, and it will respond to some stimuli outside your space."

"When the core of the star fluctuates, it will release a shock wave of imaginary energy to try to offset the fluctuation of the core of the star."

"Almost. If you are willing, you can also try chopping with a knife, chopping with an axe, burning with fire and lightning." Heita glanced at the captain, "Besides, the magic is not in this tree, but in your space."

"Folding space?" The captain raised his eyebrows.

"Have you forgotten what I said before?" Heita casually pulled out a report and sent it to the captain. "The space in your space is filled with the imaginary energy controlled by your destiny. This tree grew by absorbing the energy under your destiny. It can project phantoms and affect reality. It is also the reason for your space."

"The imaginary energy that I control?" The captain was at a loss. The portable space was just a piece of technology. After he upgraded it, it could be opened and closed. Everything that should be inside was there, no more or less. The captain himself didn't know about this imaginary energy that the black tower was talking about.

"You look so stupid..." Heita covered his face helplessly, "Since you are so confused, let me ask you a few questions."

"You said?" The captain raised his eyebrows.

"For us, the technology of folding space is just a convenience for us to travel. However, a three-dimensional space, no matter how much it is compressed and folded, has its limits and loads. Generally speaking, a folded space must have a carrier. Now tell me, where is the carrier of this space?"

The captain was stunned for a moment and fell into brief contemplation.

Yes, where is the carrier of folded space?

The captain himself really didn't know. After all, this ability came from the ferryman. He and the ferryman were allotropes. This ability, including the hand-rubbing Heavenly Fire Victory, was also copied directly from the ferryman. According to the captain's own guess, the main body of the folded space should be on the Hyperion.

But now?

There is a question mark as to where the Hyperion is, so where did that space go?

"The answer is you. That space is in your body." The puppet's slightly cold hand gently touched the captain's chest. "After you [upgraded], you lost the ability to use imaginary energy to create the [Simulated Heavenly Fire Holy Judgment]. Then, why is the folded space always the same?"

The captain nodded thoughtfully, "So, my trip to Yalilo this time actually engraved the second trace?"

"Yes, according to what you said before, you have accomplished a feat that is enough to earn you a promotion, so you were promoted. Moreover, after you were promoted, you immediately attracted the attention of the pharmacist." Heita stared at the captain, "So, where was your first action? That was a feat that was enough to earn you a promotion. The promotion itself is not a reward, but a byproduct of the reward."

"..."

"You know, even a towering tree cannot be separated from its main trunk. The ability you gain from your first action is the source of the combat power you want."

The captain was silent for a moment, then suddenly clenched his right hand, held the Bloody Hand Saint, and turned his gaze to the Black Tower, "Do you mind if I shoot in your office?"

"What do you want to do?" Heita didn't mind. She didn't believe that the water gun in the captain's hand could damage anything in her office, not even a screen.

"Let me show you the...spatial ability I developed." The captain curled his lips and fired.

In an instant, the captain disappeared from Black Tower's sight, while the flying bullet appeared in front of Black Tower.

"Space movement." The captain turned his gaze towards the black tower and smiled slightly, "I can locate my imaginary energy, and then..."

"Rubbish, inferior, worthless." Heita crossed his arms and stared at the smug captain expressionlessly. "......"

"You can pack up a planet and take it away just by stamping your feet. Is that all you are showing me now?" Heita sighed and waved his hand in the air. "Just now, you were like a monkey showing off his ability to peel a banana."

The book list that filled his field of vision was slapped in the captain's face.

The captain sighed helplessly.

"Why, do you want to be a monkey forever?"

"......In no mood."

"Very good, learn it."

Chapter 66: The Black Tower's Tasks

"Have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"Recently, there's a mysterious thing in the space station. It keeps appearing and disappearing suddenly. The people in the Department of World Species are so annoyed that they're pulling their hair out."

