Chapter 922
Chapter 922 - 908 Simple Task
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The nights in the Foreign Domain were as everlastingly tranquil.
Lu Ping’an’s cabin was very simple, with just a corner filled with an assortment of stone, woody tools, and plant specimens.
These were his spoils from hunting outdoors under the guise of gathering materials, and although it was indeed a means of concealing his identity, as a "Biological Department development team," they also collected a significant amount of research material.
Zoos and botanical gardens had acquired new species, but to produce results of practical combat value still required time... Lu Ping’an, however, took a liking to a local Demonic Ape. It was not only intelligent and strong, but also wonderfully utilitarian—the same ape could be used thrice.
Hungry? Eat its meat. Practicing techniques? Utilize its blood. Raising younglings? Exploit its labor... *cough cough*, whether new species could adapt to the environment was another matter, but Lu Ping’an’s team and he himself had indeed become more mature and stronger during their journey.
Now, even as he himself snored away in the name of "normal sleep hours," his team in the courtyard were accelerating their cultivation with relentless determination, and the researchers were toiling through the night.
After all, although these days seemed to slip by easily and agreeably, everyone knew that each day in the Exotic Realm was actually an exceedingly costly resource...
In the darkness, the wooden clown sculpture on the desk suddenly emitted a faint red light.
The next moment, Lu Ping’an was sitting at the desk... this thing’s communication, it rang directly inside one’s head.
"... Great ’Playful Boy’... damn it..."
Lu Ping’an, thoroughly disgruntled by his interrupted sleep and forced to recite that annoying eulogy, was naturally full of anger.
But when the other end of the connection was the true "Divine Boat," there had to be some basic procedure and courtesy.
"... I understand."
The sculpture flickered for a few minutes, and when the red light faded, Lu Ping’an tossed it aside and went back to sleep.
A task had indeed come down, but since it wasn’t urgent... well, even if it were, it wouldn’t bother him. He would deal with it after a good sleep.
This world, in some sense, was the Feather Tribe’s Resource World and a periphery world, which meant its "defensive strength" was not very high.
When the Divine Boat hung in the sky, as a "believer," Lu Ping’an could engage in short-range communication with it through "faith linkage," and there were also a few of its simple altars here, convenient for transporting a few simple items (including people).
He slept until noon the next day before starting to get busy.
First, he went to the wilds and arranged a simple ritual site, then he gathered some Transport Props... The mission here was so incredibly easy, it lacked any sense of achievement as a spy.
"World B4573, huh..."
The Playful Boy activating this type of "sleeping spy" was certainly not for chitchat; a mission was unceremoniously dropped on him.
In a nearby world, someone had found those betrayers... or rather, the betrayers had found him.
Anyway, they were gone, but they managed to send out the message in time.
"... Looks like it’s not far."
Lu Ping’an checked the briefing, then frowned.
Worlds with a two-digit difference in their codes, not far from This World, but the basic situation was entirely different.
"Suspected military base world, huh..."
Precious minerals, an ample accumulation of combat power, and higher-level Magic Monsters. In comparison to this world, which was akin to harmless farmland,
Unlike this almost defenseless "farm world," that world had its doors wide open... which also meant it was more alert, implying the presence of a large number of the Exotic Races. Moreover, it meant that outsiders crossing the line would suffer genuine reprisals.
"... The Exotic Races there seem free, but in reality, they are severely restricted."
At that moment, Lu Ping’an suddenly realized why his side’s Command Center had dropped many scattered individuals like himself and given them valuable disguise Props, only to leave them idle for almost a month.
Clearly, going into all-out war with the Feather Tribe would be an extremely foolish choice... And if they could really force the local ethnic groups to hand over those people with a "warship," the locals’ dignity would probably be gone.
Maintaining the standoff was indeed a way to give Earthlings a reputation.
But still, the task had to be carried out, those bastards weren’t going to die on their own, and without that happening, the matter couldn’t be concluded.
So, it was better to start by applying pressure... forcing those people to cause chaos among themselves, letting them run around in this untrustworthy multi-world due to unease or fear.
They might leave the official protection of the Feather Tribe on their own accord. After that, it would be simple, take them out, collect their heads, and it would be considered a great victory... That was much easier than butting heads with the Feather Tribe’s regular army.
However, since this was an unexpected incident, there was a definite shortage of "professional spies"... Specific disguise Props weren’t everything, resemblance in appearance alone was meaningless, one slip in language or common knowledge would easily expose a spy’s identity.
To hunt using the identity of the Exotic Races? Uh, that would be as dumb as a blond, blue-eyed person spying in the Eastern Great Nation, with countless eyes watching as you walk down the street, making escape impossible if something went wrong.
So, perhaps a yokel from a Remote World (Feather Tribe) would be a more suitable spy identity.
They had clear Foreign Domain accents and habits, slightly different from the locals, which was also within the realm of comprehension... And those with the Scholar series abilities could perfectly simulate all this in a short time and their abilities would also allow them to obtain an "identity" in a relatively easy Remote World.
For example, Lu Ping’an now had published a book of doggerel that conformed to the local grammar and style... Although it was so bad that even he couldn’t stand it, it seemed to be sung in the City’s Taverns.
Lu Ping’an suspected that, with the literacy rate in this world, any smoothly read verses could be considered prestigious poetry.
Copy some underlying themes, add a local accent, and make it catchy, and it could give people an impressive feeling in this world, lacking in cultural refinement.
The identity of a lousy low-class down-and-out poet suited him well for wandering about... Thus, wandering into another rustic Resource World seemed understandable as well.
Lu Ping’an didn’t know how many similar "sleeping spies" there were, but one or two months was enough for these battle-hardened individuals to come up with a passable "country bumpkin identity."
Such a person, when arriving in the world of their kin, would naturally become a "country bumpkin of the same ethnic group" trying to blend into the local world.
That slightly ignored and distant identity might be very suitable for a professional spy’s actions.
"Damn, this is a strategy in the open..."
Probably the higher-ups knew that the people they had in hiding would do their best to integrate into the local world.
After all, the "benefits" of these worlds themselves were too enticing.
Given the professionals’ character of plucking resources as they passed by, they would certainly scrape up everything they could while ensuring their own safety.
Naturally, those with "disguise Props" would naturally become excellent Infiltrators.
The higher-ups weren’t worried about these people shirking work... As long as the payment was enough, these people would do anything.
"...To do or not to do?"
"There’s no reason not to, is there..."
After some thought, Lu Ping’an considered it might be worth a try.
This wasn’t just about receiving sky-high welfare benefits; this was a "political task"...
"...But there’s no rush, first let’s scavenge this area until there’s nothing left to improve!"
Checking the time, there was still a moment to spare, so Lu Ping’an continued to work overtime.
No matter whether he went to that world to carry out the assassination mission or not, he might as well deplete the resources here first.
"What’s in the pocket is what’s real!"
— End of Chapter 922 —