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Chapter 47 - What Did That Shorty Just Say?

Damn it—what exactly was this thing in his hands?

A Plasma Spark Tower blueprint.

The instant Evan obtained it, the entire structure, internal logic, and design principles were fully analyzed in his mind.

The Plasma Spark Tower, also known as an Artificial Star—

A construct created specifically for Planet Ultra, a world that had lost its sun.

At the moment the tower was activated, something irreversible happened.

Every human on that planet underwent mutation.

Their bodies twisted, expanded, and evolved—

Until they became the giants later known as the People of the Land of Light.

Evan pondered this as he looked toward the distant Everwinter Ridge.

Then his gaze shifted to the nearby Belobog Administrative District—Fort Qlipoth.

At this time, Bronya, accompanied by Seele, had already taken March 7th, Stelle, and Dan Heng down to the Underworld.

As for Evan—

He had come from the Underworld in the first place, and had zero desire to go back.

After all, every treasure chest there had already been emptied.

And the hidden chests?

All still tied to Jarilo-VI itself.

Honestly, it was headache-inducing.

Still… not bad.

The technology behind the Plasma Spark Towercould permanently resolve Belobog's eternal frost disaster.

The only issue—

How to build it.

And how large it should be.

If Evan used his authority to directly construct it—

The people of Belobog would never truly value it.

Only by building it with their own hands would they cherish the future it created.

And besides—

Once the frozen land thawed, a bigger problem would emerge.

The Antimatter Legion, sealed beneath the permafrost, would awaken.

Judging by Jarilo-VI's historical resistance—

Belobog, as it was now, might not be able to withstand them.

So…

Bzzz—

Bzzzz—

Bzzzzzz—

Just as Evan was thinking about Jarilo-VI's fate after his departure—

He sensed a vibration coming from the small card he'd tossed into his Imaginary Space.

It sounded like… a personal device buzzing.

Hm?

This Genius Society ticket had call functionality?

Curious, Evan took it out.

Strictly speaking, the ticket wasn't really a "card."

It was a strange artifact, interwoven with green and red patterns.

At its center was a small symbol—

An Interastral Sensory Beacon.

Don't let its appearance fool you.

This thing had changed one of the universe's most terrifying laws.

Its inventor had been dead for centuries.

Originally, it was meant to solve communication problems among geniuses.

But geniuses were arrogant creatures—communication was rare.

The technology was ignored.

Only centuries after Elias Salas passed away did the Intelligentsia Guild finally recover and reproduce it.

And even then, it took them ages.

That was the difference between mediocrity and genius.

Honestly, every member of the Genius Society was absurd.

Seat #76, Screwllum — his mere induction caused the IPC to abandon plans of exterminating mechanical life.

Seat #84, Stephen Lloyd — toys he made casually could shatter existing scientific frameworks.

Oh right.

He was Seat #85, wasn't he?

Back at the Goethe Hotel, Evan held the admission ticket once more.

The buzzing was unbearable.

Injecting Imaginary energy into it—

A blinding light instantly enveloped him.

A door appeared.

Behind it lay the gathering place of the Genius Society.

Creeeak—

Creak—

He pushed it open.

Light swallowed him again.

When Evan regained his senses, a magnificent banquet hall stretched out before him.

Using his Herrscher authority, he could tell immediately—

This was not part of the main plane.

It felt like a corner torn from reality itself, hidden somewhere in the universe by an unimaginably powerful being.

As the light faded, Evan finally took in the scene—

And the figures seated throughout the hall.

The space was vast.

Yet only a handful of geniuses were present.

That petite girl standing with hands on her hips—

Dressed in a black lolita outfit, wearing a beret—

Who else could it be but Herta?

Standing opposite her was the mechanical head of Screwllum, the mechanical lifeform.

"Oh! The eighty-fifth genius finally shows up?"

"The old man's club ticket has been buzzing you for ages."

"I thought you didn't even know how to use it."

"..."

What… are you even saying?

As Evan stood there confused, a quiet figure beside him handed over something resembling an earbud.

He put it on—

And instantly understood.

An Interastral Sensory Beacon.

Upgraded many times over the years—some implantable, some wearable.

This one was a wearable model, similar to a Bluetooth earpiece.

In form, it wasn't much different from a Void Terminal headset.

At last, Evan could hear clearly.

"…So what did that shorty just say?"

Evan asked calmly.

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