Huh? Are they all real?...

This must be the ramblings of the damn production team, driven mad by my anger.

And how could such a large company just run away?

As he spoke, Moen began using his portable terminal to search for the company whose name was that of a game company.

Naturally, Moen found nothing.

I could find everything at the very beginning!

Moen's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Oh right, I still remember their company address. I'll just go and see for myself!

Moen Cromwell found the truth!

Moen didn't take a taxi. Although the development team had been very generous with the review fee, since they had proactively deleted the game package using a background program, it seemed he could no longer rely on the development team for a living.

Therefore, we should save money wherever possible.

It's absolutely not that Moen is afraid to face the truth so quickly! Absolutely not!

Moen chose the No. 11 bus, which is economical, convenient, and environmentally friendly.

You can take the intercity rail to visit their company's city by walking just a few kilometers.

As for why their information can no longer be found, it must be because their bizarre name has finally been banned.

In short, this can't be true, definitely!

Otherwise, why would such an outrageous being target me, a poor wretch who has nothing but being a transmigrator?

Could it be that my identity as a time traveler has been exposed?

But I've lived in the People's Federation since I was a child. There's nothing wrong with my resume!

And if I had been exposed a long time ago, why are they only coming to find me now that I've already graduated from university?

Moen Cromwell was born with memories of his past life and grew up in the People's Union relief home. There was absolutely no problem with him in any aspect.

Because he really is Morn Cromwell.

But if they are really true, then it wouldn't be surprising if I were discovered?

No, no, no, what am I thinking? I must be overthinking it, yes, overthinking it.

It's definitely not because I'm afraid that the romantic entanglements I've stirred up will finally come knocking on my door and tear me apart!

After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Moen finally set off.

However, as soon as he stepped out, he bumped into a tall, blonde beauty.

"Moen?!"

The blonde beauty seemed quite happy to see Moen.

"Ah. Aier!"

"Aier" is the nickname and abbreviation of Aiermeilan.

Her full name is Elmerin Cromwell.

The reason why the orphan Mohn was named Cromwell was because his father, Elmeran, gave him his surname.

Moen grew up in the People's Union shelter. Elmeran lived next door. Now that Moen has graduated from university, they still live together.

After all, they were best friends who grew up together, and now that they're adults, they naturally need to take care of each other.

Well, although Elmeran is a stunningly beautiful mature woman with an amazing figure.

But Moen does find it difficult to see it as a female identity.

Because she doesn't like men

When Moen first learned about this, his feelings were complicated.

It's a pity that such a beauty is being wasted, but I'm also glad that I don't have to worry about how to face Aier.

Just be good buddies and have fun together!

As they were talking, Elmeran had already warmly put her arm around Moen's shoulder and said:

"You've finally decided to go out! How about I take you to get something nice to eat?"

"I'm very wealthy now!"

As she spoke, Aiermeilan raised her latest wrist-mounted terminal.

Moen remembers that this thing costs 50,000 credits to buy, so it's clear that Er is really rich!

Moen, who used to inexplicably lose her job and was often unemployed, would have been very happy to agree.

But right now, Moen is in a hurry to go to the company to check on the situation.

Therefore, Moen could only regretfully decline.

"I'm sorry, Air, I have an urgent matter to attend to."

"Oh, that's alright then, you can do it next time!"

Moen nodded and prepared to leave.

But behind Moen, Elmeran called out to him:

"Monn!"

"What's wrong? If it's not urgent, I'll be leaving now."

Moen immediately turned around. Only then did he realize that the usually carefree Elmeran seemed to have something to say.

But after hearing his words, Elmeran scratched her head and laughed:

"No, it's alright, you can go ahead with your work, I'm not in a hurry. Just, just remember to come to my place later, I can hand over the terminal I replaced to you."

Although Moen was puzzled, it was clear that the company was more anxious.

So all Moen could say was:

"If anything really happens, remember to tell me!"

"Yeah, don't worry, we're like family! Goodbye!"

After waving goodbye, Moen left.

Almelan was left alone, staring blankly at Moen's retreating figure.

After a long while, Elmeran rubbed her temples and said with a troubled expression:

Why did I tell him I didn't like men?

Accompanying the sorrowful voice of Elmeran was the alarm clock of the wrist terminal.

Looking at the timed reminder on the wrist device, Aiermeilan suppressed all her emotions.

