Chapter 67

"Based on my research, this door should be opened with a key. As long as you get the key, you can easily push it open," Nigris said, bracing himself.

This door should be similar to one that opens with a magical pattern, requiring some form of authentication, which in this case is the key. Unfortunately, who knows what kind of authentication it uses?

So, if it can't be opened, it's not his fault. What key others use is not within the realm of 'knowledge.'

In fact, Nigris had already regretted it. When he was boasting, he used the term 'omniscient,' which was just a way to deceive believers. Those who believed in the God of Knowledge would never ask those absurd common sense questions.

So, when he saw Ang was a small skeleton, he just blurted it out, not expecting to fall into a pit.

Damn, he is the God of Knowledge, not the God of Common Sense, nor the God of Current Affairs. How could he know what happened during the thousand years he was sealed and had no contact with his believers?

As Nigris was mentally grumbling in frustration, Ang pushed the wall with his left hand, and the wall fell inward.

"???" Several big question marks popped up in Nigris's mind: "What's going on? It's not locked? So easy to push open? Is your Hand of Crossing the Worlds the key?"

Ang tilted his head, waved his hand in confusion, and the wall flipped back up, blocking the corridor.

This time, he pushed the wall with his right hand, but it didn't budge.

Nigris also came forward and tried to push it with his small claws, but it didn't move. The others, including Luther who arrived late, also tried to push the wall.

In the end, it was confirmed that only Ang's left hand could move it. Without a doubt, the Hand of Crossing the Worlds was the 'key' to open the control tower.

"I knew it. The soul network and the divine essence are both on you, the last heir of the empire. You really have the best luck. No, I'm still alive, why didn't I inherit the empire's legacy? Is it because I'm not an undead? This is discrimination, this is discrimination," Nigris thought angrily.

The decoration inside the control tower was very simple, very basic, very minimalist, yes, there was nothing, just empty.

There was only a row of bones in the corner. From the decayed fabric on them, these bones were once alive and died here. If they were skeletons before, they wouldn't have worn clothes. If they were liches, their bodies wouldn't have rotted to bones.

"These should be the former operators of the control tower. The world transfer station suddenly stopped, the door closed, and they were trapped here until they died," Nigris guessed.

Luther, who arrived late and missed the battle, asked in a somewhat depressed tone: "Why does the control tower need so many people? Isn't it just controlling the teleportation array? What's there to control? Just insert a magic crystal to activate it, right?"

Nigris sneered: "You have no knowledge. Do you know why this place is called the World Transfer Station? This is a rare interplanar teleportation hub. The number of daily teleports can be as high as a hundred, involving countless planes. The coordinates, distance, weight, volume, and type of goods to be teleported, and the number of magic crystals required, all need to be calculated strictly. There wouldn't be enough people to handle it otherwise."

Luther blinked, clearly beyond his knowledge, and quickly changed the topic: "With so many people, why are there no tables and chairs? Isn't standing tiring?"

Ang tilted his head and lifted his left hand slightly. With a whoosh, a large number of tables and chairs rose from the ground, one of which directly pushed under Luther's buttocks, lifting him up.

"Huh, hidden tables and chairs, quite comfortable, hmm~" Luther stretched, leaned back hard, and the chair's curve bent with his stretch, providing the best support, making him so comfortable he didn't want to get up.

"Can it change shape?" Nigris also curiously jumped onto a chair.

As soon as he lay down, the chair adapted to his form, leaving a hole behind for his tail, the backrest indented to fit his wings, and even extended a support for his chin to rest on, reducing the strain on his neck.

"These things are too amazing, so comfortable, I don't want to get up. Where can I buy them? I want a set," Luther adjusted to the most comfortable position, feeling drowsy, almost falling asleep, when a strong electric current surged through his body, almost shocking his soul out.

Luther screamed and jumped off the chair, landing on the ground, unable to stand, shivering.

Seeing someone else's misfortune, Nigris felt much better and laughed: "This thing is to make you work better, not to be lazy. Now you know why they were all alive, right?"

