Chapter 90: The Great Purge Has Begun!

Her pitiful expression made Black Tower swallow the rebuke that had risen to her lips.

At that moment, Black Tower suddenly recalled the quiet Black Tower Doll that she had seen when she first returned to the office!

At the time, she found it a bit odd, but did not investigate further…

Why didn't she immediately take over its permission to read the logs then?

Because… she couldn't take over!

The doll's core control rights were not within her permission system at all!

In other words, that moment was the closest she had ever been to the hidden mastermind!

Within arm's reach!

But why didn't she notice at the time? This cannot be explained by carelessness

One can only say the opponent deceived the emissary's eyes!

At that thought, even Black Tower couldn't help but feel a surge of huge frustration.

She actually… was toyed with in her own headquarters, and let the opponent slip away right under her nose!

Black Tower looked at the panicked Aisida before her and could only let out a helpless sigh.

She rubbed the corner of her forehead.

"Fine…" her voice carried a rare hint of powerlessness, "let's call it a bite of a ditch, a lesson learned. One such loss is enough. Next time, don't be duped so easily."

She paused, then added, "Also, bring that Doll over."

"Yes… yes!"

Aisida, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly nodded and staggered out of the office.

The office fell back into silence.

Black Tower leaned against the chair back, closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, trying to suppress the tumultuous emotions within.

(Calm down, Black Tower. You need to stay calm.)

(You are Genius Club #83, an emissary who discerns the mysteries of the stars; how could such a low‑level, boring tactic completely inflame you and make you lose composure?)

(Rage solves nothing; it only makes the hidden enemies a laughingstock.)

She repeatedly admonished herself in her mind; her strong will began to work, the frantic mood was gradually forced into calm, returning to composure and Reason String.

She returned to the main console, raised her hand and lightly tapped in the air, preparing to retrieve the Space Station's recent full surveillance logs for proper analysis.

However, when she habitually opened the Space Station's internal network to check routine communications, a post that had been forwarded to the point of explosion, with an extremely shocking title, instantly burst into her view!

The titles were varied, and the content was bizarre to the extreme:

【Breaking! Black Tower Lady's twin sister appears! The sisters fell out years ago over 'ideological differences' (or a fight over an ancient civilization's legacy)!】

【Exclusive deep dive! The Black Tower Lady you didn't know: childhood weight issues and the road to comeback!】

【Space Station secrets: the truth behind Black Tower Lady's runaway; the sister's years of silent guardianship!】

【Rational discussion: Black Tower Lady and her sister, which has progressed farther on the 'Intellect' destiny?】

【(With images) Analysis of Black Tower Lady's childhood (AI simulation) versus current physique, arguing the importance of confidence!】

The content inside no longer matches the original version; it has spawned countless even more absurd versions!

Each like, share, and comment felt like a loud slap, striking the nerves she had just steadied.

"……"

Black Tower felt that the Barrier she had just repaired to maintain calm, as if glass thrown into a star, shattered instantly with a crackle!

Even more completely than before!

Without any hesitation, not even needing to think, Black Tower's gaze instantly turned into an ice core of Absolute Zero.

Her will, like an invisible storm, instantly swept across all information Nodes of the Space Station!

"All… close!"

A cold command, transmitted through her core link with the Space Station, thundered down!

In an instant—

All public and private communication channels were forcibly silenced!

The internal network forum was instantly cleared and locked!

All data transfer ports entered the highest permission control!

Almost simultaneously, a shrill alarm rang throughout the Space Station!

All area lights instantly turned red, indicating the highest alert!

The clerks merrily gossiping online suddenly found their terminals go black, all signals cut off!

At the same time, all Black Tower Dolls scattered throughout the Space Station, previously on standby or auxiliary research mode, opened their eyes at once!

Their eyes no longer held the previous liveliness or stiffness, but uniformly flashed violet light representing the highest alert and purge command!

The Great Purge has begun!

These dolls, like a hive obeying an absolute command, acted silently and efficiently.

They traversed every compartment, intervened in every private conversation, and inspected each terminal device.

Involved clerks were briefly detained, receiving the dolls' cold "psychological counseling" and "confidentiality agreement" re‑education.

The entire Space Station fell into an unprecedented silence and panic.

Only the faint sounds of the dolls moving, and occasional murmurs from a corner of a clerk who, after a "talk," collapsed, saying: "I don't know… I know nothing! Don't ask me!"

The storm came quickly and left just as fast.

When everything returned to "normal," the Space Station's network was as clean as if washed by water, and all public discussions abruptly ceased.

However, the spread of information—especially gossip that fuses celebrities, privacy, comebacks, and family ethics—has vitality far beyond anyone's imagination.

Physical blockades can erase data, but cannot fully wipe out Memory and the whispered gossip behind closed doors.

The merchant ships that come and go, the scholars seeking learning, the travelers passing through…

There are always some fragmentary bits of information, accompanied by "unspeakable," "those who understand, understand," "The Lord" and Suggestion-like glances, that quietly spread.

In the end, although Black Tower, with iron‑fisted methods, almost erased all traces inside the Space Station, as the emissary of Intellect, the universe still gave this Absurd rumor a place.

A claim that may never be officially recognized, yet quietly circulates in certain corners—

"Hey, did you know? That Black Tower Lady… supposedly, she has a sister."

Star Core Hunter Base · Some Location

Perspective shift.

Yinlang chews Bubbles, bursts a pink bubble, and casually drags a fragment of information that has been encrypted and deleted many times.

She curls a playful smile at the corner of her mouth, nudges with her elbow the Kafuka who is elegantly sipping red wine beside her.

"Hey, Kafuka,"

Yinlang's tone, excited as if discovering a new amusement, says, "Did you know? I heard that Black Tower… has a sister."

Kafuka swirls her wine glass, the crimson liquid rippling under the light; her beautiful eyes lift slightly, glancing at Yinlang, and she says, as always, "Is that so? Why tell me this?"

Yinlang shrugs, his attention already back on her game interface, and replies nonchalantly, "Nothing. Just wanted you to know."

(What does it mean?)