Chapter 37: with translation of chapter title

The next day, early morning, 9:10.

Heaven's Gate City, Two Worlds Safety Bureau, third-floor office.

Heaven's Gate City's Two Worlds Safety Bureau has few offices, because most clerical work is handled by AI agents; the operational department, led by the execution department, is the bureau's main staff, but one must also consider AI, or rather, emergency maintenance when electronic equipment stalls, so clerical staff are still necessary.

But this environment also ensures abundant martial virtue, and clerical staff often fill the gaps left by martial personnel, so it's normal that only three of the ten office seats are occupied.

The day after the Heaven's Gate riot, those able to sit in this office are all stealing a moment of leisure amidst their busyness.

"Chenyi caught over thirty world‑hoppers in the western district; the senior of Section 2 can't keep up and is already pulling people from the Rhodes Island office—quite impressive."

"It takes several hours from the Gate Zone to here; there's no time to pull people."

"Aren't there those few from Longmen? Miss Xiongxiong and Miss Chen are at the East District Police Station, but that doesn't mean much; what we lack now is investigative talent, not combat power."

"We're still short on talent; this morning I heard over twenty families of fallen staff are causing a fuss, demanding an explanation—how can we give one? The boss can't just tell the truth, can he? We can't figure out who stole the Heaven's Gate secret key, so we have to wait for the astrologer and the chronology official to set up the ritual."

"Speaking frankly is useless; they won't believe the astrologer and chronology official need three days to prepare." Bringing up this hard‑to‑joke‑about topic, the staff member sighed wearily, "Others have just lost loved ones; they can't possibly listen rationally to you saying that spiritual disturbances around Heaven's Gate interfere with divination, so three days are needed."

"That's how it is, we can't help it—who wouldn't want to give an answer? And there are some people in there just trying to make a profit off the corpses." Upon mentioning this, another staff member's face filled with uncontrollable disgust; they gulped a large mouthful of coffee, leaving only bitterness.

"Can't we be as reasonable as Morrison's foster son? That kid looks like he wouldn't cause trouble... What's your expression?"

What was meant as a venting remark, however, noticed the subtle expression of a coworker, and the staff member instead felt a bit uneasy.

"Morrison's foster son, the one called Aomo? Aomo Lindun?"

The colleague he asked even became somewhat agitated, making him more flustered: "Uh, yeah, what's up?"

He didn't expect that after asking that, the colleague would instead begin to act restrained and shrink back:

"He... is rather special."

"I certainly know he's special; I'm pretty close with Morrison's guy, and yesterday I was the one who brought him to meet his foster son."

"... Forget it, since I can see it, this probably isn't too big a secret—I'll just say it straight." The colleague, seeming to have gone through some mental struggle, with a face of resigned determination, pulled the rolling chair closer, lowered their voice, and said, "When I was sorting the files, I happened to notice his priority ranking; it's fairly high—C‑level."

"??? C? A student is C‑level?" The staff member couldn't comprehend, "Our bureau chief is only C‑level!"

"Priority ranking doesn't equal authority or status; you've fallen into a popular misconception, forgetting that the original function of priority ranking was merely a label."

"... The Heart of Terra's attention tag." The staff member muttered, turning their head to look again at the colleague, their gaze still incredulous.

"Does the Heart of Terra think he has value worth assigning a subordinate node of attention?"

"I know that kid is quite special, but does he really have that potential?" As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp assembly bell rang out over the office broadcast, and in the next second everyone's contact devices were forcibly activated.

【Information Section Two plus Execution Section Three, proceed immediately to Round Valley Avenue Block Three to verify the truth of the information provided by the anonymous informant—no delay!】

"They seem to have strong execution ability as well."

Another dedicated car pickup, but at least it's a relatively normal police car; passenger Aomo gazed at the terminal, muttering to himself, and unusually activated private mode to prevent others from seeing the terminal's projected screen.

After all, there were several officers riding with him, and at the very start an officer even struck up a conversation; from their words Aomo could infer that the bureau had a big‑mouth who had spread word of his 'special' performance from yesterday, which is why these older brothers, sisters, and uncles were showing him considerable concern.

Although I wanted to lament that good people are unexpectedly numerous, this kind of care is truly something Aomo does not need.

He even found it somewhat troublesome.

Especially when they thought Aomo harbored grief and restrained himself from speaking, Aomo could use family‑access rights to confirm Morrison's gameplay logs; from those succinctly listed textual achievements one could faintly see Morrison's uninhibited self‑expression......

Being too familiar isn't good either; Aomo could easily picture that guy's demeanor, just like a child who snagged a gold‑zest bounce in Apex, his smile and laughter bearing a kind of 'unsophisticated' beauty.