"I haven't had time to pay attention to these gossips recently." The female clerk with long light pink hair who was being talked to sighed a little disappointedly, "When I read other people's papers before, there were only three or two names signed, and it was just a matter of thinking about it once. Now that I really have to start replicating it, I realize that this is really not a job for humans."

The green-haired girl who had spoken to the pink-haired girl earlier, her expression changed when she heard her colleague's sigh. Her face lost its enthusiasm and her tone became lighter. "Do you have a project?"

"Yeah." The pink-haired girl nodded, a bright smile on her face, unaware of the change in her companion's expression. "The stationmaster received a visitor from a civilization some time ago. Their ecological environment has undergone drastic changes, and there are also problems with the rift in the star core. That planet is a rare subject."

"Is this true?" The man with the green bob hair looked stunned for a moment, and asked meaningfully, "How did you get involved in this matter?"

The pink-haired girl shook her head. "I don't know either. The webmaster specifically mentioned my name and just told me to give it a try."

"Oh..." The green-haired girl looked deeply at the distress on the pink-haired colleague's face. She was silent for a long time before suddenly speaking, "You have a good relationship with the stationmaster?"

"Ah?" The pink-haired girl finally understood something after being asked too bluntly this time. Her smile froze a little, but she quickly shook her head. "No, there are so many people on this project, and we don't know each other that well. I don't know how the webmaster chooses people."

"Research on ecological restoration..." The green-haired girl was worried and couldn't help but speak with a bit of sarcasm, "Maybe I'll be assigned to the Geography Department when I come back."

The smile on the pink-haired girl's face faded. "It's not a big deal, actually. If I can reproduce Ms. Heita's paper once, and even succeed in practicing it, I will be satisfied. I won't care much about whether it is a general science or not."

"There is civilization over there, too. Maybe I could stay there. The space station is not what I thought." The pink-haired girl gathered the scattered documents at hand and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The green-haired girl remained silent and didn't say anything. She just watched the pink-haired girl with a slightly frown leave, then looked away.

Yes, the space station is different from what you think, and different from what I thought before.

Neither of the two clerks noticed.

In the corner of the wall not far behind the two of them, a black-haired young man shook his head slightly and disappeared into the corner of the room in an instant.

"It seems that you have become quite proficient." Black Tower's faint voice sounded in the captain's ears.

"Once you get used to it, it will be easy." The captain nodded.

Heita nodded slightly, noticing the captain's strange expression, as if he was about to speak but hesitated, "What? Is there a problem?"

"There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere in your space station." The captain looked at the black tower with a hint of meaning.

"The atmosphere?" Heita glanced at the captain. "I think it's pretty good. There hasn't been much change recently."

"Hiss..." The captain took a light breath. To be honest, he had been learning about space parameters and exercising his space abilities recently. He had been to almost the entire space station and could often hear the conversations he had just heard. Moreover, what happened today was still child's play.

Ester is called the station chief in the space station, but in reality, many staff members seem to disobey her. Conspiracy theories about Ester are flying everywhere, and there is discord among the staff members. There are many people who abuse their power for personal gain, fight against each other, and act weirdly.

That’s it, and Heita thinks it’s good?

"Do you have any misunderstanding?" Heita stared at the captain. "This is the space station [Heita], not the [Heita] Research Institute. Do you think these staff members can help me with my research?"

"No, the clerks are completely useless to me. They just live in my private property. They gather here and admire my name."

"......" The captain sighed helplessly.

"Their existence to me is like my existence to [Boshizun], their existence itself is meaningless." Heita retracted his gaze, "If you have nothing to do, then continue to study how to peel a banana."

The captain was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are you willing?"

"What?" Heita, with his back to the captain, paused.

"There is an [intelligence] that claims to know everything weighing on your head." The captain asked softly.

"[Bo Shi Zun] knows everything, but he seldom does anything. I don't care about [Bo Shi Zun]. I only create my own value that belongs to [Black Tower] itself." The puppet girl still didn't look up.

