Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Baisha flew to the back streets late at night to retrieve her new light computer.

On her way, she messaged Zhou Xiang and found out he had already received his light computer.

Baisha: "You're still awake this late?"

Zhou Xiang responded with a low "Hmm": "Can't sleep."

Since Ning Hongxue left, he had been in this state, though it was better than before. Before Ning Hongxue's visit, Zhou Xiang spent his days in a daze, unwilling even to step outside; now, at least, he was willing to go out and clear his mind.

Baisha asked, "When did you get the new light computer?"

"Just an hour ago, it was delivered to my door," Zhou Xiang replied.

Baisha: "???"

Why did Zhou Xiang get the convenience of home delivery while she had to go to some godforsaken corner in the back streets to pick hers up?

However, all her dissatisfaction vanished the moment she got her hands on the new light computer.

Happily carrying the new device back to the orphanage, Baisha sat on her bed and began to unbox it.

The light computer was encased in a black metal box. Pressing a switch on the front, several horizontal cracks appeared on the metal sides, which then autonomously segmented and began to rotate, unfolding like a metallic flower, ultimately forming a three-tiered tray.

The first layer contained the light computer's user manual. The contents included the model, performance, and usage rules of the light computer, as well as maintenance and repair guidelines. However, Baisha couldn't find any manufacturer's name or address, nor any contact information for after-sales service in the manual. Apart from a silver-black World Tree emblem on the title page, there was no other information – almost like a no-brand product.

Baisha: "..."

The second layer held a thin, indestructible card made of an unknown material. It looked like an ordinary piece of paper but couldn't be crumpled or torn. Written on it in a bold and elegant hand were eight characters: "Endlessly striving, vigilant at dusk."

Baisha: "?"

Baisha recognized this as a quote from the I Ching, encouraging diligence and caution. But the original phrase is "The noble man is endlessly striving and vigilant at dusk, without fault." If this was a gift card from the light computer manufacturer, then the paternal tone was a bit too strong, more like a high-handed admonition. Baisha doubted the manufacturer would intentionally provoke their customers this way. She had a good idea who was behind this unusual gift card.

She decided to ignore the card.

The last layer of the metal box finally revealed the light computer itself.

The main body of the light computer was not large, a sleek and thin ring-shaped device in silver-white. Unlike the usual light computers on the market, it had no physical screen, seemingly operating entirely on holographic projection.

It resembled a minimalist, understated piece of jewelry—its surface adorned with a gentle silver sheen, eye-catching yet not overly so.

Baisha delightedly placed the light computer on her wrist and opened the user manual, eager to learn how to operate this new device.

The first step was to recite a specific activation command to bind her voiceprint. The command, which could be set at the time of purchase, was the phrase on the second layer of the metal box's gift card.

Baisha: "..."

With an expressionless face, Baisha quickly recited, "Endlessly striving, vigilant at dusk."

The light computer acknowledged the command but requested Baisha to repeat it three more times to collect sufficient voiceprint data.

Baisha: "..."

Ning Hongxue, you really did it this time!

Rolling her eyes but remaining focused, Baisha repeated the phrase three times. The light computer responded in a soft mechanical female voice, "Please bind your complete physiological information and identity ID."

Perhaps to ensure the light computer's security and privacy, Baisha then bound her facial information, eye scans, fingerprints, and other identifiable data. After entering her identity ID – a unique federal citizen number – the light computer confirmed the binding was complete.

A faint silver-lit projection screen appeared in front of Baisha.

On examination, Baisha found that the light computer had all the standard functions and even more advanced ones. But at the bottom of the screen, there was a large option: "Connect external devices?"

Baisha instantly realized why this light computer was worth two hundred thousand.

It essentially served as a portable, lightweight main unit for a holographic simulation chamber, compatible with various types of external sensory devices. Just by connecting a basic set of sensory devices, it could transform into a low-spec holographic simulation chamber!

As for external sensory devices, a high-end set on Lanslo Star cost only two to three thousand star coins, offering up to 80% realism in auditory, visual, and tactile sensations, though lacking in olfactory capabilities.

For Jingyi, using this light computer with sensory devices for fighting might offer a slightly lesser experience. But for Yanning's needs, it was more than sufficient – after all, command and control rarely require the use of one's nose.

Baisha opened the "Device Connection Mode" and indeed found two options: "Free Link" and "Immersive Connection."

