Chapter 72

"Taking a look shouldn't be a problem, right...?"

Hao Ren looked around furtively, as if the room were filled with cameras, and then, muttering to himself, he approached Raven 12345's desk. He was very curious about what might be on the data terminal of that goddess—this curiosity stemmed from human nature. Although he knew it was a trivial thing to do, he couldn't help himself.

When he finally leaned in to take a look, he found a page that looked like a forum. The text wasn't in Earth's language, but thanks to the seamless translation provided by the data terminal, he could understand it. The heading at the top read, "Shadow City Community Watering Board." He remembered that "Shadow City" was the capital of the Xi Ling Empire, and what mortals considered the "highest divine realm." The moment he saw this title, Hao Ren felt a solemn and awe-inspiring atmosphere wash over him. The first post at the top of the page shocked him even more:

"Recently assigned to be a god in a primitive universe, how can I pretend to be a seasoned god? Online, urgent—Raven 12345, from the Magic-Style Data Terminal, posted 30 minutes ago."

The post had received 230 likes and had been manually pinned to the top...

Hao Ren quietly left the desk, returned to his seat, and sat down obediently, trying to lower his head to his navel. He wondered what would happen if Raven 12345 knew he had seen that post. Would that crazy goddess be so embarrassed that she would instantly kill him?

Anyway, Hao Ren's last unrealistic fantasy about the Temporal Administration collapsed at that moment. Although he knew the Temporal Administration was a terrifying behemoth, so terrifying that any deputy section-level official could destroy the entire galaxy without even blinking, he now realized that those powerful figures who could destroy galaxies didn't have much time to mess with humans. This was evident from Raven 12345—did that crazy woman ever do anything serious?

While Hao Ren was lost in thought with his head down, a blue light vortex suddenly swirled in the room, and Raven 12345 teleported back. Her sudden appearance startled Hao Ren, but she seemed unaware that he had just peeked at her data terminal. Raven 12345 handed him a crystal wafer the size of a matchbox: "Here, keep it safe. You'll need it in the future."

"What is this?" Hao Ren, who had become somewhat immune to the various high-tech gadgets issued by the Temporal Administration, asked curiously without the wide-eyed amazement he had shown before.

"Spaceship activation key, also a trainee pilot training card," Raven 12345 said as if lending someone half a piece of eraser.

As soon as Hao Ren took the crystal wafer, he nearly dropped it, as if he had touched a red-hot iron. He couldn't help but revert to his country bumpkin mode: "What did you say?! A spaceship?!"

"Yes, a spaceship," Raven 12345 nodded. "Why are you so surprised? The Temporal Administration oversees countless universes, and the orderly range of the universe I manage extends to 3 billion light-years. As the only certified god within 3 billion light-years, do you think I would choose a spokesperson just to see them mess around on Earth? Do you think every god is a micro-carving enthusiast?"

Hao Ren almost numbly took the crystal wafer, swallowing hard. "Let me get this straight... You mean I have to learn how to pilot a spaceship?! That's a huge leap!"

"Don't worry, you won't need it for now. The spaceship hasn't been approved yet. I just got you a theft-proof lock..."

Hao Ren: "..."

What kind of logic does this goddess have? It's completely illogical!

Hao Ren confirmed with Raven 12345 several times, and finally, he was sure that he wouldn't have to worry about spaceships or other planets in the near future. The crazy goddess had only applied for a spaceship core lock for him—there was no apparent reason for it. It felt like buying a security door before even having a house, just to get a sense of psychological achievement by using the key every day. But according to Raven 12345, even the new spaceship's core lock hadn't arrived from the factory yet. She had someone bring it directly from the workshop, and she didn't know why giving it to Hao Ren in advance would be useful...

This crazy woman was completely impossible to communicate with.

"Anything else?" Raven 12345, oblivious to the confusion her bizarre logic had caused, patted Hao Ren's shoulder. "If not, I'll go back to work. It's the first time my post has been liked..."

Hao Ren instinctively nodded to leave, but fortunately, his rationality returned at the last moment: "Wait! One more thing!"

Raven 12345 looked at Hao Ren curiously, and he seized the opportunity to ask the question he hadn't had a chance to ask before: "I noticed something. Magic doesn't work on me—when Vivian used blood magic to remove a curse, it failed, and her blood didn't work on me either. And when we were in Britain, those Lethe runes didn't affect me either..."

Hao Ren recounted all the strange occurrences he had experienced. He didn't think this "magic immunity" was a benefit of working for the Temporal Administration, because if it were, Raven 12345 would have told him. Although the goddess was crazy, she wouldn't likely drop the ball on this issue. More importantly, the first instance of magic immunity appeared before Hao Ren's body was adjusted, when he was just an ordinary person. The ability must have some other explanation.

After listening to his description, Raven 12345, unusually, showed a serious expression. She examined Hao Ren from head to toe until he felt uneasy, then spoke: "Immune to vampire blood magic and blood infusion? Immune to Lethe runes? And able to directly clear the effects of Lethe runes? Is there anything else?"

Seeing the serious look on Raven's face, Hao Ren became tense. He guessed his situation was not simple, as it had even made this crazy goddess show such an expression. He recalled everything and firmly shook his head: "No, that's all. And to be honest, I haven't been exposed to other types of magic... Anyway, I'm immune to everything I've encountered. Could I be naturally immune to all magic? This is an overpowered attribute..."

Raven 12345 casually shot a spark at Hao Ren: "Overpowered my ass, you're overthinking it."

Half a minute later, Hao Ren recovered from the paralysis, his face full of resentment: "Why did you just attack me... So I'm not immune to magic?"

"Not completely. You're immune to some magic, but which part... needs further investigation," Raven 12345 frowned. "This might be a historical issue, but don't worry, it's at least harmless."

"Can you tell me more?" Hao Ren guessed that Raven 12345 knew something, so he leaned in. "This is happening to me, so I think I have a right to know."

"The problem is, I'm not sure. I can only roughly guess it's related to the Dream Plane," Raven 12345 looked into Hao Ren's eyes, her expression sincere. "People who have been in contact with the Dream Plane usually undergo some changes, but most are malignant mutations that lead to death within days. Your case, where you wake up immune to some magic, is an exception. I need to investigate further to draw a conclusion."

"Again, it's related to the Dream Plane?" Hao Ren finally developed a genuine interest in that mysterious and dangerous place. "What exactly is it, and how..."

"Why don't you go see for yourself?" Raven 12345 smiled mysteriously. "You've only been in contact with it once, and you're far from understanding the truth of that space. I won't tell you too much; you'll have to figure it out on your own."

"Another half-told story," Hao Ren couldn't help but mutter. "The only thing that's like the gods in myths... Oh, right, one more thing!"

Hao Ren almost forgot one of the important reasons for his visit. He quickly said, "Can you solve the language problem for my tenants? Vivian and Lily were at a loss in Britain, and Ezekiel can't even speak human language. Now, that big demon is reading a first-grade Chinese textbook to learn pinyin, and the werewolf, vampire, and demon communicate using sign language and pictographs. If this continues, I don't know how I'll face Hollywood and起点小说..."

Raven 12345 immediately smiled brightly: "That's easy. I've already reported your special situation to the higher-ups, and they can provide limited civilian equipment support for your tenants. In a couple of days, bring them here, and I'll use the adjustment chamber to install language packs directly into their brains. By the way, you'll need to do it again too, so you won't have to use the data terminal as a relay in the future."

Hao Ren thought for a moment and finally realized something was off: "Wait! You mean I have to lie in that coffin again?"

Raven 12345 smiled sweetly: "Yes!"

(Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!~)

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