Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!-Chapter 842 - 841: The Pen Can Kill!

The time to leave has finally come. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Standing in the command room and looking at the Anshune Star not far away, Fang Zheng sighed with some reluctance. He had been in this world for almost two months now, during which time Fang Zheng almost had his fleet girl go through all the things left by the Forerunner, taking whatever could be taken, recording whatever could be recorded, and collecting whatever could be collected.

This cosmic journey was the one with the richest harvest for Fang Zheng, but it also consumed the most. Over a hundred Warships of Sea Mist consumed Dimensional Points in this world by the tens of thousands almost every day, not to mention before Fang Zheng had almost depleted half of his stored Dimensional Points to take in the Forerunner’s manufacturing plant and the Ship of Inheritance.

Initially, Fang Zheng wanted to take in the Anshune Star too, but unfortunately, this thing was indeed too expensive. The Dimensional Points Fang Zheng had were simply not enough to absorb such a star, so he had to settle for taking in a small "Aura" instead.

Now, the usable Dimensional Points in Fang Zheng’s hand were basically all used up, with only the last portion of Emergency Points left reserved for various situations, which Fang Zheng would absolutely not touch unless absolutely necessary. Although, looking at the quantity, Fang Zheng could still take in the Shield World if he gambled on using these Points. But Fang Zheng was not a gambler; only with resources on hand can one remain calm. Spending them all might be satisfying, but if anything happened, it would be a real waste.

As for what’s next...

Fang Zheng glanced at the Anshune Star again before retracting his gaze and extending his hand.

"Ratziel!"

Accompanied by Fang Zheng’s call, an Angel capable of changing the world reappeared, gently landing in Fang Zheng’s hand, and then quietly opened. Fang Zheng then extended his hand, taking a feather pen, looked at the blank page in front of him, pondered for a moment, and then slowly began to write on it...

Meanwhile, in some unknown corner of the Milky Way Galaxy, the Missionary was jumping with rage.

He never thought his luck would be so bad.

Initially, the Missionary planned to head to the Wisdom Domain, but then encountered a particle storm... Well, this is a natural phenomenon in the universe, like a tornado, rare but occasionally happens—the same thing had occurred during the Forerunner period. If you encounter it, it’s just bad luck.

Then, due to forcibly interrupting the warp, he and his fleet were thrown into a completely unfamiliar and exceptionally barren, desolate place...

This was also intentional by Fang Zheng; he knew from many accidents where protagonists would fall off cliffs and get Martial Arts Manuals like the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Nine Swords of Dugu. This Missionary’s records showed he had quite a protagonist aura, and Fang Zheng dared not let him follow the Forerunner’s YY novel style, lest he really obtain some Pioneer relic and come back with vengeance, which would be a disaster.

The Milky Way Galaxy was much larger than imagined, and an unexplored area was particularly troublesome even for the Forerunner. The Missionary had been struggling for so long without any progress, and to make matters worse, his luck kept getting worse.

First, he encountered a once-in-a-century Meteor Swarm, which hit his fleet so hard that they were utterly disoriented. Fortunately, Forerunner and Star Alliance technology were well-developed; otherwise, they would have been hit to death.

Before they could even recover, they encountered a solar particle eruption. Sensing danger, the Missionary immediately initiated another warp to leave this hazardous area, and then... they almost got caught in a Black Hole.

After this series of blows, the number of Star Alliance Warships following the Forerunner decreased again, leaving only a few lonely ships. Thankfully, the Star Alliance Soldiers’ faith was strong enough—they even believed that this was the trial they had to endure on their "Great Journey." Otherwise, the Missionary might not have had anyone left under his command.

But how could the Missionary stand this frustration!

"What the hell is going on!"

He walked back and forth on the deck, roaring and exclaiming, never expecting his plan to go so poorly. Although he had experienced many battles and faced worse situations, the current circumstances left him furious.

And just when the Missionary was seething with anger, the voice of a Mechanical Servant suddenly rang out.

"Historical Star Map detected, determining warp route."

"What? Found it?"

Upon hearing the Mechanical Servant’s report, the Missionary immediately felt a surge of joy. He quickly turned his head to look at the command platform and soon saw the Star Map on the screen automatically setting positions.

He had finally come through a tough time!

"Excellent, set the destination to..."

He said while striding towards the command platform, but at that moment, his left foot suddenly snagged his right foot, followed by a "bang," and the Missionary fell headlong onto the deck—never to respond again.

"... Please give the command."

The Artificial Servant perceived no change, still mechanically asking for a command.

Yet the Missionary lay motionless on the ground.

"... Please give the command, Commander."

The Artificial Servant repeated again, but still, the Missionary showed no reaction.

He was already dead.

Just like that.

Seeing the words appearing on the feather page of "Ratziel," Fang Zheng sighed, twirling the feather pen in his hand before stowing "Ratziel" away.

It seems it’s hard to say who is definitely stronger between the Sci-Fi World and the Magic World.

If speaking purely in terms of power, the Sci-Fi World surely has the upper hand; the Forerunners, the Star Alliance—they all possess capabilities sufficient to completely destroy a planet. In the Main World, just one flagship from the Forerunners could obliterate the planet into fragments.

Would the Main World’s primitive Magic Civilization then have no power to resist?

From the present situation, it evidently isn’t the case.

"Ratziel" cannot affect Legendary Rank and above in the Main World, yet here, it can effortlessly and undeniably direct faraway, heavily guarded Forerunners to their deaths without it being detected as anyone’s doing. Because it was an accidental fall caused by something... Whatever it is, if anyone were to autopsy the Missionary, they would only conclude that the deceased suffered immense pressure, in terrible physical condition leading to what not due to unexpected impacts...

No matter how you talk about it, it can’t be tied to murder. At most, it’s just an accidental death.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng also sighed; the Magic Civilization that emphasizes individual strength suffers from serious class stratification leading to low levels of civilization, yet the tech-focused civilization lacks a decisive powerhouse. But thinking about it, if you can cultivate a human-shaped walking nuclear bomb, why bother researching actual nuclear bombs?

But now, the task is complete.

Seeing the system prompt before him, Fang Zheng nodded and then looked at Nymph.

"Nymph, pack the intelligence we organized earlier and send it to the Chief Officer as a little farewell present."

Although Fang Zheng had his fleet girl scour most Forerunner relics within the Milky Way Galaxy, he mostly took scientific research data and knowledge, things that could be replicated. Therefore, Fang Zheng didn’t refrain from leaving some profit for humankind in this world. Not only that, he also had Nymph draft a Star Map, marking all Shield World and Aura locations Nymph detected and clearly outlining areas where Hongmo were imprisoned as warnings. Fang Zheng thought he’d done all he ought to, so if the UNSC chooses to seek death, it has nothing to do with him, right?

"Data transmission complete, Master."

Upon hearing Fang Zheng’s command, Nymph quickly tapped her personal terminal and shortly completed the task, then she spoke to Fang Zheng, who nodded, then waved his hand vigorously.

"Let’s go, we’re heading home!"

At this moment, the task end countdown reset to zero on the system.