Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True-Chapter 133

After a long while, Ye Bai snapped back to reality.

These matters required careful investigation, but the most pressing issue at hand was deciding her next course of action.

Even though she now possessed Black Hole's personal terminal and could theoretically use its remaining credits to exchange for a micro-wormhole to return the way she came, Ye Bai knew she couldn’t go back—at least, not anytime soon.

The moment she had been forced to unleash the legendary spell, Tidal Surge, in the Illusory Sea civilization, she understood the consequences. An incident of that magnitude would undoubtedly prompt an investigation, and it was only a matter of time before the trail led back to her.

For safety’s sake, until things settled, the identity of "Ye Bai" couldn’t reappear within the Stellar Alliance’s sphere of influence. Otherwise, she’d have no way to explain why an A-rank psychic had been sent to capture her—or how she had managed to escape and return unharmed from such a pursuer.

Originally, Ye Bai had planned to cautiously explore the lawless Starry Abyss, relying on her mysterious and unique temporal abilities to find a safe haven where she could grow stronger through the Myriad Realms.

But as she delved deeper into Black Hole’s personal terminal, she discovered something intriguing: it functioned as an unregistered account, with access to special credit-based exchanges. This revelation sparked a new idea—

Just as a personal terminal served as proof of identity within the Stellar Alliance, this device was effectively an entry ticket to the Starry Abyss.

More than that, Ye Bai might even be able to secretly assume Black Hole’s identity and operate undetected in the chaos of the Abyss.

Earlier, in the exchange section, she had recognized one of Black Hole’s frequently used functions—an Unregulated Mimicry for 60 credits. This was the very ability that had obscured Black Hole’s true appearance.

The mimicry could alter gender, height, and even race. Most importantly, since Black Hole had already purchased it, Ye Bai could reuse his template. She wasn’t sure if it would allow her to perfectly replicate his form, but at the very least, it would conceal her own features.

As long as she didn’t slip up, no one would connect her disguised self to her real identity.

The nature of the unregistered terminal, combined with the mimicry’s clear countermeasures against that terrifying Tracking function, made Ye Bai suspect that the Starry Abyss tacitly encouraged this kind of plundering behavior.

For all she knew, this terminal hadn’t even belonged to Black Hole originally—he might have taken it from someone he killed.

After a brief hesitation, Ye Bai decided to proceed with the exchange using Black Hole’s remaining credits.

Black Hole had already demonstrated the terminal’s functions firsthand, and if there were any traps, enemies would have attacked by now.

[Exchange Unregulated Mimicry. Cost: 60 Stellar Credits. Confirm purchase?]

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Stellar… Could that be the name of the underlying system I’m guessing exists?

Lost in thought, she selected Yes.

[Purchase successful! Remaining credits: 261.]

In the next moment, she felt a subtle ripple emanate from the terminal. Looking down at her hands, she saw them now shimmering with an ethereal, shifting radiance.

Beneath the glow, her hands remained functionally the same, but their appearance was in constant flux—unstable, indistinct.

Ye Bai stepped toward a shattered reflective panel and studied her reflection. Her entire visage had transformed.

The figure staring back was featureless—no defining traits in facial structure, body shape, or even species. Strangely, the details of the face seemed to distort perception. At a glance, it was clearly a person with eyes, a nose, and a mouth, but the moment one tried to focus, everything blurred into obscurity.

It was an exact replica of Black Hole’s previous form.

The Unregulated Mimicry was a persistent effect, like wearing a disguise. Once purchased, it remained active until manually deactivated. However, turning it off and back on required repurchasing the ability. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Since Black Hole’s death had presumably deactivated it, Ye Bai had to buy it again now.

The blurred reflection smiled. This successful test meant she had taken the first step toward assuming Black Hole’s identity in the Starry Abyss.

With that settled, Ye Bai meticulously combed through the terminal’s other contents—beyond the three core functions—for anything revealing about Black Hole’s connections or affiliations.

The most critical details would be those hinting at his relationships and organizational ties.

She located Black Hole’s contacts list but found nothing useful.

