Dimensional Hotel
Chapter 330 Breakthrough in Progress

Chapter 330: Chapter 330 Breakthrough in Progress

Now, Luna also has an ID card.

However, at the moment it seems that other than being used to register as a member of the travel agency and set up online accounts, her ID card doesn’t have much use—after all, the appearance of this Artificial Saintess is too conspicuous, making it even harder for her to go out than Erin. At least Erin can be held in Hu Li’s arms or packed in a tote bag, but for Luna, who’s over two meters tall, going out means she’d have to be wrapped up tightly like cosplaying as an Astartes...

Of course, Luna herself actually has no interest in going out; her biggest interest is finding a spot at home where she won’t be in the way, and just standing there until she freezes, only to reboot temporarily when someone comes around.

To be honest, Yu Sheng really wants to change this situation, not because he’s meddlesome or wants to plan hobbies for others, but because he feels Luna’s state of freezing in some corner anytime and anywhere is not conducive to her "rehabilitation." More importantly, he always felt that if she stayed this way for too long... she’d become less and less "human."

After Ren Wenwen finished registering Luna, she left. Yu Sheng didn’t give this shipper any chance to discuss "creations," and then he called Luna over to discuss personal interests seriously with her.

"You need to find things to do every day," Yu Sheng said seriously, "it’s beneficial for your ’rehabilitation’—you’ve been trapped in the constraints of an ’Artificial Saintess’ for too long, now you need to retrieve your ’human’ side. Think about it, is there really nothing you want to do?"

Luna seriously began to think, and this time she thought for a long time—so long that one might suspect she had frozen again.

But just as Erin was about to knock on her shell with a screwdriver, Luna suddenly broke the silence.

"I want a piece of land," she said hesitantly.

"A piece of land?" Yu Sheng raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Yes, to plant wheat," Luna nodded slowly, then, perhaps worried that Yu Sheng might misunderstand, she added, "a vegetable plot, for the children, can’t be touched."

Yu Sheng finally understood.

Luna did have something she wanted to do, but she was worried she was asking for too much—a piece of land was extremely precious in the heart of this "countryside Saintess" who had walked out of the village.

She still remembered the wheat fields of her hometown—and the memories of working in the fields.

Yu Sheng laughed; no wonder Luna had wandered aimlessly to the vegetable plot near the town after leaving the Holy Coffin room back then and even "stole" the kids’ labor class assignments.

"Of course," he said with a smile, "there’s a large piece of cultivated land between the town and the teleportation hub, which I left for myself. I’ve planted many things there, and there’s a plot that’s temporarily vacant, so I can give it to you."

He noticed that the "Artificial Saintess" in front of him was visibly delighted, and he even heard a gentle hum from inside her body.

"Thank you," she bowed her head, her posture elegant and solemn.

Yu Sheng waved his hand, and just then, his phone rang again.

This time it was Baili Qing calling.

Ignoring Erin’s mutterings of "You’re quite busy today," he casually answered the call, and before he could speak, he heard Baili Qing’s distinct calm voice: "Is the registration process complete?"

"Ah, it’s done, went smoothly, Ren Wenwen just left," Yu Sheng said casually, but he felt that Baili Qing wouldn’t call just for such a trivial matter, "Is there something up?"

Sure enough, Baili Qing’s next words made him stand up directly.

"If you have time, come to the Special Service Bureau—a breakthrough in the interrogation of the cultists, a member of the sect has spoken up—he mentioned the Ankaela Crystal in his confession."

"What? Ankaela Crystal?!" Yu Sheng blurted out and then unhesitatingly agreed, "Okay, I’ll head over right away, directly to your office!"

No sooner had he spoken than Erin on the coffee table and Hu Li, who was dozing on the cushion, both shot up, clearly shaken by the word "Ankaela." With her sharp hearing, Hu Li, who had heard Baili Qing over the phone, twitched her ears and said, "How is that sect still connected to the Ankaela Crystal?"

"I don’t know, but we need to head over there. You two should come along too," Yu Sheng said quickly, then noticed Luna standing by and hesitated for a moment before nodding, "You should come along too—but later, if we happen to see the sect member, you’ll have to hold back, we’re trying to extract intel from them."

Luna nodded, and Yu Sheng immediately opened the door leading to Baili Qing’s office.

The next second, the entire travel agency team walked into the Special Service Director’s office—Baili Qing was standing in front of that massive oval desk, waiting for Yu Sheng and his companions.

She was quite accustomed to Yu Sheng’s "arrive-in-the-next-second" style and pace; she just nodded lightly at the familiar faces in front of her, then her gaze fell on the new member of the travel agency.

