Chapter 58: Pigeon Occupying the Magpie

Black Tower Space Station

When "Black Tower Lady" arrived at the space station with her mini "assistant" (a system doll disguised as Little Black Tower) through a special privileged channel, as if returning home, the entire Main Control Cabin Section seemed to have its mute button pressed for a moment.

Immediately followed by even more suppressed commotion and reverent gazes.

The staff all stopped their tasks, bowed respectfully, and saw off this absolute master of the space station (as they thought) walking by with an elegant yet slightly lazy stride.

Station Chief Aisida, having received the news, almost jogged, "Black Tower Lady! You're back? Have you… finished handling the affairs?"

She carefully observed Black Tower's expression, noticing she seemed in a good mood, her purple eyes even showing a hint of pleasure, which let Aisida silently breathe a sigh of relief.

Heimu stopped, tilted her head slightly, and said in a casually proud tone, "Hmm, a minor trouble, already resolved."

She swept her gaze over the orderly Main Control Cabin Section, like a monarch inspecting her realm, "No problems in the space station after I leave, right? The clerks haven't blown up the lab again?"

Aisida quickly replied, "All systems normal, madam. The clerks are all well‑behaved… uh, relatively speaking."

She recalled the recent near‑escape of an experimental fungal beast from a biology lab and decided it was better not to mention it.

"That's good then," Heimu nodded, pretended to depart, as if merely returning for routine business.

"Oh, right, Black Tower Lady!"

Aisida suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said, "Miss Ruan Mei sent a message earlier, saying she might come to the space station soon, apparently about some experiments."

Ruan Mei!

Genius Club #81!

An expert in the "Life" field!

Heimu felt a sudden chill in her heart.

(How could she come at this time?)

The real Black Tower was "couriered" by her to another world; if Ruan Mei arrives, with that fellow genius's sharpness, this Xibe junk might be exposed in an instant! (Would it?)

But outwardly, she merely waved casually, her tone still flat, even a bit impatient as if "got it, minor matter": "Fine, got it. We'll talk when she arrives."

Without further words, Heimu headed straight toward the Black Tower Office, the system doll marching on short legs, expressionless, following closely.

Aisida watched Black Tower Lady's departing back, tilting her head in puzzlement.

(It always feels… Black Tower Lady seems a bit different? Her way of speaking seems… a bit more "lively"?)

But she quickly shook her head, attributing it to Black Tower Lady having just dealt with trouble and being in a better mood.

Black Tower Office

She passed through the familiar corridor into the office suspended with countless Light Screens.

Heimu let out a soft sigh; though outwardly composed, the pressure from Aisida and the station crowd was not small.

Her eyes immediately fell on the massive instrument at the office center, the "Simulated Universe," emitting a mysterious glow.

In her amethyst‑like eyes, a flicker of amusement passed.

She walked to the console, fingertips lightly brushing the cool interface.

"System,"

She whispered, her tone regaining Heimu's coolness, "Maximum clearance access, begin a full scan of all data structures, operational logic, and… all personal imprints and encrypted protocols Black Tower left within the Simulated Universe. We need to, before the rightful owner returns and that expert arrives, obtain as many 'souvenirs' as possible."

"Command confirmed."

The system doll, embodying Little Black Tower, saw data streams flash wildly again, silently infiltrating this core research area for Black Tower.

Heimu leisurely sat on a nearby chair, crossing her long legs clad in black stockings, fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, as if enjoying a drama about to begin.

The feeling of a pigeon occupying a magpie's nest… not bad, perhaps?

Beloberg Goethe Inn – Morning

A Xing calmly opened her eyes; her golden irises held no hint of morning haze.

She got up, first went to the wardrobe, gently opened a slit, checking the status of the genuine Star Core Essence inside—breathing steady, complexion rosy, sleeping like a hibernating cave bear; besides the pouch she had knocked out, it seemed larger.

(Status stable. To ensure no interference during the task, add an extra maintenance dose.)

She thought calmly, retrieved the tiny syringe again, and precisely, swiftly gave the Star a dose of high‑efficiency sleeping medicine.

The Star's breathing seemed deeper.

"Star! Get up! The sun's shining on your butt!" came the energetic San Yue Qi outside the door, with an eager knock and shout.

A Xing expressionlessly closed the wardrobe, tidied the outfit identical to the Star's, walked to the doorway, and opened it.

"Alright! We…" San Yue Qi's brilliant smile faltered slightly upon seeing A Xing's face.

(Huh? The gaze is so flat… hasn't woken up yet?)

But she quickly blamed it on morning grump, giggling as she looped her arm around A Xing, "Quick, quick, Teacher Dan Heng is already waiting downstairs!"

A Xing simply gave a faint "mm," letting San Yue Qi pull her downstairs.

When meeting Dan Heng, he just glanced at A Xing once more, saying nothing.

After all, this Star carrier acts erratically; mood swings are normal, so today's silence isn't too odd.

The three exited the inn; the morning chill in Beloberg was biting.

Yet before they could inhale a few breaths of cold air, a squad of Silver‑mane Iron Guards swiftly surrounded them, led by the poised, stern Bronya Land.

"Guests from the Star Rail," Bronya's voice was bureaucratically cold, "We have received reports that you are plotting against Lord Kekeliya. Please cooperate and return for investigation."

"What? Plotting?" San Yue Qi leapt up instantly, "We only met the Great Guardian yesterday! It must be a misunderstanding!"

Dan Heng also said gravely, "Miss Bronya, is there any evidence? We mean no harm."

Bronya shook her head, resolute, "It's our duty; please come with us. If it's a misunderstanding, your innocence will be restored."

The Silver‑mane Iron Guards behind her stepped forward, the situation tightening instantly.

A Xing slightly frowned.

(Conflict. Does not comply with "low‑profile participation" directive. Optimal solution: evade.)

Just as San Yue Qi was still trying to argue and Dan Heng was on guard, A Xing had already made a decision.

"Run." She whispered low, her voice small but carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.

San Yue Qi and Dan Heng were startled, but trusting their partner, they instinctively followed A Xing, turned, and rushed into a side alley!

"Stop them!" Bronya ordered immediately.

A sudden chase unfolded on the streets of Beloberg's Shangcheng District.

A Xing seemed to choose the route casually, yet always found the most cunning angles and temporary cover, leading San Yue Qi and Dan Heng to dart left and right within the Iron Guard's encirclement.

Her movements were astonishingly efficient, as if her mind contained the city's optimal escape map.

However, the Silvermane Iron Guard, familiar with the terrain, quickly forced them into an alley that seemed like a dead end.

A high wall loomed ahead, pursuers behind.

A Xing gripped the baseball bat tightly, eyes slightly cold, calculating the odds and consequences of a forced breakthrough.

At that hair‑trigger moment—

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"