"Free Link" allowed the selection of external sensory devices, while "Immersive Connection" was for connecting to a holographic simulation chamber.

Holographic simulation chambers in schools were usually offline or only operable within a local network. This was because the internet access license for such chambers was extremely expensive, and they weren't intended for students to browse online leisurely, hence the lack of internet functionality.

However, this new light computer could connect to the internet – as long as it was linked to an idle holographic simulation chamber, users could immediately experience immersive online activities!

This feature was incredibly practical.

Baisha marveled at Ning Hongxue's generosity for gifting her such a high-end light computer.

She wasn't planning to buy a holographic simulation chamber yet, as she might be able to use the school's in the future. But she had a set of sensory devices from Teacher Holman, a birthday gift she had given him after earning some money. He loved using it to play various military-themed single-player games.

Baisha, determined, went to knock on Teacher Holman's door with a lantern in hand.

"Hmm...? What's up at this hour?" Holman, drowsy and wrapped in a blanket, yawned widely.

"Teacher, I'd like to borrow your sensory equipment," Baisha requested, her blue eyes twinkling with excitement. Holman frowned in silence for a moment, then flicked her forehead gently.

"It's two in the morning, Baisha. Do you have school tomorrow?"

Baisha matter-of-factly said, "Then you could ask for a day off for me, saying I'm sick."

Holman looked puzzled.

Baisha: "Never mind that, just lend me the equipment."

Holman chuckled lightly, "Do you think I'm the kind of teacher who spoils students?"

Baisha: "Then that time you left me in the underground cave—"

"Shh! Shh!! Alright, alright, little ancestor, don’t let anyone else hear. Sensory equipment, right? Wait, I’ll get it for you." Holman quickly went back to his room, packed the equipment in a bag, and tossed it to Baisha like a bomb, looking displeased. "But I won't ask for a day off for you. Last time I took you out for a week, Joan Pickle nearly tore me apart. If you want to skip school, figure it out yourself." He then closed the door as if avoiding the plague.

Baisha: "..."

Baisha shrugged. It was the same if Jingyi asked for a leave on her behalf tomorrow.

Happily taking the external sensory device to her room, Baisha carefully locked the door, drew the blinds to avoid all distractions, and excitedly put on the device, selecting "Connect Device" on her cyber-brain.

Buzz—

A light hum echoed in her ears, and a whirl of colorful lights flashed before her eyes. She opened her eyes to find herself falling from an endless silver track, finally landing in a pure white space.

"Militech-cr04 chip loaded," a soft female mechanical voice echoed in the space. "Would you like to read?"

Baisha then remembered that Ning Hongxue said this cyber-brain would also be equipped with military technology chips to help them prepare for military school.

"Read," Baisha said.

A blue progress bar instantly appeared in front of her. After about thirty seconds, the chip was fully loaded, and the pure white space she was in changed, with several floating white frames appearing in the air.

The chip offered many courses, including simulated combat, command, shooting, and even mech simulation driving and basic maintenance!

Baisha was genuinely surprised.

...What exactly was this chip?

At that moment, the gentle female mechanical voice sounded again, asking Baisha to continue with the first-time startup tutorial process.

"This is your 'Starting Point,' your personal space. You can freely set the environment, lighting, atmosphere, and other elements here. There are also many ready-made items in the modeling library for you to add at will. Please try modifying the environment settings of the 'Starting Point' and rename it."

This space was essentially the standby interface used each time she entered.

Baisha browsed the background library, which included natural landscapes like deserts, oceans, canyons, and waterfalls, as well as culturally related scenes like the vastness of space, smoky cities, and pastoral countryside. She could freely set the season, decide whether to have falling flowers or snow, thunder or rain, and even a meteor shower.

Beyond the large backgrounds, the space could also be designed as enclosed spaces like gardens, living rooms, or bedrooms. However, the furnishings were merely simple models with limited interactive features. For example, beds could be lain on, chairs sat in, and TVs watched; but teapots couldn’t be moved or filled with water, wardrobes couldn’t be opened, and the clothes inside couldn’t be worn, and plants couldn’t be touched... Decorative value far outweighed practical use. Who would really want to live in such a "bug-filled" space? Baisha attempted to set up the space as a reception room, failed miserably, and ended up setting the background to a vast, bare grassland with just a solitary chair.

Baisha named her space "Daily Earning."

