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"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Yin Banqian and Cheng Can couldn't help but blurt out the expletives that perfectly expressed their discomfort.

Pianning tried to offer some consolation, "Of course, maybe only my identity has been discovered for now. After all, I did face her directly before. It's just that in her precognition, she saw others besides me..."

"Travelers from a Different World, I see you are about to stir a new storm in this world. Rest assured, I won't hinder you, for this is the trajectory destined by fate."

Those were the Prophet's original words when she saw her.

Before this, Pianning had merely been testing her abilities. When she glimpsed the girl in the incubator, she was discovered and summoned by her.

Pianning approached with the intent of gathering information, but in an instant, her disguise was seen through, leaving her completely stunned!

After all, this was the first time her identity as an outsider was directly exposed in the game, even a sweep of divine sense in the Cultivation World had never led to such a circumstance!

Scared, Pianning quickly checked her performance value, relieved to see it hadn't dropped.

But this indicated that it could be a normal occurrence...

Fuck, is there a BUG in this world?!

Is the Prophet's ability that powerful?

Fortunately, the other party didn't know their exact identities, only that the consciousness within this body had been switched.

So Pianning exchanged some information with her. The Prophet generously used Mind Transmission to pass on all the information about the New An Bureau to her and indicated that she wouldn't obstruct their actions.

"Are you sure there's no catch?" Cheng Can asked, his expression odd.

"However, the existence of a 'Prophet' has always been quite strange," mused Yin Banqian, as though recalling something.

"Even though she said she wouldn't stop us, our main quest is to destroy the Space Jump Channel, which clearly contrasts with the New An Bureau's philosophy. Either way, I think it's better to be safe," Wei Ya said with a frown.

Pianning nodded in agreement, "I'll go and communicate with the Prophet again later. As for the rest of you, it's best not to appear in front of her. I think she just knows that outsiders have entered this world, but doesn't know who they are specifically."

Naturally, everyone had no objections.

At this time, the fewer people who were exposed, the better.

Cheng Can was even less eager to meet that odd Prophet.

Pianning continued, "So, before we proceed with the main quest, everyone should just stick to their roles for now. Banqian, until your task comes through, just stick with Can."

Yin Banqian nodded his head.

Even if there's no progress on the main quest for now, they couldn't just sit around doing nothing; they had to continue acting according to their character's identity, as they still needed to earn performance points.

Once they entered the scenario, they had to dive into the story and fully become the character they were representing.

Perhaps with some extra effort, they could acquire the character's special skill or even obtain the Character Card itself! Explore more stories at empire

"Additionally, if the others don't find a way into the press conference, we might have to rely on you," Pianning said, looking at Xu Shuo.

"No problem," Xu Shuo nodded.

Hearing this conversation, Cheng Can suddenly glanced at the well-behaved young man and started muttering to himself.

He wouldn't let a junior lend a hand.

He had to find his own way in no matter what!

Otherwise, how embarrassing would it be!

As he thought this, he unconsciously made eye contact with Yin Banqian next to him, obviously both of them having the same idea.

...

After exchanging some information, the roundtable meeting ended, and Xu Shuo, well-rested, used his space jump ability again to leave the New An Bureau headquarters with three people.

Remaining alone at the roundtable, Pianning sat next to it, staring blankly at the electronic screen on the wall for a while, then took a deep breath and vanished from the main control room.

The dimly lit laboratory.

Inside, there were no devices or objects of any kind, just an empty room with a cylindrical culture vessel in the very center.

The short-haired little girl floating in the green liquid opened her eyes, her silver-white irises empty and hollow. She looked at the red-haired woman who had appeared in the room, her young, cold face devoid of any expression.

"Traveler from a different world, what troubles you?"

The little girl didn't speak, but an ethereal, distant voice rose in Pianning's mind, tinged with the innocence of a child.

Pianning stared at her, "I want to know if there's a way for me to see the director? I feel like we need to talk."

However, the little girl gently shook her head.

"In this world, his is the only figure I cannot see, his is the only existence I cannot find."

In the little girl's voice, if one listened carefully, there was a hint of melancholy and a touch of sorrow.

Pianning didn't know what their relationship was, but if even the Prophet, who had seen the director of the New An Bureau, said she couldn't find him, then Pianning had no other options at the moment.

After some thought, Pianning hesitantly said, "It's just that, my mission might conflict with the principles of the New An Bureau."

Hearing this, the little girl's silver-white, hollow eyes stared at her. Pianning had a fleeting sense of being seen through, causing her body to tense up in an instant.

After a long while, the Prophet spoke again.

"Rest assured, perhaps I should let you know: in the future I have seen, you will not do anything to harm the New An Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Pianning's expression grew even more peculiar.

She had vaguely realized something: the Prophet was not unguarded against them, the outsiders who had taken over their member's bodies, not because she followed the destiny she had seen, but because the other party had already firmly believed—they would never be enemies with the New An Bureau!

But the more this was so, the more peculiar Pianning found her main mission to be.

Yet in the matter of "trusting the system's main mission" or "trusting the formidable Prophet's judgment," Pianning was exceedingly clear-headed.

No matter what you have seen, I must complete my mission!

She had already given her warning by coming here. Since the other party seemed indifferent, then she would not concern herself any further.

Pianning bowed, then turned and left the laboratory.

She raised her hand to gently press on her temple, lowered her eyelids, and her pretty light blue eyes were shrouded by shadows, along with her fluctuating thoughts, all hidden from view.

If the director of the New An Bureau really intended to use something in his brain to act, she would drag the entire New An Bureau down with her!

…

In the silent laboratory, without a whisper of sound or movement of objects, the emptiness and coldness were panic-inducing.

Standing in the center of the room, the culture vessel housed the little girl who slightly raised her head, her dull gaze seeming to penetrate the silver-white walls before her and the layers of haze outside, settling on the neon city that was beautiful and bewildering.

At this moment, a deep and profound loneliness emanated from her, enveloping, submerging her completely as if she were plunging into the cold, bone-chilling depths of the Deep Sea.

She bowed her head and wrapped her arms around herself. After a long while, she let out a sigh and opened her mouth slightly underwater.

Her voice was hoarse, "Father... "

Where are you now?

Do you ever think of me?

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