Dream Witch Manpower Dispatch Company.
On the surface, it operates as a company specializing in hero dispatch services, but it doesn’t actually make money from that. Its real name should be the “Naitemel Infiltration Department.”
The core mission of this department is to infiltrate the Hero Association and gather advantageous intelligence.
Alice, as a top-tier hero and a high-ranking member of the Association… if they could gain her trust, achieving this goal wouldn’t be too far off…
Fran folded a piece of toast and put it in her mouth, chewing as she asked:
“To get close to Alice, do we need to register on the Hero Network?”
“Mhm, Clara’s identity is entirely fabricated. As long as this fake identity can fool the Association, we’ll be halfway through the Association’s door…”
Currently, there aren’t many people on the Hero Network. Plus, she had crossed paths with Alice during the battle at the Expo Center. It might just catch her attention, or even lead to a meeting.
But this approach also had its problems.
“However, the Association will definitely verify identities during registration. I wonder if the fake identity Miss Maya prepared for me back then can withstand scrutiny…”
If it gets exposed during a check, that would be disastrous.
“Nyx can help with that.”
Nyx, who had been silent all morning, emerged from Fran’s phone as a chibi-style hologram. She still had dark skin, a single horn, and white hair, but now she was wearing a maid outfit.
“Since data security relies on AI black-box technology for preservation, the verification step must occur before information is entered.
Their method for verifying a hero’s real identity is essentially just cross-referencing data from the Abyssal Administration Bureau. As long as the verification is done over a network, Nyx can manipulate it.”
Infiltrate the Association’s network system and prepare a fake data packet to send back to the Association.
After all, as a product of super-advanced technology, Nyx was quite confident in her capabilities. Even with the Association’s internal network, she was confident she could tamper with it, coming and going without a trace.
Hmm, we still need to plan the whole thing out…
Fran was about to say something else when Qiexiya was pushed out of the bedroom by Lucia.
Having slept through the night, Qiexiya’s big, wavy red hair was wildly disheveled. Lucia followed behind her, comb in hand, brushing it as they walked, just like a maid.
“Morning, President.”
“Oh… morning…”
Qiexiya, in her groggy state, seemed more docile than usual. While some people have terrible morning tempers, she just obediently sat down at the dining table and sniffed the breakfast on the table.
“Clara, quite the homemaker~”
Saying this, she speared a hard-boiled egg soaking in hot cocoa and ate it as she asked:
“What were you all discussing?”
“Nothing much… let’s eat first.”
This topic wasn’t suitable to discuss in front of Lucia…
Fran planned to discuss it in detail with Qiexiya at the company.
[Nyx has a question.]
[Since all of you are in the dorm, why not use the dorm as the office?]
[You wouldn’t have to carry all these painting supplies back and forth either.]
Clara was brainstorming.
“Damn, they grow so fast.”
Because they were away on a business trip for the variety show livestream, Clara and the others hadn’t been to the company for a week. The plants in the garden showed signs of wild, unchecked growth again.
That’s just how plants are. They seem motionless, but if you leave them alone for a while, they’ll grow everywhere.
On the other hand, her painting skills felt rusty. Just one week without holding a brush, and Clara felt her technique had regressed a bit.
So, as soon as she sat down in the office, Clara set up her drawing table, spread out a sheet of paper, rolled up her sleeves, picked up a brush, and prepared to seriously slack off for the day to regain the painting feel she’d lost…
Even though Nyx could paint things indistinguishable from Clara’s own work, she still had to maintain and refine her own skills. Only then would Nyx be her auxiliary tool. Otherwise, she herself would become the imposter.
Anyway, with no dispatch requests, she had nothing else to do if she didn’t paint.
To boost morale, Clara decided to paint a slightly risque, spicy illustration as practice. Finishing it would be her own reward.
But the female character she’d painted most recently was “Clara.” She couldn’t very well use herself as the model for a spicy pic.
She couldn’t get turned on by herself.
But as for mature women… should she paint Psycho, or Predator?
How about painting a proper portrait of Miss Nangong as a gift? Of course, not a spicy one.
Even though she hadn’t known at the time, she hadn’t visited her when she was hospitalized before…
“Oh, right~”
She turned on her computer and sent an email to Miss Nangong Xiwang:
[Miss Nangong, I’ve returned to Central City. Are you free to meet tonight?]
To make sure she saw it, Clara also sent the same message on Qtak.
While waiting for a reply, Clara began sketching, recalling Miss Nangong’s appearance.
She looked up. Lucia was knocking at the door.
“Mm…”
Clara fumbled, hastily flipping over the sketch.
“Ha, Senior Clara is painting again?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
Thinking about it, Lucia had never met Miss Nangong. There was no need to be so nervous. Acting secretive like this would just make it seem like she was drawing something spicy.
Lucia walked around behind Clara, placing both hands on her shoulders and giving a gentle press.
“Um, Senior, are you free after work today? I wanted to go check on my brother…”
“Huh? Go see your brother? Why?”
Clara asked, but Lucia answered, patting her chest:
“I’m worried! As a sister, even if I don’t move in with her, I need to check on her! A surprise visit!”
“Isn’t it natural to worry about how my brother is living after turning into a woman!”
“Is that really okay? Your brother might have secrets she doesn’t want seen?”
As a good sister concerned about her brother, it was only natural for Lucia to think this way.
But Clara felt like she was being put on the spot.
How to handle this? Pretend not to be home? Should she really ask Mossima to come to the Cheap Rental Apartment and put on an act?
“Um, is it really that urgent?”
Forcing an awkward smile, Clara tried to dissuade her. “Her mental state seemed pretty good yesterday, didn’t it? How about waiting until next week, during the Pioneering Memorial Day?”
“It’s better to do it sooner!”
Lucia was adamant, adding, “Besides, she’s still in Central City today! She might have to go on another business trip to Earth tomorrow! This won’t do. I won’t feel at ease if I don’t go see!”
This girl was really causing trouble like crazy these past couple of days.
Maybe she should use Squill’s phone number to find an excuse to refuse.
Like, say she went on a business trip today?
[Doing so would make Miss Lucia suspicious.]
Right…
The business trip excuse had been used several times already.
“Let’s talk after work. If nothing comes up, I’ll go with you.”
Clara put her off for now.
“Okay!”
Although she didn’t get a definite yes, Lucia still went out with a smile.
At that moment, a reply from Nangong Xiwang came on Qtak:
[I’m free. I’ll head over after I get off work.]
[Let’s meet at your apartment. It’s closer.]
Now this…
She absolutely had to stop Lucia from going to the Cheap Rental Apartment.
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