Chapter 1168: NO．72：It

NO. 72: Slacking off at the workstation is still pretty boring.

"How's it going? Any progress?"

"This plan won't work—nothing can be read from it."

"What if we change our approach? Instead of parsing nothingness, why not simulate the creation of nothingness first?"

"Simulating that kind of nothingness would consume nearly half our computing power, and mastering it would only take more time—this is just taking a detour."

"Then perhaps we should consider analyzing the information compression technique on this card? That void leviathan isn't entirely exclusive to Mr. Linton's possession, is it?"

"Miss Schwaig's initial report also mentioned one such entity, and that report also referenced Mr. Linton."

"In fact, this card has a direct causal link to him—though Gliza cannot reach him, this line of reasoning is indeed correct. Given the current state of the Sacred Terra Federation, even a cosmic rift like Gliza could manifest more than one such entity. But if it truly appears, you'll likely need to negotiate directly with the Federation itself."

"... This is indeed a problem. Let us think again."

"Please, then allow me to sit aside for a moment—I'll call if anything comes up."

"No problem."

——

For Omer Linton, who once planned to become an agent of the Two-World Safety Bureau, many issues arising from contact with transmigrants were never truly problems.

After all, he had specifically prepared for this, subscribing to numerous online courses on transmigrant contact.

Yes, online courses.

Because Earth's history of transmigrant visits is not only ancient but ongoing, research into various alien civilizations has grown sufficient to form a specialized interdisciplinary field.

Just as demand creates supply.

Today, the Federation has dozens of formal roles directly interfacing with transmigrants, and even more indirect or semi-legal ones.

These professionals, like the Two-World Safety Bureau staff, must undergo various trainings and assessments—nothing more than distinctions between formal and informal, strict and lenient.

Naturally, these courses do not delve deeply into the composition of various alien worlds.

After all, most job requirements simply aim to prevent you from making foolish mistakes when contacting transmigrants.

Avoiding mistakes itself is a form of success, and further pursuit naturally depends on the specific role.

Clearly, the Two-World Safety Bureau executors are precisely the ones who need that higher standard.

Executors often face transmigrant disputes and may even receive orders to travel to other worlds to resolve hidden dangers.

Thus, they inevitably undergo more evaluations, more study, to seek deeper understanding.

But without formal employment, relying solely on self-study and previewing professional knowledge yields limited results—let alone the fact that 'other worlds' as a category are endlessly diverse, often presenting extreme contrasts between one world and the next.

Therefore, foundational courses forever teach only the most superficial classifications.

While highly generalizable, they lack depth; and those suitable as models for deep study are, to varying degrees, the alien worlds with which the current Terra Federation maintains the best relations.

Though absurd, this promotional tendency does indeed exist.

It occupies space but holds little substantive meaning—because even if these friendly alien worlds offer exploitable resources, they are reserved for senior executives.

Grassroots execution mostly involves tedious, dull, and possibly hazardous toilet-unclogging tasks.

For those working outside the Two Realms Safety Bureau, this is nothing more than meaningless, scattered knowledge—they have no chance to participate in the kind of legitimate, large-scale collaboration that defines such work.

Thus, people simply ignore this advanced knowledge and turn instead to courses offered by other 'alien world scholars' they are willing to believe.

As for Omer, who initially only previewed this material, he once firmly believed graduation was mandatory, yet remained uncertain about what kind of transmigrant-related work he would actually undertake.

So he also did not consider enrolling in advanced tutorials focused on a single type of alien world.

Today, facing the task of 【Assisting Transmigrants in Resisting Alien Civilization Enemies】, he ought to show the nervous hesitation of a newcomer—perhaps even panic and resistance.

But in reality, he couldn't help but yawn.

"You seem completely indifferent to everything here."

Seated beside him, Trecisis still had his arms crossed, leaning back against the chair as if meditating with eyes closed.

And that half-black, half-transparent crown still hovered above him, visually demonstrating its active operation through this most direct effect.

In this current collaborative project, he and Trecisis are the two most idle individuals.

A person who focuses solely on monster cards, constantly maintaining a spiritual connection with them, in order to avoid accidentally triggering the release of Griliza during research on the other side.