Her pale gray eyes that seemed faded fixed on Luna for several seconds before she calmly withdrew her gaze and nodded gently.

"Let’s head directly to the Containment Zone."

The place where the members of the cult were detained and interrogated was the "Dangerous Individuals Containment Zone," previously used for detaining Angel Sect members. Yu Sheng was quite familiar with this place.

This group followed Baili Qing to the depths of the Containment Facility and was taken into a special room.

The room was sparsely furnished, with only a few tables and chairs, surrounded by walls made of metal. As Yu Sheng and the group entered, one metal wall quickly shimmered with a faint blue glow and soon became almost transparent, revealing the scene in the interrogation room next door.

A cultist with a pale face, wearing heavy restraints, with electrodes attached to his head, sat in the center of the interrogation room. Two beams of light shone on him, while an interrogator sat in the shadows not far away.

Yu Sheng glanced back at Luna, who followed him.

Luna stood there quietly, unmoving, her gaze locked onto the figure sitting in the center of the interrogation room.

"I... I have answered many things as requested..." the speaker in the observation room relayed the voice from next door. The pale-faced cultist began to speak slowly in a somewhat weak voice, "I’m just a technician... I don’t have access to many secrets."

"You know very well how many secrets you can access," the shadowy figure spoke, and this voice, though calm, clearly made the cultist in restraints shiver, "Betrayal only requires a beginning—now, cooperation is your only way out."

"...Okay, okay, I understand..."

Listening to the voices coming from next door, Yu Sheng sat down on a chair in front of the observation window.

He heard Baili Qing saying something into the communicator, after which the interrogator’s voice came through the speaker.

"Tell us more about the ’Ankaela Crystal’—the ’Angel Catalyst’ as you call it. What is its function?"

The cultist in the chair lifted his head, glanced towards the direction of the observation window, and although he couldn’t see the situation on this side, it was clear that he guessed that some important figures were observing the interrogation’s progress. But this person, whose will had already been crushed by various "technical methods," merely lifted his head quickly to look, then immediately lowered it obediently:

"The ’Angel Catalyst’ is key to repairing the world... The Supreme Saint saw it in the afterglow of truth and received enlightenment thereby. This substance can puncture the ’lesions’ throughout our flawed universe, much like a Dark Angel piercing the ’shell’ of the world. The ’Angel Catalyst’ left behind after an Angel Fall has similar powers... This force is mighty and dangerous but, like a surgical knife, can also be used for healing."

Sitting behind the observation window, Yu Sheng frowned and turned to Baili Qing, "This is sounding cryptic... can they speak plainly?"

Usually indifferent, Baili Qing seemed a bit helpless at this moment, "Just bear with it; this is the ’speaking plainly’ effort from these madmen."

Yu Sheng twitched his eye slightly, and then heard a voice coming again from next door—

"What do you mean by ’lesions’ you mentioned earlier?"

"Defects, errors, the root of world diseases—people get sick, and so does the world," the cultist immediately answered, although being interrogated, at the mention of these almost "doctrinal" contents to him, his mental state noticeably improved, "Exotic Realms are lesions, space-time collapse points caused by Angel invasions are lesions, heretical nests are lesions, Boundary Land is also a lesion."

"Boundary Land is also a lesion?"

"Yes, Boundary Land is also a lesion—and it is the largest one," the cultist said without hesitation, "And just like ’entities’ are pus flowing out from the lesion of Exotic Realms, you ’Boundary City people’ are like pus flowing out from the lesion of Boundary Land, poisoning the entire universe, leading our world into disease..."

The interrogation room fell silent for two seconds.

"It’s what the doctrine says," the cultist suddenly added, "I’m reporting truthfully."

"It doesn’t matter; I’ve heard many extreme doctrines, no one cares for a madman’s ramblings," the interrogator in the shadows maintained a calm tone, "You were saying, collapse points caused by Angel invasions are also lesions? So you believe that the Dark Angels are factors causing the world’s ’illness’?"

"Certainly, the Dark Angels are major enemies, foreign bacteria, corroding the originally healthy parts of the universe, producing new lesions, and worsening old ones—it’s self-evident."

"But at the same time, you are seeking the power of ’Angel Catalyst’? Seeking healing methods from enemies—is this not contradicting what you’ve just said?"

The cultist in the interrogation room remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he slowly lifted his head, with a certain firmness resembling faith in his eyes.

"Using poison to treat poison is a method that has to be adopted when the disease is too far gone."