Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 972 - 733 Hyperion is Approaching_2

When the vehicle slowed down for the inspection, Imperial Army soldiers immediately approached to check it.

The male in the driver’s seat rolled down the window and showed the officer a document stamped with the bright red seal of the "Chaotic Era Commerce Association" from the Northwest Niksasende Territory.

"We are trade representatives of the Northwest Border Commerce Association. We are assessing the last of the trade goods on the eastern coast and are now preparing to head to the capital to discuss acquisition affairs with the company there."

He appeared polite, and his tone was calm and courteous.

The soldier meticulously examined the documents and then ordered the people in the vehicle to get out for an inspection.

A thorough search of the vehicle followed.

After a moment,

"Is there a problem, sir?"

Pranay asked respectfully.

"You will need to stay here for twenty-four hours, reapply, and have your safety information reverified with our province before you can pass."

After everything was finished, the soldier took Pranay aside to a guard post and gave him several forms to fill out again.

In the guardhouse, a young officer with the rank of captain was reviewing the documents.

"No problem, Sir."

Pranay, while responding, sharply glanced at this officer who might be the "right" target and approached him.

Just as the captain looked up at Pranay, puzzled.

Pranay took out a sophisticated cigarette case from his briefcase and handed it to the officer.

"This is a specialty of our Northwest Niksasende Territory. If you’ve been to the Northwest, you would definitely know that we are from there."

Pranay spoke in a slightly lowered voice.

The captain hesitated for a moment, but still took the cigarette case.

The moment he touched the cigarette case, he was sure of its incorrect weight.

It was too light.

The officer gently opened a corner of the cigarette case and found several rolls of not small denomination bills, and instinctively closed it.

"Our association is always grateful for the military’s efforts. A box of cigarettes, please accept it."

Pranay said sincerely.

The officer nodded in understanding and directly took the documents from Pranay’s hand.

"You’re clearly a businessman who benefits the Empire; we can’t delay your service to the Empire. I wish you a smooth journey."

The officer said in a matter-of-fact tone, his eyes revealing an understanding silence.

Pranay saluted the officer, then turned and walked steadily out of the guardhouse.

A moment later, the vehicle started again, slowly passing through the checkpoint, heading towards the direction of the Granville City state station.

"Pranay, why do you understand so well?"

In the back seat, Antanas leaned forward, curiously asking.

Theoretically, their documents were not an issue, but they might have been held up longer, wasting more time.

With Pranay, the journey had become much smoother.

"It’s simple. If you can’t even understand the thoughts of ordinary humans, it would be very difficult to grasp Lanci’s heart."

Pranay, driving, answered without turning his head.

As a possessor of the special Magic Eye, he could vaguely see that this officer was someone who could be influenced in such a manner.

If it hadn’t been for this ability, he wouldn’t have agreed to let Huebelle go to the Cerryti Empire. Instead, he would have used the safest strategy to fulfill Lanci’s request and kept Huebelle within Ichrite.

Of course, Lanci’s surroundings were always filled with danger, for Lanci always liked to play to the extremes. For safety, Pranay had to learn to try to understand Lanci’s thoughts.

"Pranay, you’ve really changed a lot, even learning to carefully observe humans rather than simply studying them from a purely academic perspective," said the Snow Witch, sitting in the passenger seat.

Or to say that someone could have brought Pranay out of Herram Underground Prison from the Northern Continent was a miracle in itself.

"Now, I find being part of human society quite acceptable. Isn’t our survival as part of the Great Demon Clan also a selection process of natural selection? Perhaps we are the ones most suited to coexist with humans."

Pranay mused to himself as he looked ahead at the road.

Having passed through the border and completed the procedures to transfer his position to the capital, Brilda, he was now on his way to the train station.

Pranay was driving, while the Snow Witch sat in the passenger seat looking at the map and newspapers.

In the back, Huebelle sat in the middle, flanked by Antanas and Sinola.

Huebelle silently listened to the conversation between Pranay and the Snow Witch.

To her, Pranay and the Snow Witch seemed more like elders while Antanas and Sinola appeared more her peers.

However, among the Demon Race and the Long-lived Species, they really shouldn’t discuss seniority; otherwise, it would become quite chaotic, as it was possible for a Demon Race member of a much younger generation to actually be older than you.

Thus, in dealing with the Long-lived Species, the first thing to do was to discard the human concept of seniority and interact naturally with others.

Logically speaking, being surrounded by four from the Great Demon Clan should have been terrifying, and a year ago, before her experience at the Purgatory Corridor Academy, she definitely would have cried; but now, these members of the Great Demon Clan seemed like her own group of close friends and family.

"Teacher, how is the situation at the front line?" Huebelle couldn’t help but ask.

She worried about it every day.

She was even more worried that Lanci might be on the southern front of the Kingdom of Poseen.

Lanci had last contacted her saying he would join the army and might lose contact for a while.

Of course, according to Pranay’s speculation, Lanci might have even joined the other side.

But Huebelle still worried about Lanci.

"The battle over the large energy strategic point in the west was about to heat up and then it was hit by a blast from Tenth Army God of the Red Tourmaline Seat, it might require a whole new history book to be written," the Snow Witch shook her head,

"But all these are still manageable, and somewhat acceptable for both sides."

Her expression grew much graver after that.

...

Without needing the Snow Witch to continue, Huebelle’s eyes, following the newspaper in the Snow Witch’s hands, also noticed the potential huge threat to the empire.

In early October, the outbreak of an all-out war on the South Continent garnered immediate attention from the Imperial Army towards the potential of Magic Energy Fission weapons.

In Brilda, Tei Empire’s Magic Engineer, Landry Washington, through a Magic Energy bombardment experiment, demonstrated the fission phenomenon of Magic Cards interspersed between matter and magic power.

They observed Magic Cards splitting into lighter Divine Era elements, having the same origin as the Natural Magic Cards of the Shadow World, or perhaps a fundamental source of the world of Shadow Weave, revealing the possibilities of Magic Energy Fission.

He explained this phenomenon at the Saint Kray Monastery, coined the term "Magic Energy Fission," and also estimated the enormous energy released during the fission process through calculations.

Espionage from the Kingdom Joint Council rushed the information back to their countries, initially not placing much importance on this research.

Following that, Bolao and magic engineers including Alex Wosen sent a letter to the Chairman of the Kingdom Joint Council in the Western Hub Zone, Rossmont, warning him about the Tei Empire’s potential development of an extremely dangerous weapon of mass destruction.

This significantly prompted the Allied Forces’ council to pay attention to this research.

In Canberra Kingdom, magic engineers began preliminary studies on Magic Energy Fission.

Notable experiments were conducted at the universities in the Western Hub Zone and University of Sloveni by magic engineers including Alex Wosen and Quentin Hayes.

"Fortunately, our spies in the Allied Forces are very reliable, always quickly obtaining the core research findings from the Empire; according to the current intelligence, the progress of the research in Tei Empire is still quite slow, seemingly due to severe internal disagreements, making it difficult to decide who will lead the project."

The Snow Witch commented as she flipped through the newspaper.

Her gaze stopped on a photograph.

There, beneath the administrative building of the Imperial special operation, several intelligence officers warmly greeted a young imperial professor wearing a gray coat, colluding lavishly, showcasing their powerful and formidable demeanor as if written on the banner [Loyalty and Valor First, Defend the Nation with Iron Blood].

And he took pride in that, standing straight with his thumb up.

"This Imperial hound..."

Huebelle watched, her teeth itching.

In this photo, anyone could be harboring ulterior motives, but this professor, his warlord demeanor did not seem feigned.