Chapter 1899: Chapter 1897: Half a Year
After a full twenty days of library exploration, Han Dong has basically figured out everything here.
Though the exterior of the library remains unchanged, resembling a living ancient castle covered with deep crimson wrinkled skin… the internal space is already processed in a “modular” way.
For example, dividing a cube evenly into nine smaller cubes.
The positions between each small cube change, but the overall shape doesn’t change at all.
The library is the same, with its internal space being modular,
and its internal structure can be changed through the core control room… Of course, mainly altering the positions of passages, floors, and various reading rooms.
Some important areas, like the examination zones where The House of Representatives and Senate are located, will not change.
“The level of control is extremely high, and the library’s overall performance is beyond a plant planet; it can completely hover in the deep space of the Prison World and move in some frequency.
Only prisoners or prison guards who perform exceedingly well and make outstanding contributions to the prison can gain the opportunity to visit the library for reading.
And similarly, if there are ‘extraordinary talents’ like the Eugenes, they are directly retained in the library for eternal work.
Such an arrangement might also be good…”
Whenever Han Dong thinks about the library being his, these days, he often smiles inexplicably, and even several times wakes up laughing directly from his dreams,
several times nearly causing a Mad Laugh outbreak and bringing “Doomsday” into the library.
Today, after finishing chatting with the last group of high-ranking senators, who also gladly accepted this soon-to-be new Curator,
even though Han Dong is just a Mythic Body.
But this professional testing team is very aware of Han Dong’s potential, and just having a head continuously exuding gray mist is quite impressive.
Just as Han Dong stepped out of the Senate’s doors, a piece of yellow silk gently fell on his shoulder.
In the ‘gap’ where the silk attached to the shoulder, a withered hand slowly extended out.
“Your adaptability is quite impressive; you’ve almost figured out the library in such a short time.
Today marks the final deadline of your ‘borrowing time,’ and according to regulations, you are required to pay the corresponding fees.
The fees will be deducted from your salary as the Curator.”
“Thank you, senior.”
“No need for useless talk; although I have endless time, I still want to return to the original world quickly to meet some ‘old friends’.
Hurry up and set out to find the remaining Dead Spirit Remnants.”
“Okay, but…”
Han Dong here has a question.
Though the library can migrate between dimensions and has propulsion and self-protecting systems,
it is, after all, such a large and management-focused building, so to ensure stability, the overall moving speed is not high.
“If the Yellow Robe King doesn’t mind, it’s better to travel by my ‘plant planet.’
This planet was specifically built for rapid travel between dimensions, surpassing in both speed and stability.
If using the library as a vehicle, and we encounter a Singularity storm or large-scale enemy assault causing damage to the library in between dimensions, it would be trouble.
I suggest leaving the library in the ‘depths’ and coming back with it once we collect all the remnant pages to return to the original world.”
“From the moment I handed the seal to you, you became the Curator.
All arrangements for the library are now for you to decide, and you don’t have to seek my permission… Besides, I’ve been to the plant planet you mentioned.
Whose great work is this star? The biological technology fused within, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“It’s a research result from a ‘fugitive,’ which now lands in my hands.”
Seeing the Yellow Robe King’s interest,
Han Dong casually shared Professor Morgan’s life events. Of course, the private cooperation and acting performed to seize the planet were kept hidden.
“A madman who likes to experiment with living creatures, offending not a few Old Kings, and even single-handedly crushing M.O. with king-level power.
The ‘King of Ghoul’ arm within that Eugenes kid, it was him who severed it, right?
Indeed a remarkable talent, what a shame… Otherwise, could have served as my chief scientist.
Alright, call your pals; let’s get going.”
…
The planet adjacent to the library’s back side quickly surfaced upward.
The instant they returned to surface dimension, Han Dong’s soul response immediately recovered, accurately pinpointing the locations of the other three remnant pages.
During the voyage,
The Yellow Robe King stated that he could easily ensure the flight was undisturbed by simply extending his soul field unconsciously.
Han Dong and others didn’t need to take turns keeping watch and could continue improving themselves during the voyage.
In fact, the unmerged yellow robe could also achieve this, it was just pure laziness and unwillingness to be distracted.
Naturally, Han Dong was unreserved, continuing to practice the Bone True Text, while Pope and the Eugenes embarked on their respective training.
The Yellow Robe King came alone to a room, used during the split state, for creative work, it was also here where “Fusion” was completed… anyway, this kind of unconscious field expansion didn’t really affect Him.
During free time,
He took out a novel book only completed on character settings, outline, and beginning during the split period.
The ‘evil’ within and most defects have been erased.
But the love for creativity remains… During writing, one could often glimpse a smiling face under the yellow robe.
“Since there’s nothing to do, writing something can also pass the time.
Moreover, this novel is based on the world I exist in, making it quite interesting to write… The protagonist, according to the original setting, after all, he is my sole Messenger, perhaps it adds a stronger sense of involvement.”
…
Six months passed.
The Black Tower Control Bureau (B.B.C) has noticeably reduced its search efforts for the Shattered Dimension.
It’s not because they gave up on ‘relocating the base,’
but rather the intelligence collected is sufficient, and they will officially start the “relocation project.”
During the search period, they unexpectedly acquired a Remnant Page.
This greatly improved their efficiency in seizing the final authority… and today, they finally infiltrated the “Fourth Level,” successfully unveiling a “Miniature World” where a Committee member resided.
Accompanied by the closing of a New York City interlaced with various technologies (a world used to confine this person).
A middle-aged man with deep-set eyes, crew cut, and suit holding a briefcase walked out.
Blockheaded Deep House was here to receive, “Mr. Goodman, very pleased to see you in advance! The lounge is ready for you; please follow me.”
“I was heading to Wall Street for work today, halfway through the world collapsed, your progress is indeed fast.
I had a good sleep last night, no need for a rest… let me see that accidentally obtained ‘Remnant Page.'”
“Exactly.
My reception is precisely to guide you to the lounge to formally come into contact with the ‘Remnant Page’ stored there… Only you might manage such an eerie object.”
“Yes, I am also very much looking forward to it.”
Guided by Deep House,
They walked through a newly established isolated corridor.
Hiss! Accompanied by the slow opening of the steam and hydraulic iron door at the corridor’s end.
One thought behind would be the lounge… only to find another bottomless passageway.
Passage – iron door – passage – iron door, repeating.
This achieves an absolute isolation effect.
The so-called lounge was constructed in a very deep area.
“The potential danger of the Remnant Page has led to irreversible ‘brain impact’ on a total of 133 people, including the original Out of Control… we have to seal it deep to prevent such effects from spreading, hoping Mr. Goodman understands.”
“No problem, as long as it reaches before noon; a Nap is crucial for me.”