The Game of Global Mining

Finally, all 300 Dragon Souls were completely attached to Chun, marking the official completion of the current stage.

Chun felt an invisible aura forming around his body, and the space seemed to distort and fluctuate. Could this be the effect of Dragon Mighty?

Now comes the most crucial step, transforming into a dragon!

——Void Storm Druid Profession Prompt: Warning! Once you use the Transformation Technique, a portion of your attached Spirit Bodies will consume a large amount of energy, entering an unknown period of sleep.

Ah!! What about this?

No wonder Crow Master sought the Crow; there are plenty of Crow Spirits, so there’s no worry about sleep interrupting matters next time, huh?

Never mind, I won’t transform now. I’ve been warned about this; transforming into a dragon certainly poses no issues. I’ll save it for critical moments.

Next, it’s time to head to the Ancient Battlefield.

Chun asked, "Queen, are you tired?"

The Queen replied, "Master, I am not tired!"

Ah, you shouldn’t do this... especially before entering dangerous areas, you shouldn’t try to be brave.

Chun decided to just give direct orders: "Let’s first find a safe celestial body and rest for a few hours. I also want to practice the newly learned Void Wind skill."

"Alright, Master, we previously passed by a small celestial body; it’s very safe there."

Chun detected a trace of gratitude in her tone. Feeling inexplicably poignant, he recalled a joke about modern society where bosses are harsher than ancient slave owners. Because cattle and horses were private property of slave owners, they would feel distressed if they fell ill or broke down and hoped for more offspring to encourage reproduction. Modern cattle and horses don’t belong to anyone, so they are used to the point of exhaustion, and there’s no way to reproduce, resulting in fewer numbers...

Then he glanced at the main account that was passionately dealing with the FBI.

The main account also had a string of messages—system prompt: Congratulations! You have shared the clone’s "Void Storm Druid" profession through Soul Link. ...

Good, I thought the main account wasn’t a Void Creature and couldn’t share it due to racial limitations.

Overall, neither the main account nor the secondary account had much for Chun to do now. Checking the time again, it was 3 AM.

As a middle-aged man, he indeed lacked the physical capital to stay up all night; better to hang up, wash up, and go to sleep.

...

Ten Lords Chat Group.

Currently, Michael was feeling inexplicably anxious: "Butler, go and wake up Uriel again."

"Alright, sir."

It had to be said, from last night until now, Uriel had been sleeping for over a dozen hours. For a normal person continuously pulling all-nighters for two to three days, one would think they’d have slept enough. But for Uriel, who maintained himself in a daze with various drugs for a week... perhaps he’d be suited to be a sleep study subject?

Although Michael had already planned the diplomatic plan to first eliminate the Evil God in cooperation with Black Dragon City, it couldn’t move forward without Uriel waking up for cooperation. Otherwise, if he became the ambassador and the Military Department immediately ordered to set out, it would be tantamount to sending him to his death?

Fortunately, the butler finally came to report the good news: "Mr. Uriel is awake! But he’s very hungry."

The group applauded enthusiastically: "Uriel, good morning!"

Michael let out a sigh of relief: "Uriel, just have some milk first, and listen to my plan..."

Sela laughed heartily: "Boss really treats Uriel like cattle and horses!"

Sariel laughed and said, "I think Uriel’s mind is likely blank right now."

Uriel finally came to: "Aren’t we finding an Astrologer or Prophet?"

Michael said, "No need. During your sleep, I tracked and scouted some results."

Metatron let out a long sigh: "I think I might have to find a Prophet."

The group was surprised: "Is something abnormal in Bronze City’s Evil God Secret Cave?"

Metatron said gravely: "There’s indeed something in that aspect, but it’s an indescribable feeling; I still want to go out and look."

Michael said, "Indeed, don’t rely too much on the monitoring center at critical moments, but rather trust your own intuition..."

"Boss is right..."

Actually, just as the Black Dragon City entered the void, triggering a thunderstorm impact across the entire world, Metatron’s cutting-edge monitoring system suffered the greatest impact.

So over the past day, Metatron was basically troubleshooting and fixing faults; then the issue was discovered. In the monitoring system, there was a segment of data whose repair showed abnormalities, but the source of the anomaly was inexplicable—it just didn’t look like the other data.

And the time of this anomalous data was approximately a few days ago... right during the time when 44 Dancing Girls died in their sleep at the biker gang’s dance hall, and the entire city was hunting down Midnight Moore!

Thinking of Midnight Moore, Metatron couldn’t help but wince, invoking painful memories! On realizing that he hadn’t been caught, now he might already have recovered, Metatron felt even more hair-raising!

Overall, the anomaly in this data could only mean someone forcibly altered the surveillance data at the time by breaching the monitoring system!

Only three people had this internal access: himself, City Beauty Tifa, and the chief technician of the monitoring system! However, no monitoring of positions showed City Beauty or the chief technician at the monitoring locations that night. There is proof that Tifa was at the residence that night; the chief technician was in a bar.

Of course, the least likely suspect is Tifa, as she has no motive whatsoever. Adding her to the suspicion list made Metatron feel guilty.

Then it’s external? Externally, capable of this, it could only be the major crimes unit? The second-generation Pirate King? Possibly even an Imperial Spy behind Moore?

Metatron could already affirm that the wanted notice for Moore was actually misdirected—Moore could at most be considered an accessory; the mastermind is yet to be found!

Who is the mastermind? Just thinking about it gave Metatron a headache, so simply let it be Chun. After all, he’d already given false testimony on the stand to convict him, adding one more count for the murder of 44 Dancing Girls also wasn’t a problem. It was Sariel who advocated this at the time, which satisfied Sariel, Gabriel, and the boss was even happier — finally able to send the criminal to his Golden Divine Throne, hence making everyone satisfied~~~

So now Metatron just wanted to find an Astrologer or a Prophet to verify his thoughts.

Bronze City should also have Astrologers, right?

After checking, indeed it does, and it’s similar to streets frequented by gangs like in the Black Iron Dark Alley Area.

Then let’s make a trip.

...

Exhaust Street. The air was hazy, with motorcycles roaring; there were no traffic rules here, and every now and then, a few yellow-haired, red-haired, green-haired bikers would burst through the fog.

On a street corner, an Astrology Shop called "Wheel of Destiny."

Metatron stepped in, as if entering a secondhand junkyard.

An elderly lady with mechanical prosthetic eyes and limbs chuckled: "Welcome, Sage, I knew you would come!"

Indeed, she had a distinct Bronze City look!

Metatron inexplicably took a liking to her: "These days, the Astrology Old Lady in Black Iron City is quite famous, how do you compare to her?"

The mechanical old lady laughed heartily: "As long as I receive the same amount of support, I can ensure I’m not worse than her."

Metatron had witnessed the boss and Sariel playing astrology: "Does support mean intelligence and funding support?"

"That’s absolutely essential."

Metatron directly got to the point: "I just want to predict two things: First, what movements are happening in Bronze City’s Evil God Secret Cave. Second, who really is responsible for the deaths of 44 Dancing Girls a few days ago?"