The cyber-brain also prompted her to set access permissions for friends. She then realized her friends' list was empty.

At that moment, music played, and the system notified Baisha of an incoming friend request. The username was "Dianyu Luoshanlan," with a mountain as the avatar.

This style, this name – it had to be Zhou Xiang.

Baisha accepted the request and opened access to her private space for Zhou Xiang, pulling him in.

After a ripple in the air, Zhou Xiang's figure appeared in front of her.

Zhou Xiang, looking at the barren green grassland before him, then at the "Daily Earning" sign floating above Baisha's head, fell into a brief silence.

"You're still awake at this hour," Baisha greeted him with a smile. "It's surprising that you only now decided to get a new cyber-brain after being on Lanslo Star for so long. Is this what you used to play with?"

Zhou Xiang nodded, but seemed unsure how to continue the conversation. He shifted the topic: "The military technology chips Uncle Ning installed for us are the latest version. Have you tried them?"

Baisha shook her head to indicate she hadn't.

"These courses are pretty basic, especially regarding mech operation. But there's no helping it, the best feel for a mech comes from real experience. Simulating in a false space is only suitable for basic instruction for beginners," Zhou Xiang opened the 'Mech Simulation Driving' course list, flipping through it and said, "I finished these courses when I was six. For other Zhou family children, it's mandatory to complete these basics before turning ten. But they all prefer practicing in real mechs, not wasting any opportunity to sharpen their senses."

Baisha: "..."

Sometimes, the gap between people in this world is even greater than the difference between humans and pigs.

But Zhou Xiang wasn't saying this to show off.

He looked up, his features as serene and graceful as an ink painting:

"Once you're admitted to the Central Military Academy, the school will assign you a mech. Rest assured, it will be at least a super-S class. The mechs used for practice by heirs of noble families are usually A-class, a world apart from S-class. Only core heirs of major families with strong personal abilities have the chance to get an S-class mech early on—but such individuals are few across the entire Federation," Zhou Xiang paused, looking into Baisha's eyes, "So, once you join the academy, you will still be among the best of them."

In the Interstellar Federation, possessing supreme psychic power talent can perfectly transcend class barriers.

Zhou Xiang said this to reassure Baisha. What he didn’t mention was that S-class talents from civilian backgrounds were rare in the history of the Central and Saint Cyr Military Academies, and almost non-existent in the last decade.

Moreover, his uncle said that Baisha's psychic power was no less than his.

Due to years of 'hyper-sensing,' Zhou Xiang's psychic power had been consistently at a double-S level. This is already the peak of psychic power known to humanity. The only ones who might surpass this level are possibly from the Ares family of the Empire.

The Empire has nobles with psychic power at a triple-S level, especially the imperial family, who almost every generation stabilize at triple-S level, or even higher. This is a realm beyond technological detection and human estimation. Although all referred to as "triple-S level," there is a clear difference in actual combat between the imperial family and the nobility. The Interstellar Federation, as the old rival of the Empire, knows this all too well. The Empire’s royal family and nobility should not be viewed as the same.

In short, his uncle said that Baisha's psychic power was also around the double-S level.

Her entry into the military academy would surely cause a sensation, but it would also put many opportunities, which others could only dream of, into her hands, even affecting the situation of the entire Interstellar Federation.

Such a Baisha should not be troubled by "lack of money."

Zhou Xiang earnestly advised, but Baisha took these words as mere comfort between friends.

She nodded, sighed, and patted Zhou Xiang's shoulder: "Let's talk about these things in the future. Let me check the course list in the chip again. Huh? Strange. Why are there only three lessons in the mech maintenance course?"

The list for the mech simulation driving course was quite extensive, but there were only three lessons for mech maintenance.

The first lesson covered the structure and components of the mech, along with some basic operational principles.

The second lesson covered the classification of mechs, the common damages and malfunctions that occur during combat.

The third lesson discussed how a mech soldier can build a harmonious and friendly relationship with a mech engineer.

Baisha: "?"

Zhou Xiang glanced at her: "For a mech soldier, practical operation is most important. If a mech really has a problem, it’s usually solved by a professional mech engineer. These three lessons are sufficient for mech soldiers."

Baisha felt a bit disillusioned, turning to Zhou Xiang: "But my ambition is to be a mech engineer."

Zhou Xiang: "?"

Zhou Xiang: "..."

"I never mentioned this to you?" Baisha said weakly. "Right, I completely forgot to mention it."