On the other two chairs, the small zombie and the angel skeleton were comfortably lying, the chairs sparking with electricity, but they didn't move.

"Ang, how did you do that?" Nigris turned to Ang, and as he turned, the chair also rotated to the same angle.

Nigris was amazed, how convenient is this? It's like a lazy person's special chair, making him a bit tempted. If he had such a chair when he was alive, he would have slept all day, how could he have the heart to spread knowledge?

Ang tilted his head and responded uncertainly: "I think I can control this place."

After saying that, he swiped his hand, and a mass of light expanded, with countless light points, each connected by faint lines.

"Interplanar coordinate system!? Wow, what a good thing. No wonder it's called the World Transfer Station. Just this interplanar coordinate system alone is enough to drive many forces crazy," Nigris marveled.

Luther, curious, moved closer to the light and asked: "What does that mean? Is it very valuable?"

As his gaze focused on a certain light point, it suddenly enlarged, and more information appeared before him. Instinctively, he read it out: "Marisus Fire Elemental Overlord Abyss, Elemental Plane, main species: Fire Elementals, specialty: Fire Magic Crystals, ruler: Marisus, Overlord level..."

There was more information, but it was too long, so Luther didn't read it all.

Ang listened for a while and suddenly asked: "Can you grow vegetables?"

"Ah? Grow vegetables? No."

"Oh..." Disappointed, Ang mentally marked this plane with a big X.

Nigris was disdainful of Luther's question: "Valuable? Ha, this is a strategic resource that money can't buy. Do you remember the Saint Vanguard's deployment? The first time they relied on the coordinates you established, the second time on the two specially trained holy servants. If they had this coordinate system, they wouldn't need the holy servants or your coordinates to deploy. Do you know what that means?"

Luther, of course, knew what it meant and gasped: "We can launch interplanar invasions at any time?"

Nigris almost choked, looking at Luther with disbelief: "You have big ambitions, thinking of invading others? Shouldn't you be worried about whether others have the same coordinate system?"

"You're right. Do others have such a coordinate system and could secretly deploy here? Should we strengthen the interplanar defense?" Luther asked.

"No need. You already have the best defense, the Resting Wind. With it, who would invade this place..." Nigris hadn't finished speaking when a thought suddenly popped into his mind, and Luther's expression also changed, as if he had the same idea.

They looked at each other and said in unison: "The Resting Wind, could it be the interplanar defense set up by the Overlord?"

"Very likely. Why would the Resting Wind start blowing after the World Transfer Station stopped?" Nigris said.

"This..." Both were so shocked they didn't know what to say. If an Overlord could create a strange wind that lasted for a thousand years and affected the entire plane as a defense, the Overlord's means were beyond their imagination. At least in Nigris's knowledge system, he couldn't think of how to achieve this.

"Maybe it's a coincidence, a coincidence," Nigris consoled himself.

Regardless of whether it was a coincidence, the Resting Wind at least protected the plane, preventing it from being destroyed by external invasions, including the Saint Vanguard's invasion. The Resting Wind trapped most of them in Ice City, otherwise, the people who escaped from Ice City would have died in large numbers.

"So what now? Should we activate the teleportation array?" Luther asked.

"Activate? Can't you see all the points are gray? Do you have the energy to activate it? This isn't something that can be activated with just a few dozen magic crystals. Do you have magic crystals?" Nigris said.

"But isn't it already activated? Maybe it still has energy."

"More than a thousand years have passed. The energy might just be enough to activate the main control room, and it's not clear when it will stop." As he spoke, the light disappeared, the tables and chairs on the ground retracted, and the door flipped up.

Nigris, the angel skeleton, and the others, who had lost their support, all fell to the ground.

"You and your big mouth, what now? No energy, can the door still open? Will we be trapped here?" Luther said anxiously.

Ang waved his hand, and the door flipped open, but nothing else could be activated. Ang felt around and found a place to press, revealing a hole.

Ang took out his magic crystals and poured them all in, a total of 1,500 magic crystals.