If she doesn't take what follows very seriously, she might never be able to clarify everything for Moen or even fulfill her ultimate dream—to marry Moen.

As the door closed, Almelan, who had been lying on the bed, finally awaited that moment—world travel!

The moment she opened her eyes again, Elmeran hurriedly checked everything around her.

As always, there is no time difference in the exchange here.

In other words, it remains exactly as it was when she left.

As the third batch of transmigrators, currently the largest in scale and number, Elmeran knows that she must remain vigilant at all times in this world; otherwise, it would be lucky if all her efforts here were in vain.

In a more serious scenario, her soul could be killed, leaving her body in a vegetative state in her native land.

After all, this is a terrifying world with gods and supernatural beings!

It's not surprising that the people here can accomplish anything.

Moreover, her birth point was also quite unfortunate. It was one of the worst birth points recognized by transmigrators—the capital of Baratheon, which was under the oppressive rule of the Glorious Empress!

People outside the third batch in Chapter 3

Elmeran carefully walked to the window, pulled back the blinds, and looked down at the street below.

This time was different from before; she didn't see the sound-following hunters wearing raven masks and black trench coats.

Ever since Queen Baratheon reclaimed all power from the usurper Duke of Westeros.

Because the Seventh Duke, a pillar of the empire, led the rebellion, and because she had no more relatives, the empress could no longer trust anyone and began to rule with high pressure.

The Sound Hunters are part of the Queen's oppressive rule; they are her claws and eyes.

Almost everywhere in the empire!

They relentlessly hunted down any 'voices' that were unfavorable to the Empress.

Meanwhile, in the capital city where the Empress resides, these sound-tracking hunters patrol every corner of the capital around the clock.

I remember that among the second batch of transmigrators, there were those who ignored the advice and tried to enter the imperial capital's sewers at night to avoid the sound-tracking hunters.

I even heard that this senior not only went to the sewers, but also voluntarily jumped into the sewage for a deep dive.

They thought that even if the sound-following hunters were ridiculous, they wouldn't stare at the sewage in the sewer.

As a result, not long after he dived deep, he saw three or four hunters who followed his voice jumping into the dung to chase him!

Fortunately, the matter of the time traveler was still kept very secret at the time, and the Overwatch Council suspected that this senior was not mentally sound. After all, who would jump into the sewage in a residential area and dive deep?

So this senior was only detained for three months for violating curfew.

If it were now...

Elmeran recalled many unpleasant rumors. The people of this world did not welcome transmigrators.

They were vehemently called corpse thieves, blasphemers, and traitors.

Because they traveled through time by attaching their souls to corpses.

The first group of transmigrators, though few in number, were the most outstanding and remained well hidden, their whereabouts never being discovered.

It is said that the SUPP government only has a small amount of information about their existence.

However, the second batch, which increased in number, completely exposed the transmigrators to the world.

Now, as part of the third batch, her situation is extremely unfavorable.

Once captured by the Sound Hunters, even if he wasn't killed on the spot for suspicious behavior, the Oversight Council would certainly not treat him as leniently as they had treated that senior before.

"I'm going to use this opportunity to accumulate a large sum of credits, then marry Moen and live a good life!"

This is Ireland's biggest ambition!

People live in peace and stability under the rule of the UNHCR, and basic social welfare is guaranteed even if they do nothing.

But who doesn't want a better life?

Not to mention that after getting married, given Moen's unlucky streak of always inexplicably losing her job, how can she take care of Moen and the three children she wants if she can't earn money properly?

And what if Moen wants more children?

For Ermelan, the journey was both a risk and an opportunity.

After receiving a transfer of 200,000 credits from Ermelan with just a few casual words, Ermelan was not going to give up easily.

Are you kidding me? Two hundred thousand credits! In the Human Union, under normal circumstances, she would have to work for a year and a half without eating or drinking.

Of course, there is another, more important reason: Aiermelan felt a sense of crisis.

Two completely contradictory worlds are already coming into contact!

If Elmeran wants to protect herself and Moen, she must become stronger, and find a way to become stronger!

After confirming the time again.

Almelan lay fully clothed on the bed, quietly waiting for dawn to arrive.

She can begin her operation once the curfew ends.

Although Queen Baratheon's rule was oppressive, for most ordinary people, it was actually a very good thing.

Because Baratheon's oppressive policies are largely manifested in his treatment of the extraordinary.

And there is also plenty of high pressure!