"Your ambition is to be a mech engineer?" Surprise was evident in Zhou Xiang's eyes. "But you haven't had much experience with mechs before."

Unlike mech soldiers, becoming a mech engineer requires a more solid foundation, usually pursued by those immersed in mechs from a young age. Of course, there are also talented individuals from mechanical fields who switch careers... While mech engineers, like mech soldiers, require a high level of psychic power, the difficulty is several times greater.

"Is it still possible for your uncle to arrange a chip specialized for training mech engineers?" Baisha asked hopefully, her spirits lifted slightly.

Zhou Xiang’s lips were dry, and he hesitated: "Such a chip... is hard to come by."

Mech design information is a monopolized resource of the Federation. If such a chip for mech engineer training exists, it would only be found in places like the National Knowledge Institute, military academies, or in the hands of certain special individuals. Like his brother, Zhou Ying — Zhou Ying should have such a chip.

Zhou Xiang suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.

Ever since the encounter with the Ghost Bug on Hanbo Star, Zhou Xiang had not considered contacting his brother, Zhou Ying. He claimed it was for Zhou Ying’s benefit, but deep down, it was for his own sake.

Of course, with him, the elder brother, out of the way, Zhou Ying’s path to becoming the heir would be smoother. But as his brother, did he really not know what Zhou Ying wanted?

Initially, he didn’t contact Zhou Ying because he felt it unnecessary. After miraculously suppressing his psychic contamination, what he did was all about avoidance – avoiding entanglements with the Zhou family and avoiding concern from Zhou Ying.

Ning Hongxue said, as an uncle, he couldn’t show favoritism to any nephew and respected Zhou Xiang's decisions. But as a family member, such a departure without notice was clearly irresponsible.

Ning Hongxue's words had once subtly tipped the scales in Zhou Xiang's heart, making him consider returning to the Zhou family. Now, Baisha's desire to become a mech engineer shook his resolve again.

After all, Zhou Xiang was a mech soldier, not an engineer. He couldn't help Baisha.

"...Actually, my younger brother is quite skilled at designing mechs," Zhou Xiang said. "Maybe I can introduce you to him."

"Aren’t you reluctant to contact your brother?" Baisha noticed his struggle, saying, "Every family has its own difficulties. I understand yours. You don’t need to trouble yourself for this." Without the chip, she still had the Mech Engineer Forum. Hadn’t she always managed that way?

Yet Zhou Xiang felt a bit guilty. He frowned slightly in thought, then said, "There’s another place that might help you in your studies."

"What place?"

"The Mech Engineers' Alliance Conference."

Baisha: "Is there such a place? I’ve never heard of it."

"Because it’s not an organization active in the real world," Zhou Xiang's gaze drifted over the green grassland, feeling Baisha's choice of background wasn’t bad – open and expansive, helping to open the mind. "The Mech Engineers' Alliance Conference is established in 'Unbounded City.' It's a virtual city developed from holographic space interactions, where everyone interacts face-to-face online under false identities. There are many similar virtual social spaces on the Star Web, but the unique aspect of 'Unbounded City' is ‘no discrimination based on origin or race’ – and everyone walking in 'Unbounded City' has psychic power."

"No discrimination by race?" Baisha repeated thoughtfully. "Does that mean there are people from the Empire there too?"

Zhou Xiang nodded.

"Unbounded City," the name was apt. But the entry requirement of possessing psychic power already destined "Unbounded City" to be a paradise for only a select few.

Baisha suddenly thought of another question: "Does the Interstellar Federation allow the existence of such virtual cities?"

"The Federation once considered banning citizens from entering Unbounded City but faced strong resistance," Zhou Xiang explained. "When the Federation discovered its existence, many had already established a foothold in Unbounded City. Asking them to give it up would be like handing over the entire city to the Empire. Coincidentally, the military's attempt to take over Unbounded City also failed, and since the Federation has always lacked information about the inner workings of the Empire, Unbounded City became a good place for intelligence gathering. So, they had no choice but to acknowledge its existence. Now, Unbounded City is filled with the military’s eyes and spies. The Federation government has even established a 'Special Situations Office' outside Unbounded City to weed out criminals hiding there and traitors leaking Federation secrets."

The situation sounded headache-inducing.

"The Mech Pilots Alliance Conference is an organization where all mech pilots freely exchange ideas," Zhou Xiang explained. "As long as it doesn't delve too deeply into military mechs, there usually aren't any major issues."

