Chapter 135

It works, it works, boss—are you really going to drive the car up?

Sure, your company's car hasn't been modified for flight, but it does have a levitation device, doesn't it?

You still understand this?

This is a driver's license test point; it's not hard to distinguish.

Please explain your intention, customer.

Welcome, Miss Angel. Though she has angelic traits, she likely can't fly that high, can she?

You can't even fly; you do have some basic knowledge of us, Mr. Lindon, so you might as well explain more clearly.

If you understand, then… Miss Mostima, what do you think the 'Lun' in the North District refers to?

Entel, Charles Entel, this logical inertia does exist under the circumstances, but Mr. Lindon, you need to realize it's not sufficient.

Of course, but I keep thinking about this data in my hand, thinking of that Mr. Entel. He bears the magic name 'Bridge', which is his direction and also the title he earned.

He wants to link two points, to head somewhere, so I begin to imagine his current situation, studying this building's structural diagram.

Buildings—this alien realm is always full of them.

They all seem to strive to pierce the clouds.

Technology is clearly this advanced, the universe clearly within reach, yet countless humans still revere the sky.

From that awe springs the yearning to tread upon it.

Great! Excellent!

Charles believes people should live like this—not merely called 'human', even a magic staff should strive for its limits to reach true perfection.

Thus he gave his 'partner' all the help he could.

How are you feeling now, Bridge?

He walked on while asking, behind him lay scattered metal and flesh.

Some artificial fairies naturally collapse and vanish, leaving hardly any trace.

Still, this doesn't stop him from climbing higher into the trade building.

Even a d2-rank mage, even with equipment, can wield the power to move mountains and overturn seas.

Those mere monitoring consumables blocking his way can't trip him up.

But he is also aware.

He is slowly sinking into the mire.

Literally, a mud-like altered space is swallowing him.

This is the device those officers have activated.

Just as Heaven's Gate City has a mayor's seldom-used Fantasma Territory, cities under the Holy Terra Federation often have such altered spaces—technology to reduce damage, preventing hometowns from being easily demolished, sliced, burned to glass, or outright blown up.

Earth is the cradle of civilization prized by the Federation and even the Heart of Terra; it wouldn't let you simply fire a full-power magic cannon and carve out a million-square-kilometer district-level hole.

However, these alien spaces are essentially skyscrapers stacked on the surface, with spaces within spaces stacked further, thus testing technology and quality.

Law enforcers build these spaces with instruments; technology guarantees stability, leaving only quality as a concern.

Sure, the parties involved will confidently say there's no issue; each response uses a bureau-level AI to assess the enemy's level, then superiors approve, activating the appropriate domain generator.

This process has been repeated countless times; its high success rate lets them boast when making promises—but what if the AI is swayed and misjudges?

From that electronic realm, a white-robed figure could not restrain the tall silhouette of black wings; it lifted its scarlet-metal-covered limbs, and from those metallic claws a great book appeared, turning on its own, disturbing the calculations in the eerie light.

…… The Infinite Dragon Beast of the Steel Empire sensed something, awoke from standby with red-glowing eyes, but still failed to notice the problem.

Thus the order was given and carried out; the alienating sensation now envelops the whole building.

And the fugitive, who could have broken out the window and escaped earlier, merely sneered and kept going up.

Is that reasonable?

That's certainly unreasonable!

Even the anti-terror mobile unit lacking tacticians would puzzle over the criminals' 'cooperation', let alone the special operations unit with a crime analysis team.

Yet they couldn't just stand idle due to the other's abnormality; aside from the special mobile unit's caution, this batch of extrastellar cyber surrender agents in the anti-terror unit have always been reckless.

Regardless of whether their prosthetic exoskeletons have been modernized, their duties are always linked to cyber psychosis, and they're always required to have the courage and resilience to face it unafraid.

Hmm… upon arriving here, discipline is demanded more strictly; at first they strongly resisted and struggled to adapt—but that doesn't matter!

To be honest, I've been using Wild Fruit Reading to read and chase updates, switching sources, with multiple voice options, available on Android and iOS.

What matters is, this is exactly that moment!

Those singing this song each wield kinetic guns and hold thermal axes, exuding an aura as if each were an incarnation of Getter, and some shout about skull offerings—oddballs, mostly addicted to works given by other transmigrators, unable to break free.

Then… then there was no further 'then'.

Kill them, Bridge.

He names his staff with his own magic name, not holding it himself but commanding it to orbit him like a floating cannon; Charles's eyes are full of confident mastery.

The fact is exactly as he expected.

Even if the AI persona is still digesting the teacher's grimoire, it retains basic intelligence to respond to user commands.