With a hum, the interplanar coordinate system's light reappeared, and the tables and chairs emerged from the ground.

"Sure enough, it was out of energy. The World Transfer Station is a big energy consumer. The main control room is fine, but to run the entire transfer station, more than a thousand magic crystals might not last a day, not to mention the energy required for teleportation. The goblins sent 150 tons of food here, but it cost you more than a thousand magic crystals."

The energy consumption was so great that just thinking about it made one feel guilty, like being able to afford a magic crystal car but not the magic crystals to run it.

"This... so much? Our teleportation array only needs ten or so each time," Luther said in shock.

Nigris didn't bother to respond. That array could only teleport a goblin, a curled-up goblin, and he still called it a teleportation array?

While they were talking, Ang didn't stop. A large amount of information was constantly being transmitted to his soul. As long as he focused on it, information would immediately be transmitted, telling him what each function was, such as deployment, teleportation, detection, projection, etc.

Poor Ang, a skeleton who only wanted to grow vegetables, didn't understand any of this. The information was like a math book, leaving him bewildered.

Especially after inserting the magic crystals, with more energy, more functions could run, and more information was transmitted. Among the large amount of information, Ang only understood two: run, shut down.

Ang thought for a moment and pressed the shut down button.

Click, everyone sitting on the chairs fell again, the door closed, and the coordinate system disappeared.

"Why did it stop again? Out of energy again? So soon? Ang, did you shut it down?" Nigris asked.

Ang nodded.

"Why? This is the World Transfer Station, a legacy of the Undead Empire. You inherited it, shouldn't you be excited and eager to explore all its functions? Why shut it down?" Nigris asked in confusion.

Ang said firmly: "Can't grow vegetables."

Fortunately, Nigris couldn't breathe, or he would have choked. Shut it down just because it can't grow vegetables?!

"Why did you dig it out then?!" Nigris shouted.

Ang tilted his head: "Curious."

Nigris was speechless. Well, logically consistent, he dug it out because he was curious, and shut it down because it can't grow vegetables.

But despite his anger, the calmer Nigris suddenly felt Ang was right. Since it can't grow vegetables, it should be shut down. After all, this world has no foundation to support the operation of the teleportation array, and they haven't even solved their food problem.

As the God of Knowledge, Nigris knew too many examples of races or countries that, without solving their basic needs or economic issues, blindly built various wonders, leading to economic collapse, the destruction of empires, and the extinction of races.

Being able to recognize what truly matters, like Ang, is truly... Ah, can't continue, this skeleton only wants to grow vegetables!!

Just as Nigris was jumping in anger, Ang's soul suddenly sensed a distant call.

A distant call? Ang tilted his head. The only one who could call him from a distance was the goblin silver coin, right?

Extending his consciousness, sure enough, it was the goblin silver coin. At that moment, the silver coin was hiding in a sewer, with loud shouts outside, as if they were chasing something.

The silver coin was rotting, curled up in the sewer, muttering: "Lord Ang protect, Lord Ang protect..."

As he muttered, he sensed something projecting onto him and whispered in surprise: "Lord Ang?"

Ang nodded, and somehow the silver coin sensed this nod and continued in a low voice: "Lord Ang, I successfully reincarnated, but I was thrown into a mass grave. My body wasn't well preserved and rotted. When I got up, the villagers saw me, and now they are all hunting me. I'm sorry, Lord, I can't complete my mission."

Initially, after the silver coin was soul-searched, Ang took a large part of his soul, repaired it, and put it back in his body without further care. Across the planes, the projection's power was too weak, and he couldn't do much.

Unexpectedly, the silver coin successfully reincarnated as a lich, not a zombie, but an intelligent lich, with luck so good it was unbelievable.

The goblin Cleg, when he wanted to reincarnate, only dared to send him a soul fire, nothing else.

However, his body was found in the quartermaster's private residence. Because of the single-line contact, no one knew who he was, thinking he was the quartermaster's servant. So his body was thrown into a mass grave, and by the time he woke up, his body had rotted a lot.

The silver coin