In fact, the Mech Pilots Alliance Conference is the least regulated by the federal government.

Why? Because the empire's technology in manufacturing mechs far surpasses that of the federation, and it's been a long time since the federation produced any world-renowned genius mech pilots. They even hope that more empire mech pilots will join the alliance conference to exchange ideas, potentially uncovering new technologies.

Bai Sha touched her chin, clearly intrigued, "How do we enter the City of No Boundaries?"

"Actually, we already have a pass to the City of No Boundaries," Zhou Xiang said, pointing to a World Tree pattern on the bottom right corner of the holographic panel. "Though I don’t know how my uncle managed it—when we received the holographic brain, the pass was already there."

Bai Sha recalled the World Tree symbol she saw in the manual, thinking there was probably more to it. The holographic brain they received might also be a product of the City of No Boundaries' technology.

"Are you ready to enter the City of No Boundaries?" Zhou Xiang asked Bai Sha. "The first visit there can take some time. If you're not ready, we can go another day."

Bai Sha wanted to explore many new features of the holographic brain, but none of her desires were as compelling as the allure of the Mech Pilots Alliance Conference.

"Wait for me a moment."

Bai Sha hurriedly logged off, left a note on Jing Yi’s door asking her to request a day off on her behalf, then rushed back to her room, reopened the holographic brain, equipped the external sensory device, and lit up the World Tree icon.

[New World—City of No Boundaries, Loading Map...]

[Please construct a new avatar.]

A humanoid figure enveloped in holy light appeared in front of Bai Sha.

Bai Sha remembered Zhou Xiang telling her that in the City of No Boundaries, everyone's avatar face is randomly generated by the system based on their real appearance. This close yet subtle connection to the real world is a special rule of the City of No Boundaries. The new avatar can be finely adjusted, including height, body shape, age, muscle, skin color, etc., along with diverse hairstyles and outfits, leaving much room for creativity. Everyone tries to make their avatars as different as possible from their real appearance to avoid recognition, with three most effective methods: changing skin color, age, and body shape.

It’s also possible to change gender—provided you know how to conceal your real gender.

Looking at her randomly generated new avatar, Bai Sha, who used to love creating characters in games, didn't want to make herself look unattractive. She first increased her age by ten years, set her height to 1.8 meters: a pale-skinned, long-haired woman appeared before her. She began to fine-tune the facial features based on the avatar's aura. Raising the eyebrows a bit, sharpening the eye contours, thinning the lips, slightly turning down the corners of the mouth...

Until she accidentally pressed the "gender change" button.

A streak of light flashed by, and suddenly a tall, long-haired male appeared before her. His skin was as flawless as jade, his features finely sculpted like a work of art. His silver-gray hair cascaded down his back, and the deep blue of his eyes seemed slightly altered, a metallic cold light dancing within, creating a fearsome beauty—intimidating in his nobility, his aloofness, his sternness, and his distance.

Oddly enough, despite sharing a good resemblance to Bai Sha, this face belonged to someone entirely different, striking a chord with Bai Sha’s aesthetic sensibilities.

So beautiful, so cool! What an impeccable appearance!

But perhaps a bit too noble and aloof, his gaze almost conveying a sense of “everyone here is beneath me.”

Wearing such a guise in the City of No Boundaries, wouldn't it attract trouble?

But then again—what does it matter!

She decided to indulge just this once; the avatar's appearance wasn't irreversible, after all.

Bai Sha excitedly chose her attire and clicked "Save Avatar," stepping into the City of No Boundaries.

At the entrance of the City, she saw "Dian Yu Luo Shan Lan," aka Zhou Xiang. He had altered his skin to a wheatish tone, subtly tweaked his features, and added some freckles, making him look entirely different.

"Hey!" Bai Sha called out, her voice emerging as a cool, magnetic male tone, which then surprised her—this new avatar's voice sounded so good!

Zhou Xiang, hearing the greeting, couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock and after a moment of silence said, "Your... your avatar is quite flashy."

"I know, just this once, I'll change it next time," Bai Sha said nonchalantly. "Doesn't the City of No Boundaries offer a free avatar modification for newcomers?"

"But you’re wasting the opportunity. Once you use that, changing the avatar again will cost a lot," Zhou Xiang sighed.