Although it's just basic, it's also a point of pride for a d2-rank mage, drawing power from his prosthetic magic furnace core; even without effortless switching among over a hundred refined spell macros, it's enough to crush his magic shield with pure spell output in a deathly flood.

Anti-terror mobile unit members, the special operations unit's shikigami and avatars, and other floating surveillance drones within attack range.

All of these can be handled by a mature staff on its own.

But lacking personality control, it ultimately isn't human enough; an overemphasis on efficiency actually increases magic consumption somewhat.

Excessive firepower causes even the fully altered space to show some disturbance.

Most people just think this is a wind‑induced hallucination.

After all, today is overcast, with occasional air disturbances, and it's likely to rain.

And the barrier activated by this police station is the most plain sort— the shift into another space leaves no visible trace to the naked eye; at most there's a brief darkening of the tone, as if the sky beneath clouds had suddenly grown a shade darker.

"With such a dark sky, it feels like it's going to thunder, Uncle, you're not taking the elevator because of this, right?"

"A sudden female voice asked from the side, but in fact it was the result of the Mantra Binding on her briefly loosening."

"That staff is clearly lacking in multithreaded functionality, unable to maintain the girl's silence and confinement while handling multiple simultaneous confrontations."

"But the man also doesn't want her to open her mouth, because he's already experienced that before."

"Shut up, I'm keeping you because I think you're useful; don't make me change my mind by making noise."

"He irritably glanced at the red-haired girl following behind him, not surprised by the glowing halo on her head and the faint, fragmented light wings behind her."

"Undoubtedly, such characteristics correspond to a certain kind of being:"

"Angel"

"But even a true angel, to a mage, is as common as anything; with the era's development, it hardly has research value anymore."

"Moreover, the girl merely possesses some angelic traits, a kind of quasi-human."

"Her value lies not in this, but in a broader identity."

"She is an employee of Penguin Logistics, and also an employee of Rhodes Island."

"As a high-ranking club member in the same city, Charles naturally would have an impression of that pharmaceutical company with a broad business scope."

"Moreover, Penguin Logistics is also a well-known organization in foreign lands."

"Whether it's the quirky boss or the strange work style, and its unique status among the transmigrant group, it belongs to: a logistics company that lower levels may not know but middle and upper levels certainly will."

"And as one of the veteran employees of Penguin Logistics, the Able Angel with that striking red hair also leaves an impression — in fact, each of those veterans leaves a deep impression."

"Charles felt that bumping into this guy eavesdropping on the corner of his wall while he was planning his escape was also a stroke of luck."

"The two sides connected by the bridge aren't necessarily flat, but they are definitely passable."

"After settling the rear support with that gang, the perfect escape conditions could also add a chip from Penguin Logistics; although noisy, it can be tolerated."

"Really wanting to kill would also be troublesome, because he noticed some cyan patterns on the other's halo, a source-energy employee marker only big corporations have."

"When one's life is in danger, it activates and records sending a status message; it's a kind of high-threshold insurance."

"On the bright side, at least the other party is quite pragmatic, not shouting or thinking of useless tricks to delay my time."

"She just honestly followed along, then talked a lot, was silenced by me, and now when the staff can't free up a bit, she starts muttering something again."

"It doesn't sound like a spell; truly, she can monologue even when no one responds, the kind of guy I can't stand."

"But none of that matters now."

"\"I'm almost there, how about you? \""

"Anyway, I'm almost reaching the top floor."

"He thought while tapping the communicator that can also communicate in this altered zone."

"Then, after the call connected, the first thing they said wasn't to me: 'Everything's been saved, how does the company side say?'"

"\"As long as the 'Vessel' is intact, that's fine. Speaking of which, what are we being watched by? Over in the northern district, Lentel was also surrounded by police, and we don't even have time. \""

"\"Hey! I'm almost there, how about you?! Still chatting?! \""

"Charles was somewhat annoyed, especially hearing the other's surprised tone saying he was surrounded by police."

"Then the other side soothed: 'Don't rush, don't rush, you also have bovine test samples there.'"

"\"Get ready to receive, your side had the basic setup from the start, don't forget your promised seat in the URA Association, which they highly value. \""

"\"Alright, I'll make good on it when I get out! First, break this side's barrier! \""

"\"Sure! \""

"A monster suddenly appeared, bringing the image of shattering space like broken glass, yet he wasn't satisfied yet."

"Not far away, the lift platform also rose simultaneously."

"\"Huh?! Here here here!"

"\""

"Amidst the shout of the red-haired guy off to the side, the car door flung open and three people rushed out, killing their way toward."

"When he saw that one of them transform into a giant beast, whose claws could even pierce the monster's body, Charles's mind held only one thought——"

"——Hilarious!"