These were likely individuals he could directly communicate with via the terminal’s network, but every entry was just a codename—no additional notes. Then again, an A-rank psychic’s memory was formidable; he wouldn’t need reminders to recall who was who.

If Black Hole belonged to a faction, he was undoubtedly high-ranking—possibly even its leader. Ye Bai hadn’t forgotten that the most plausible source of his knowledge about her was the Macul Group.

That path was a dead end, so she shifted focus to Black Hole’s transaction history for clues.

Opening the exchange logs, she saw that Black Hole had been a renowned figure among terminal users in the Starry Abyss. Completed missions often garnered praise and flattery from clients.

Beyond that, his exchange rating was remarkably high—

Users posting listings could choose a fixed alias or remain anonymous, while a separate rating system reflected their completed transactions and difficulty levels.

The existence of such a system further suggested an organized framework behind it all.

Black Hole’s rating? A full five stars—the highest Ye Bai had seen so far.

Since the exchange was anonymous, she quickly formulated her next move.

By cross-referencing Black Hole’s past transactions with current listings, she pinpointed a frequently mentioned location: the Geomagnetic Hub.

This was clearly an active hub—somewhere people gathered.

Although Ye Bai was now a B-level psychic and could survive for a month without eating, she had just recovered from injuries. Even after her advancement, the damage lingered. She needed to find a place to replenish her energy, and the unresolved threat of the Black Hole still loomed. Staying on this desolate planet was a passive move—unwise for someone of her intellect.

Soon after, Ye Bai used the Black Hole’s account to post a simple 5-point transaction in the trading zone: providing the coordinates of this planet and offering transport for someone on its surface to the Electromagnetic Transfer Station, with a 24-hour time limit.

The trading zone wasn’t just for high-stakes assassination intel—it also hosted all kinds of small-scale tasks. Using the coordinates logged in the Black Hole terminal, Ye Bai carefully noted the general region of the unnamed barren planet she was on and set the terms and price after referencing similar past transactions.

Originally, Ye Bai had just been testing the waters, prepared to raise the price if no one took the offer.

But the moment the transaction was posted, she was flooded with responses—all eager to accept the task. Most were low-ranked, with the highest being a two-star.

Their replies were both cautious and enthusiastic, boasting about how quickly they could arrive and the superior performance of their ships.

Ye Bai picked one with a fast response time and wording that appealed to her, sealing the deal.

The other party immediately confirmed they were nearby and could reach the target star system within twenty minutes.

Ye Bai raised an eyebrow. It seemed… the Black Hole’s five-star account carried serious weight in the trading zone. There might even be additional implications, but those were questions for another time.

…

They said twenty minutes, but the contractor arrived in just fifteen, pulling up precisely at the coordinates Ye Bai had provided.

By then, Ye Bai had just made it to the vicinity herself.

A small spacecraft appeared in the sky, hovering steadily overhead.

Inside the ship was a four-person crew. From a distance, they spotted Ye Bai on the ground. The blue-skinned woman leading the group immediately warned, "Don’t slack off with this client. This transaction was posted by a five-star heavyweight—five stars! At the very least, a B-level powerhouse!"

One of the crew, a hulking man with giant ancestry, thumped his chest. "Relax, boss. We get it. Won’t scare the little one!"

"Lower the altitude and extend the aerial ladder to bring them aboard."

As the blue-skinned woman gave the order, the rest of the crew couldn’t help but wonder about the identity of this "little one." Then, they saw the figure suddenly stop moving.

Meanwhile, noticing her "ride" had arrived, Ye Bai stretched, extended her psychic energy beneath her feet, and—in the next instant—shot straight into the sky.

The crew stared in shock.

"…B-B-level?!"

Wasn’t this person just connected to a five-star legend? How were they a flying B-level powerhouse? Why would someone like that even need to post a task to hitch a ride on their ship?

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Before they could process it, Ye Bai was already outside the spacecraft, rapping her knuckles against the hull.

"Mind opening the door?" Floating politely in midair, Ye Bai asked—this being only her third time voluntarily boarding a spacecraft.