"Let's not worry about that," Bai Sha responded. "Let’s head to the Mech Pilots Alliance Conference."

From a taller perspective, the view really was broader.

They walked through the streets of the City, a vast expanse stretching out before them. Buildings, dreamlike in their construction of transparent and semi-transparent lines, dotted the landscape. Various shaped flying vehicles circled above their heads. Phantom-like whales glided through the dark sky, broadcasting news and music in real-time. A flock of glass-like golden butterflies flew out from a street corner. Bai Sha instinctively caught one, and it transformed into a small advertisement flyer in her palm, reading, "Personal virtual clothing customization, supports various resolutions and materials. New store opening, bulk discounts available." The City of No Boundaries resembled a high-tech city, with colorful characters floating everywhere.

"The Mech Pilots Alliance Conference is over there," Zhou Xiang pointed out a location on the map. "They often host mech design contests, and with the designers' consent, display the excellent works. There's a pavilion at the entrance where passersby can buy compilations of past contest winners. But if you want to join, you'll probably have to pass some tests... You could try now, or wait until you're in the military academy and have systematically learned mech design."

It's just joining the conference; the requirements shouldn't be too high, right?

Bai Sha and Zhou Xiang arrived at the Mech Pilots Alliance Conference via a nearby teleportation station. It was a magnificent and intricately designed white building, with a golden-red flame and gear emblem hanging over the entrance.

The building wasn't crowded. Entering, Bai Sha noticed most people inside were fair-skinned and refined, gathered in small groups, many with blueprints or modeling interfaces floating before them.

They found a place called the "Registration Desk," manned by a sleepy, brown-haired young man with glasses.

"You want to register for membership, right? Okay, please fill out this form, noting your mech pilot professional level..." The young man didn't even lift his eyelids as he spoke, yawning hugely.

Bai Sha asked, "What if I haven't taken the mech pilot professional license exam?"

The young man, startled by her question, was about to refuse outright, but seeing Bai Sha’s expressionless gaze, he hesitated, "Uh, then you'll have to take a test." Standing up, he pointed to a blueprint hanging on the wall, "See that blueprint there? If you can find an error in it, you can join. It’s been there since the Alliance was founded—back then, there were many masters in the Alliance, and they said anyone who could solve this puzzle would be at least an intermediate level mech pilot. Actually, the standard for joining is just a beginner’s license. Maybe you should consider getting your license first before joining, it's simpler than solving this puzzle..."

Bai Sha looked towards the wall, took a screenshot with her holographic brain, projected it in the air, then circled four areas with a red line: "How about this?"

The brown-haired youth: "..."

His sleepiness instantly vanished, glasses sliding down his nose in shock: "You got them right... but why did you also circle an extra side engine?"

"If it were me, I'd make it better here," Bai Sha explained briefly, "to reduce the chance of malfunction."

The young man frowned slightly, studying Bai Sha’s diagram for a long while, then suddenly pulled out a membership registration form and handed it to her: "Genius, you go ahead with the membership process. After you're done, we can discuss in detail. I won’t miss a lesson from you—I'll pay you with internal points, which can be exchanged for rare materials!"

Bai Sha and the young man talked at length at the registration desk, unaware that someone was secretly taking her photo and sharing it in a group chat in the City of No Boundaries—

"Guys, a young genius has arrived at the Mech Pilots Alliance Conference! Keep an eye out if you need anything!"

Responses of "Received" flooded in, with some trying to dig up more about this new 'genius.'

This group chat was actually named "Wild Mech Pilots Hunting Group," an internal communication group for mech fighting enthusiasts.

These days, with an abundance of mech soldiers but few skilled mech pilots, the high-level pilots were often overwhelmed with requests, forcing these enthusiasts to band together and form an intelligence organization to capture fresh, 'wild' mech pilots. With some luck, they might find one available for an easy contract.

A young man relaxing in a music bar in the City of No Boundaries happened to see this message.

Dressed sharply, he was leisurely sipping a specially mixed drink, lounging on a soft sofa with one leg crossed over the other, casually scrolling through the star web. He glanced at the suddenly buzzing chat group and caught sight of the distant, surreptitiously taken photo—

He promptly sprayed out his drink in surprise.

"Cough, cough..." His golden pupils trembled violently, almost biting his tongue in shock, "Your Majesty?"

Could it be, His Majesty is in the City of No Boundaries?

When did he learn to repair mechs??