Then his mood would coalesce into a sigh buried deep in his heart.

I feel it's not worth it for everyone!. jpg

After sighing, we still need to get back to the main topic.

Morrison's intense focus on games is also good for him.

After all, that vampire foster father has still not fully grown accustomed to Aomo's thought process; if he really kept nagging at Aomo's terminal, that would also be a torment, let alone the fact that when Aomo makes a decision he usually reacts with surprise and alarm.

By then he would still be hoping Morrison would hurry up and go play games.

The Soul‑Lock Warden was, in fact, the one.

Now that the prison guards are absent, he should properly plan something; although that's the case—he has already, by monitoring the traffic conditions near the Two Worlds Safety Bureau in Heaven's Gate City, seen signs of troops mobilizing.

Possibly within half an hour he'll also receive an official email requesting he provide a financial account for convenient payment.

The informant receives a reward, provided the conditions are true.

The reward for reporting such a major case is fairly high, but whether to actually collect it still needs caution.

The authorities not investigating the identity of an anonymous informant is one thing; having the provided account noticed is another.

Using a temporary account at this juncture would seem rather deliberate, given that the Safety Bureau is still thoroughly investigating the world‑hopper case throughout—both because the case hasn't truly been resolved, and because yesterday's chaos seems to have ignited the 'fighting spirit' of certain criminals.

Today Aomo has already refreshed several new case incident notices and detailed locations.

Heaven's Gate City makes this information public, even offering a temporary registration auxiliary police function column... This probably means they're always waiting for a cry of 'when seeing injustice, shout out,' showing the city's simple and honest folkways.

But Aomo is merely habitually collecting useful information, and isn't really planning to do anything; if he were to act, it would depend on whether the Two Worlds Safety Bureau's execution department is inept.

This also requires patience, after all Aomo didn't directly give the address of the Round Valley Exhibition Hall, but chose the obligatory route of the man with droopy eyes.

Kailifu hinted that they weren't heavily involved with that group, and besides provided a lot of information to help, so he's also willing to slightly cover for them, when consolidating intelligence to send to the Safety Bureau, adding a bit of spin to the information.

Stuffing false intelligence is impossible, but focusing entirely on that man‑woman pair is absolutely fine; should a third party turn up later, they wouldn't end up treated as the main culprit—the intelligence department shouldn't be so clueless as to not even distinguish this.

Admittedly, the possibility that Kailifu deceived himself exists, but Aomo trusts the years of acquaintance and understanding.

This too is faith in his own ability to read people.

Aomo naturally trusts his own ability; this is the basis of his decision, and without that confidence he could not have proposed his present revenge.

However, Kailifu is hardly someone the Safety Bureau's people could avoid finding.

At first meeting they're usually on guard and wary; all we can say is... good luck to them.

Thinking this through, Aomo put away his terminal and looked out the window at the familiar buildings drawing ever nearer.

The Northern District Heaven's Gate Police Station—he'd only been there once yesterday, so it's hard not to be familiar; even the road segment the vehicle is currently traversing is still yesterday's route.

As long as Aomo gazes toward the inner city, he can see countless disciplined construction crews dealing with the ruins ravaged yesterday by monsters.

Requesting temporal system repairs is out of the question—it would cost a fortune, require massive amounts of mana filler, and depend on the other party's mood; better to coordinate with the local school and ask civil‑engineering undergrads to come out for some social practice.

With prize money adding credits, this will not fail to make those who drive terrain-purifying armor, those who wield mechanical magic rods to command earth elements, and those who practice alchemy to stabilize new building materials full of vigor; each will also take a commemorative photo.

【Already arrived at the scene where Mechanical Godzilla is rampaging; this ruin is too horrific; better look at the distant urban area, family.】

【We've sneaked in, we've sneaked in! We're at the case scene! Engineering department brothers, wait for my news! We will surely find the inexplicable self-destruct cause of Mechanical Godzilla!】

June 13, 2012, I was deceived by the instructor to work at the construction site; I've noted this grudge!

It seems this group of social practitioners is also quite complex, but this has nothing to do with Aomo; right now he is 'humbly' accepting the guidance of the police officers, re-entering the police station, heading to the information guidance room specially opened for transmigrator cases.

Then, looking at the officer whose face and belly are wider than average, he dazed for a moment, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over the surrounding low empty space.

"Many of the people I receive have this reaction," the officer said, somewhat helplessly laughing, pointing to his chest badge.

The Transmigrator Countermeasure Team chief's badge, the name clearly displayed:

Mumu Shisan