People are working on collapsing iron, and one concept-level capability is developed every month.

"By the way, Kafka, what did you want to see me about? Also, would you like some potato chips?"

Silver Wolf held up a classic original flavor potato chip and offered it to Kafka.

"Thank you."

Kafka brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, bent down to eat a potato chip, and savored it.

"It tastes good. We can buy some more when the mission is over."

"Task?"

Silver Wolf astutely grasped the key phrase, "Are we going on a mission?"

"Hmm," Kafka responded softly, "The previous plan should be brought forward."

"Ahead of schedule?" Silver Wolf said with slight surprise, "That's really rare. Did Elio ask for it to be done earlier?"

“Yes.” Kafka looked at the virtual screen in front of Silver Wolf. “Elio said that Mr. Lin will be very busy for a while and won’t have time to travel around. We need to take advantage of his quiet time to complete the plan ahead of schedule.”

"Wow~" Silver Wolf raised a slender eyebrow. "Even the renowned 'Star Core Hunter' has had to avoid this guy's attacks time and time again. He's truly an extraordinary individual. I'm becoming increasingly curious about his background."

Kafka gazed at the "Awakening Ship" on the virtual screen and replied softly, "There will be an opportunity."

"Oh?" Silver Wolf suddenly became interested. "What should we do then? We can't just resort to force, can we? Not to mention his powerful subordinates, he himself is quite troublesome."

"We'll see when the time comes. He's a variable outside the script. As his influence in the world grows, Elio will inevitably have to deal with him if he wants to achieve the final script."

"Too."

Silver Wolf put down his potato chips, stretched, and then changed the subject, asking, "When do we set off?"

"Now."

Silver Wolf paused, "So soon?"

“The Pierpoint project is not Mr. Lin’s final destination. After this matter is over, he may be going to do something else important. We need to act quickly and not let him influence us.”

"Huh? Did Eriol say that? Isn't Eriol supposed to be unable to 'see' his future?"

“I asked the same question as you, and this is how Elio answered me.”

Kafka mimicked Eriol's tone, speaking softly, "If fate is a web of interwoven layers, then he is an undefinable 'singularity.' Although I cannot foresee his future, I can deduce when he will expand and when he will contract through his influence on the 'web.'"

"Oh, I see. That's really troublesome..."

After making a sarcastic remark, Silver Wolf put down the potato chips, clapped his hands, and said...

"Alright, I'm all packed. Let's go."

"Ah."

Kafka said no more and left the base with Silver Wolf.

According to the previous plan, only the two of them needed to go on this mission.

............

The starry sea is dark and desolate, stretching endlessly.

A small starship silently sailed through the desolate starfield.

This place has no "exploratory" galactic orbits, no prosperous civilization, and not even a single usable resource planet.

In this place, time has long lost its meaning.

Oswaldo Schneider stood in the control room, silently gazing ahead like a sculpture.

He knew he had been abandoned the moment "Scarface" decided to step in personally.

He did not regret his actions, nor did he believe that what he did was wrong.

He was once an "unknown guest" and the head of the "company's" market development department. After being betrayed like that, how can he stand on his own two feet if he doesn't respond?

He only regretted that he wasn't decisive enough!

If he had known beforehand that the flesh and blood of the "Insect King" of the Viheren family could unexpectedly attract the "King Insect," he should have staked all his power on it!

Let's not even talk about besieging the enemy's stronghold and attacking reinforcements! At the very least, we should drag a few core members of "Qunxing Interactive Entertainment" down with us.

Instead of what he is doing now, getting himself involved simply because of some insignificant ordinary employees.

I... am not reconciled!

If there is another chance...

　Similar to Ling Qi II's 8 things = "?!"

Just then, Osvaldo seemed to realize something and suddenly looked ahead.

The dark sea of ​​stars remained as silent as ever, but somehow, a towering, impenetrable black cliff blocked his flight path.

His face darkened, and he looked around along the black cliff. He saw that the entire star field was completely enclosed by the cliff. Not to mention starships, even a fly probably couldn't get out.

"Taravan Keane!"

Oswaldo gritted his teeth and squeezed out that familiar name.

Knowing he was in dire straits, Oswald composed himself, stepped out of the starship with a blank expression, and stood amidst the sea of ​​stars, aided by the power of "Exploration".

"Taravan Keane! I know it's you! Come out and see me!"