One only needs to ensure DWDB-221E—or rather, the black crown's activation permit—is granted; actual operational authority has been given to Rosh to improve efficiency.

Even if Reiyue looks nothing like a researcher apprentice, in this large-scale research facility, he is more useful than the two of them.

Capable of frequently answering questions from doctors and other researchers while simultaneously connecting to sibling channels in this world, communicating with them, and discussing virtual-reality topics with several researchers suspected to be from Yan Guo's technical staff.

He even seemed to mention that brother named "Ji."

Because the distance is considerable, Omer hears only faintly, and such topics are profoundly obscure—leaving him quite drowsy.

"Because there's no need to care."

When drowsy and someone speaks to you, it might feel like torture—but Omer, who isn't intentionally sleeping, actually welcomes the topic, especially when the other party initiates it.

"The current state—where you gain rewards simply by investing time—truly requires no concern."

"You sound very confident about all this."

"If the civilizational enemy in your homeland is some more conceptual, more abstract entity, then I truly must take this project seriously—even feel tense and anxious…" He paused here, gazing into the distance at the passing researchers.

At first contact, Rhodes Island here had only a few representatives, as if forming a small research group.

But after Omer handed over Gliza's monster card and fixed his gaze on their research beginning, the team suddenly swelled in size.

Science Division, Origin Stone Arts Division—composed of members from multiple species, even possibly multiple distinct cultural spheres (nations).

At a glance, there are about fifty or more.

The only unchanged elements are the Heavy Mountain and Zaro one-person/one-beast team—the Beast Team and Beast Master Team.

And Trecisis, such a unique one-person equipment team.

"A concrete enemy makes you feel relaxed, rather than tense," Trecisis said, opening his eyes to gaze at the black crown floating before him, "You're very confident in your own abilities."

"I thought you all gathered here precisely because of this trust."

"That's them, it's my king who always has some far-fetched ideas who has high hopes for you."

"That sounds like you're clearing yourself, so Aomo simply retorted: 'Then what about you?'"

"Me? I thought you'd care more about Teresia's opinion."

"I've already passed the stage where I'd be flattered by the attention of superiors."

"Not bad, to gain such awareness at this age," Teresias turned his head to glance at him, his gaze not as cold as before, "frankly speaking, I'm surprised."

"Because until today, I was still busy preparing for discussions on certain situations."

"This world is a treasure land for our kind, but compared to migrating here, we'd rather spend more time bringing back what can only be obtained here."

"So you haven't had the time to pay attention to Rhodes Island's situation before?" Aomo understood, then pointed out the most peripheral part.

Teresias also nodded without caring about the point.

"I and Teresia had already divided our work early on; she handles liaison with Rhodes Island's various affairs, but you should also have noticed, she has some meaningless entanglements with Rhodes Island's leaders."

"But you don't plan to reassign work?"

"Besides personal insistence, efficiency itself is the most effective reason, so all your information has only been placed on my desk since last night."

"Then should I ask whether you're disappointed or satisfied?"

"No need to insist, I think you're not the type to care about external evaluations."

"Indeed, I also believe Chairman Sir is the same."

"I care more about the outcome of this project."

"I think you've already witnessed many astonishing powers in this world."

"Indeed, but whether that power can be held in hand, whether it can be held without losing control, is a problem everyone must face."

"In that case, do you want to try?" Aomo asked.

"What?"

Under Teresias's surprised gaze, his pupils turned dark red, with black slits forming the pupil, compared to Sarkaz, such eyes appear more frequently in Fidians (snake) people.

"The power of monster cards, I rarely let people try, for it is a reflection of the inner self, making the good better and the evil worse, leading to extremes, the end will always be the same: self-destruction."

"Sounds similar to the power of a certain angel from Lothar's side."

"Indeed so."

Knowing he was referring to Mr. Federico's cousin, Aomo had also heard of her ability and reputation, but that didn't matter.

"But it actually is gentler than hers, and also more dangerous."

"Because of its gentleness, so hard to face oneself?" The man stated the core in one breath.

"Exactly so, but in my view, you perhaps have no problem."