Chapter 2

Starlight Federation, Border Colony Star 9527, Expansion City 66.

"Name?"

"Li Ang."

"Race?"

"Human?"

"Age?"

"22."

"Home address?"

"Flipper Garden."

In the Public Security Bureau, the young man named Li Ang was about to state his home address when the tall woman with heavy dark circles under her eyes interrupted him: "Don't play dumb with me—you know I mean the planet."

"Earth."

Upon hearing the word "Earth," the tall woman began operating on the faint blue screen that appeared on her wristband.

After a moment, she looked up at the youth chained to the table by special restraints and raised an eyebrow: "Are you a stowaway?"

"No wonder there's no identity record."

Before Li Ang could answer, the tall woman strode forward in her high heels to stand before him: "If you tell me which middleman's ship you boarded, I can arrange to let you go."

"Otherwise, you'll be twisting screws on Prison Star for the rest of your life."

Li Ang was already at his wit's end.

He never imagined that after just falling asleep, he'd wake up in a completely unfamiliar alley.

Just as he tried to figure out what had happened, a blue-and-white vehicle blaring its horn pulled up in front of him.

And then he was arrested.

As Li Ang recalled the day's utterly absurd experiences in his mind, he stared fixedly at the woman's bulging white shirt and couldn't help but smirk, making up a lie: "I took Nicolas's ship."

But clearly, he wasn't that kind of lucky—his random lie wouldn't fool anyone.

At this, the tall woman yawned and shrugged: "Fine, don't tell me then."

"Next question—occupation?"

Hearing the question, Li Ang's face fell, and he replied reluctantly: "Freelancer."

Calling himself a freelancer was just a fancy way of saying unemployed—he was about to graduate, but still hadn't found a suitable internship.

Who would have thought that the tall woman, who had seemed relatively reasonable before, suddenly changed her demeanor upon hearing his answer?

She frowned tightly and spoke with extreme seriousness: "You know I don't mean that!"

"If you still won't cooperate, you won't even get the chance to twist screws on Prison Star!"

Seeing her expression, Li Ang froze in place.

From her attitude, it was obvious that in this world, occupation was an extremely important thing.

Yes, as a soon-to-be corporate drone, Li Ang had already guessed he must have been transported—after all, no one would spend such a massive effort to trick him into a real-life Truman Show.

Besides, the hover vehicle that brought him to the bureau was undeniably real.

Just as Li Ang was about to ask about occupation-related information, a semi-transparent screen suddenly appeared before his eyes.

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【Li Ang】

【Age: 22】

【Race: Human】

【Talent: Traveler, Console Player】

【Occupation: Commoner Lv1】

【Attributes: Physical Strength 1.1, Mental Strength 1.3, Energy 1】

【Tier: 0】

【Occupational Skill: None】

【Occupational Specialization: None】

【General Skill: None】

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"Holy shit, a system!?"

Looking at the screen before him, Li Ang was instantly thrilled.

Yet just as he began fantasizing about dreams like "Blue Deep stat allocation—show me your limits," the tall woman suddenly spoke, snapping him back to reality: "Stop staring—just tell me your occupation."

Hearing her cold voice, Li Ang first froze, then a shocking thought struck him.

That was—perhaps every human in this world had a panel like the one he saw.

And that explained why the woman valued occupation information so highly.

But based on what had just happened, it seemed each person's panel was visible only to themselves.

Realizing this, Li Ang sighed and gave his dull, ordinary occupation: "Commoner."

Yet the tall woman showed no clear reaction to his self-declared occupation, nor did she press further—after all, once on Prison Star, unless you were a high-tier occupationalist, escape was impossible.

And high-tier occupationalists wouldn't appear in a backwater place like this anyway.

So she asked the next question: "Talent?"

Li Ang stared blankly at the talent section of his panel—he'd given up. After all, life was just one big drop after another.

"Traveler—"

He was about to say his talent, but suddenly fell silent.

Li Ang stared at the talents on his panel, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

【Traveler: Lost traveler, set forth on the journey that belongs to you; all things under heaven shall be witnessed by you. Each time you experience a major event, you shall begin a new journey, and within that journey, language shall no longer be your obstacle.】

【Console Player: The player from beyond the wall is wreathed in the radiance of infinite possibility. The number of professions you may take is. ∞, and you may view the advancement paths of each profession; your panel shall also be gamified.】

However, the tall woman was looking down, operating the pale-blue screen on her wrist, and did not notice anything off about Li Ang. She merely said casually, "A traveler, right?"

"No wonder the Nanguai Society smuggled you in illegally."

Pulled back to reality by her voice, Li Ang forcibly steadied his emotions and, pretending to be calm, replied, "Ah, yes, that's right, a traveler."

Although he did not know the specific effects of the 【Traveler】 talent, he felt it must be vastly different from his own 【Traveler】.

Because as the talent's bearer, Li Ang had already intuitively grasped the ability of the 【Traveler】 talent.

Traverse worlds.

Beyond that, there was also language comprehension, which was why he could communicate with the tall woman without any barrier.

Li Ang was no fool; a talent this outrageously powerful was clearly not some dime-a-dozen commodity.

Moreover, besides 【Traveler】, he also possessed a second talent that looked equally absurd—【Console Player】.

Based on the description of 【Console Player】, it was obvious that the people of this world had a limited number of profession slots, and their panels were not as detailed as his own.

Although the humans of this world all seemed to possess talents, Li Ang also knew that his two talents were absurdly overpowered; if he truly spoke of them, who knew whether he might be taken away and dissected.

He dared not gamble.

It seemed all the information that needed gathering had been gathered; the tall woman raised her head and nodded toward a corner of the ceiling in the sealed room.

Shortly after, two armed guards pushed the door open and walked in, flanking Li Ang on either side and hauling him up.

As he was carried past the tall woman, Li Ang faintly heard her muttering softly, "Honestly, can those bugs ever just stay quiet?"

"I don't want to work overtime anymore."

Li Ang instinctively turned his head to look, but all he saw was a face utterly worn out by corporate drudgery, as if the voice he had just heard had been an illusion.

Of course, he had no spare sympathy for others right now.

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【Profession: Prisoner】

【Employment Requirement:

1. Enter prison as a criminal with a sentence of three years or more】

【Upon Employment:

1. Attribute growth

2. Gain professional specialty—Slow Recovery】

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