He channeled the imaginary energy within his body, making his voice resound throughout the starry sea.

"Ah~~"

After a sigh.

The heavily pregnant Taravan appeared out of nowhere above Osvaldo.

"tell me why!"

Oswaldo said with a gloomy expression.

He couldn't understand why a "company" that had spanned so many Amber Ages across the world would so easily bow down and admit its mistake to a mere kid!

"If you've done something wrong, you have to pay the price. Someone working for the 'company' shouldn't lack even that basic awareness, right?"

Talavan pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth.

He knew what Oswaldo wanted to know, but he couldn't tell him.

Firstly, because he genuinely doesn't know yet.

The second is......

Talavan glanced at the surrounding starry sea with great subtlety.

There might be a ghost lurking around here!

You can't just say anything carelessly!

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Someone's on shift now, so I'm free for a while.

There were still some today, around 5 or 6 AM.

Book 1: Chapter 128, The Death of Oswald

"It seems you're not planning to let me die knowing the truth."

Oswaldo's expression grew increasingly gloomy.

Talavan looked down at Oswaldo with an indifferent expression. "Further words are useless. Considering how honestly you've worked for the 'Company' all these years, I'll give you a chance to make your move. Let me see what kind of person you, this former 'Nameless Guest,' really are. Don't worry, I'll try my best to leave you with a whole corpse."

Oswaldo's expression gradually calmed down. He tore off the black bead from his chest and threw it forward.

In the blink of an eye, countless quantum floating cannons appeared in the sea of ​​stars, completely surrounding Taravan.

However, before these quantum floating cannons could be activated, a bright light flashed and annihilated them all into ashes.

"Don't embarrass yourself with such petty tricks. Show us your real skills."

Taravan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze growing increasingly indifferent.

Oswaldo's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and grasped, and a golden chain made of imaginary energy appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He gripped the chain and swung it forward with force.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes infinite; in just a moment, a cage woven from golden chains trapped Taravan within it.

"Destroy!"

Osvaldo's expression turned cold, and he gripped one end of the chain and pulled it back.

At the same time, the power of destiny from "exploration" surged from layer upon layer of chains, crushing the space within the cage inch by inch like a cosmic tsunami.

"Not a bad trick."

Before the golden cage was even broken, Taravam's praise was already heard.

The next moment, a flash of amber light appeared, and the layers of energy chains instantly collapsed, revealing the scene of destruction within the cage.

The crushed space transformed into formless and intangible spatial fragments, moving erratically in the pitch-black void.

Not to mention ordinary people, even starships would face extreme danger entering this area; the slightest mistake could result in the destruction of the ship and the loss of life.

However, in the very center of this area, Taravan strolled leisurely forward, and wherever he passed, the space returned to normal.

"anything else?"

Taravan asked with great interest.

Oswaldo's expression grew increasingly cold. He took a step forward and reappeared atop Taravan's head.

"die!"

Before anyone knew it, a jet-black spiral sword appeared in Oswaldo's hand.

"what?"

Talavan let out a soft "hmm," and with great interest, pressed his chubby index finger against the jet-black spiral sword.

"A physical weapon made of dark matter? Interesting. Where did you get it?"

Oswaldo didn't answer. He released the spiral sword and grinned as he slapped his own chest.

"Come and be buried with me, Taravam!"

Oswaldo moved with lightning speed; in less than a millisecond, his palm touched his heart.

However......

None of what he had anticipated happened.

"Weird?"

Taravan gazed calmly at Oswaldo.

"when......"

Oswaldo looked horrified.

Only then did he belatedly realize that his internal organs had been transformed into some kind of blood-red gemstone.

The secret killing move hidden in the heart was also sealed inside, making it impossible to activate again.

"you......"

Oswaldo wanted to say something more.

But his flesh, bones, and all his organs were turning into some kind of solid building material at a visible speed.

In just a moment, Oswaldo was transformed into a lifelike sculpture. His appearance was no different from when he was alive, but his eyes had fallen into eternal silence, without leaving even a trace of light.

"I almost forgot..."

Taravan reached out and tapped Oswaldo's forehead, stopping his brain tissue from continuing to mutate.

The brain tissue had to be left for those guys to inspect, lest they accuse their "company" of fraud and then use that as an excuse to cause trouble.

“What a pity…”