[Cosmic Junk Company, Grand Opening Sale!]
[Do you have troubles you can't handle? Are you in a predicament you can't overcome? Are there treasures you desire but cannot obtain?]
[All junk is at the Cosmic Junk Company! We sell junk and recycle trash, fair prices for everyone!]
"What kind of trashy ad could hack into my terminal?"
Herta fell silent for a moment.
No.
It really seemed to be a trashy ad, selling trash; quite honest, actually.
Right, right?
No, that's not right.
"..."
Let's see what kind of junk this junk company is selling.
Normally, Herta wouldn't even glance at an ad, but such a unique trashy ad... a trashy ad in the literal sense, Herta felt it was very necessary to take a look.
"Devils Passport... can completely control the thoughts and logic of everyone except the user. If the user does something they shouldn't and the other party comes to complain, as long as they carry this passport, the other party will unconditionally allow the user to do as they please until the user stops using the Devils Passport. No one will oppose the user's actions; perhaps even Aeons will listen to you."
Oh?
"Because this is a piece of junk, there are only two uses remaining."
"...Place an order."
Price... 2000 credits?
Just that much?
"Even if it's fake, I can take it apart and analyze its fraud mechanism... Just treat it as adding a Curio."
Meanwhile, on Silver Wolf's side.
"Decent technique." Looking at the trashy ad that left no trace, Silver Wolf perked up a bit, chewing bubble gum while carefully reading the content.
"Cosmic Junk Company... selling junk?" When she saw the description of the "Devils Passport," she blew a bubble that popped. "Huh? If this thing is real, Elio's script would have to be rewritten."
That being said, Silver Wolf's professional habits kicked in. As a top-tier hacker, she possessed a natural curiosity for all anomalies and loopholes. This company, and the clearly cheat-like items it sold...
*Ding-dong!*
A crisp and pleasant notification sound rang out in the cockpit of the junk spaceship, breaking the silence that was only filled by the rustling sound of Caelus rummaging through a trash can.
"Oh?" Caelus looked up from a pile of miscellaneous items, his eyes lighting up under his hood. "Business is here?"
Prometheus's virtual interface popped up automatically, clearly displaying two fresh order notifications.
"Order 001, from 'Herta Space Station'. Note: If there is false advertising, responsibility will be pursued," Prometheus added. "Order 002, anonymous, but IP tracking confirms it's Silver Wolf's terminal."
"Good, good, good. Then let's send a junk robot to deliver the goods."
Caelus activated two small junk robots.
"The coordinates have been sent to you. A barrel of machine oil for each of you when you return."
"Beep-beep, received."
"Beep-beep, I want fresh machine oil."
The two half-human-tall robots tucked away the two packages and then detached from the spaceship.
"Beep-beep, let's go back and drink machine oil after delivering the goods tonight."
Subsequently, these two seemingly rusty robots suddenly erupted with terrifying speed in space.
"Beep-beep, battleship ahead, please yield."
The message returned by that battleship was quite chaotic.
"Beep-beep, so it's a beast ship of the Borisin."
Before the beast ship could make any move, the Small Robot passed through it. The next second, the massive beast ship was split in two from the middle, a huge explosion blooming like a brilliant firework in the silence.
"Beep-beep, excuse me."
The Small Robot delivering to Herta hid its success and fame.
"Beep-beep, there's a roadblock on my side too."
The Small Robot delivering to Silver Wolf wasn't so gentle.
"I'm also passing through."
Excuse Me
Screeeeeeeee—!
A massive, high-speed rotating saw blade sliced the battleship blocking the way in half horizontally; God knows where it pulled out a saw blade larger than a battleship. The blocking battleship was like a piece of cheese placed on a cutter, smoothly split in two from the middle.
The two delivery robots cleared the obstacles on their route in a polite manner and continued toward their destination... An inconspicuous metal box was delivered by a space station drone and placed in front of the Herta Puppet.
"The efficiency is decent." The puppet curled its lip and reached out to open the box.
[Devils Passport uses remaining: 2/2]
[Friendly Reminder: The effect on Aeons has not been tested; use with caution. If it leads to accountability from an Aeon, this company will not be held responsible.]
"Hmm? Maybe I can try it on Screw."
For example, requesting something that Screwllum would absolutely never do.
Without much hesitation, the Herta Puppet held the passport and initiated communication with Screwllum.
"Ms. Herta, I am glad to receive your transmission."
"Screw, I have something to ask you. Would you become... the [Emperor], Rupert, and restart the Anti-Organic Equation?"
Three seconds later, Screwllum gave his answer.
"Of course. May I ask when the preparations need to begin?"
After several seconds of silence, Herta confirmed that Screwllum wasn't joking.
No, this was not something Screwllum could possibly say.
Herta looked at the thin little red booklet, then had the puppet release its grip.
"—Screw, would you become the [Emperor] Rupert?"
"Of course I cannot do that. Why propose such an illogical hypothesis?" A hint of confusion seeped into Screwllum's voice. "Ms. Herta, did you just ask me the same question?"
"No, it's nothing, Screw. Just a... temporary logic test." Herta's voice returned to its usual calm, but her gaze never left the passport. "Communication terminated."
Without waiting for Screwllum's response, she cut the link.
This thing... is real?
It can even make Intellitrons obedient, even the mechanical emperor of Screw Star, to execute the Anti-Organic Equation without hesitation!
What is the background of this Cosmic Junk Company?
「Are there any more pieces of junk like this? I want them all.」
"Sorry, the junk listed by our company is all about randomness; we don't sell in bulk."
Caelus leisurely sent a message back.
"Beep-beep, my wheels are so sore. Boss, machine oil."
"Go have an all-you-can-drink."
Randomness?
No bulk sales?
Quite the personality!
Herta was interested.
Meaning the appearance of items is completely irregular, maybe even unique?
In a distant place, Silver Wolf also received her "junk."
"Hello, remember to give a five-star review. Your junk - genesis set has arrived."
Silver Wolf looked at the five simple components in front of her that looked like children's toys. She didn't even care that her popped bubble gum was stuck to half her face.
The Basic Mat looked like a faded yoga mat, the Control Wand was a short stick with a plastic star glued to the top, the Flappy Ring was a cheap glowing bracelet, the Cosmic Element was in a transparent bag labeled "Cosmic Essence" and looked like glitter powder, and the God's Cloud... was just a fluffy white pillow.
"This thing can create a universe?" Silver Wolf picked up the Control Wand and waved it; nothing happened. "Tsk, was I scammed? No... an ad that could bypass my firewall just to deliver a set of toys?"
She followed the instructions and spread the pink Basic Mat on the floor.
"It's not like I can use this little toy to create a world, hahaha."