"But, the staff in this space station don't seem to be planning to create any value. You are just supporting a bunch of ants who look up to you..." The captain stared at Heita's back, "And they, if they leave here, can create value that others need to look up to in many places."

"You are teaching me..." The puppet girl turned her head suddenly, but behind her, the captain had already disappeared into the empty office in the silent space transmission.

The ticking sound of the machinery continued. In the empty hall, Black Tower was silent for a long time before he finally raised the corners of his mouth helplessly.

Doesn’t Black Tower know what the captain said?

She knew that she understood the psychological state of the staff in the space station better than anyone else.

After all, she had once struggled out of that state.

However, this kind of thing cannot be done with help from others.

Genius, what a nice name.

But when it comes to things in the world that require talent, then diligence and hard work can only make up for one's shortcomings.

Those who need to make up for their shortcomings are not worthy of the word "genius".

Comparing people with each other is so cruel.

And what is the status of humans compared to the star gods?

It is even more exaggerated than the gap between people, and as far away as the two ends of the galaxy.

The space station [Black Tower] is a topic.

However, this topic is not Heita's own, it is a topic she created, and it is not Heita who has to make breakthroughs in this topic, take over the research, and give answers.

It was Esta.

The stationmaster of the space station [Black Tower].

The nominal student of Black Tower.

Only by breaking through this shackles can Esta have the chance to unleash the spark of her own thinking.

And now Estelle...

It is far from qualified and does not meet the standards.

Chapter 67: Refined Contract

"The help that the Interstellar Peace Company gives to its members is not like a mother feeding her child. The company will sell you a pair of expensive golden crutches, and you will have to use them to walk around in the future."

"You should also know the properties of gold. It is soft and easy to wear."

Esta looked at the civilized exchange visitors from Yalilo VI and explained to them softly why she was willing to lend them money to offset the company's debt. "And if something goes wrong with such a precious golden crutch, you will have to continue to buy after-sales service and value-added services."

“This is just the restoration of the ecology.”

"In fact, including the funding to resist the Legion, I am not sure whether you have a practical understanding of whether your ancestors have signed a series of documents. If so..."

Esta breathed softly and looked at the worried Shiluwa, "They will definitely come to collect the debt, there is no doubt about that."

"I personally don't like the way the company expands, so I'm willing to borrow money from you." Ester looked at a [City Builder] from Yalilo VI, "The loan period is forty years, forty years in standard time, and there is no upper limit on the specific amount. If the [Strategic Investment Department] members of the [Interstellar Peace Company] come to you, all you need to do is tell the people from the [Company] that the money will be paid by Ester, the stationmaster of the space station [Black Tower], and show them the contract."

"Then I will contact you when the money is paid. You can pay it back in any way within forty years." Estelle smiled slightly and handed a thin piece of paper directly to Shiluwa.

"That's it, is that all?" He looked down at the short and sharp words on the paper. To be honest, Xiluwa had never seen anyone talk about business this way. Although borrowing money was not considered a business, it still involved money...

Just a few words and it's done?

No detailed rules? No complicated contract? Just a promissory note?

"So, this is how rich women deal with things." The Star Core Spirit, who acted as a matchmaker and notary, crossed his arms, looking as if he understood everything.

"Not entirely." Esta smiled and shook her head. "Xing helped me a lot in the space station before. After the Legion invaded, she also saved many people. The space station owes Star Train a big favor."

Xiluwa held it in for a long time before turning to Xing and thanking him solemnly, "Beloberg will always remember this kindness."

"Also, don't underestimate these short and powerful clauses..." Esta smiled, "This contract is protected by the Amber King, which guarantees fairness and enforceability. If you cannot repay the loan within 40 years, or if you ask me to change the terms and extend the deadline after partially repaying the loan, the Interstellar Peace Company has countless ways to collect the payment."

"I understand." Shiluwa didn't care about Ester's reminder at this moment. Rather, Ester's frankness made Shiluwa feel relieved.