Federal Calendar 7708, December 29, afternoon hours.

Central Star Domain, located in one of the nine major cities, "Freedom Main City."

City center area, Stellar Daily Building, 35th floor.

Oliver Beck, stuck in his exclusive interview studio, watched as all the technological equipment in the room lost signal. He let out an exhausted sigh:

"I always feel that since meeting Mr. Loren a few months ago, I haven't had a single smooth day..."

After sighing, he quickly retrieved a pale blue scroll from his spatial storage device.

He looked at the light blue scroll in his hand with some heartache, unable to help but sigh again:

"Ugh... becoming a wanted criminal just for being a journalist..."

"I guess I'll leave behind... a rather special legend... for my colleagues..."

After mocking his own miserable experience, Oliver Beck's gaze sharpened!

He steeled himself and forcefully tore open the light blue scroll in his hand!

"But I have no interest in being locked up in an interrogation room by the Security Bureau..."

As a member of the Beck family and a frontline journalist who had offended many people, Oliver Beck had clearly anticipated this situation long ago and even made some preparations in advance...

The light blue scroll, once torn, transformed into countless pale blue magical runes that drifted and swirled around Oliver Beck...

These light blue magical runes, upon contacting the air, quickly flew toward Oliver Beck's feet and rapidly formed a deep blue magical array on the ground!

"Ugh! This spatial scroll cost a full six million Spirit Stones!"

"I had to rely on many connections to buy it, and I never thought I'd use it here..." Oliver Beck's somewhat pained sigh echoed.

At the same time!

The deep blue magical array shimmering on the studio floor suddenly erupted with an extremely intense burst of energy fluctuation!

Deep blue energy enveloped Oliver Beck's figure!

With a "Riiip!"

A sound like tearing paper abruptly rang out!

The next instant!

This studio became completely empty...

Not only was Oliver Beck's figure gone! Even all the various equipment in the studio, along with years of journalistic materials Oliver had accumulated, were all teleported away by the blue magical array!

Not even a speck of dust was left for the Security Bureau agents!

15 seconds later.

Over a dozen high-ranking agents in Security Bureau uniforms violently kicked open the door to the studio!

"Security Bureau on official business! Mr. Oliver, please cooperate!"

The group filed in!

The belated agents stared at the utterly empty studio—not even a speck of dust remaining—and fell silent...

The lead agent, after a second of silence, quickly raised his hand to press the communicator on his right ear, reporting everything that had happened to his superior:

"Sir! That Oliver guy got away..."

...

"No! Our action team won't take any responsibility!"

"I've already deployed a Legendary-grade spatial lock device in advance according to the capture manual!!"

"I swear by my loyalty to the Federation! The action team did lock down the space around the building as per regulations!"

"But the target still escaped!!"

"This only proves that Oliver guy has a Demigod-level spatial teleportation scroll!!"

"This is the intelligence team's fault!"

"Those good-for-nothing leeches who only take funding subsidies couldn't even dig out such important information!!"

...

"I'll say it one more time, Sir!"

"In this operation! Every single member of our action team bears no responsibility!"

"If you have any objections, Sir, we'll see each other in the internal court!"

"End of report! Goodbye, Sir!"

Inside the studio.

After the argument ended, the lead agent, whose expression was somewhat cold and sharp, sneered contemptuously after disconnecting from his superior!

"Wanting frontline agents to take the fall for those intelligence guys? Dream on!"

"Everyone, listen up!"

"Put on a show, arrest a few low-level reporters symbolically!"

"Then, fall back!"

The agents behind him who heard the order all responded in unison:

"Yes, Team Leader!"

...

Federal Calendar 7708, December 29, afternoon hours.

Beastkin Star Domain.

City of Canbera, nestled between mountains and the sea.

Inside a luxurious private room on the third floor of "Sadia's Private Restaurant."

Loren stared at the portable computer on which the video call had already disconnected, shaking his head with a hint of lingering regret.

"Good luck, Mr. Oliver..." Loren shrugged somewhat apologetically.

After offering a faint blessing to the distant journalist, Loren rose from his chair, turned his head, and looked out the window.

In the distance, the endless blue ocean and the white seagulls soaring through the sky filled his view.

Gazing at the beautiful seaside scenery, Loren spoke in a voice devoid of any discernible emotion, softly asking:

"Mr. Sadia."

"Are you satisfied with this outcome?"

Inside the private room, Cook P. Jones and the other three all held their breaths with practiced ease.

"Don't see me, don't see me..." Loren's temporary teammates all silently chanted this phrase in their minds.

It was still daytime, and Cook P. Jones, in his daytime state, was always very "low-key."

As for Loren's other three teammates, they were always "low-key" in the presence of a Demigod powerhouse...

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Sadia—Oliver Beck's uncle—this Demigod powerhouse, remained remarkably composed in the face of Loren's question.

He casually put away the computer stand and the portable computer that had been set up in the center of the private room, then calmly paced over to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Loren.

The two of them gazed out at the scenery together...

"I am quite satisfied and I accept it, Mr. Loren."

"In today's Federation, if someone wants to be a good journalist, this is a situation he has to face."

"In the past, with the protection of the family, he never felt much pressure."

"I'm very curious to see what kind of person my nephew will choose to become after this incident..."

Upon hearing this, Loren turned to look at the man beside him with a smile on his face.

"It doesn't seem like you're worried that Mr. Oliver might end up in a Security Bureau interrogation room?"

Standing by the window, Sadia nodded to Loren very naturally.

"Members of the Beck family don't have a habit of getting caught."

"In our blood, there has always flowed a longing for freedom..."