"It should be okay to take a look..."
Kevin looked around for a long time like a thief, as if the room was filled with cameras. Then, mumbling to himself, he approached Raven 12345's desk. He was curious about what was on the goddess's data terminal. It was human curiosity. Although he knew it was frivolous, he couldn't help it.
When he leaned over to take a look, he found a page that looked like a forum. The text wasn't in Earth's language, but it was perfectly understandable thanks to the data terminal's seamless translation. The header at the top read, "Shadow City Community Flooding Forum." He still remembered that "Shadow City" was the capital of the Xiling Empire, also known as the "Supreme Divine Realm" in mortal perception. So, the moment Kevin saw the title, he felt a sense of solemnity descend upon him. The first topic at the top of the page even more astonished him: [pan58.com] Cloud Disk Resource Search, Cloud Disk Search Tool (Novels, Movies, TV Series)
"Recently transferred to a primitive universe to become a God. How can I pretend to be God all the time? Waiting online urgently. Raven 12345, from the Magic Data Terminal, posted thirty minutes ago."
Under this post, Kevin's unreliable female boss received over 230 likes and had been manually pinned to the top...
Kevin silently left his desk and returned to his seat, settling in obediently. He tried to keep his head down to his navel, wondering what Raven 12345 would do if he saw this post. Would that psychopathic goddess be enraged and kill him instantly... Kevin's last remaining illusions about the Space-Time Administration crumbled at that moment. Although he knew the Administration was a terrifying behemoth, so terrifying that any deputy section-level official or above could instantly wipe out the entire galaxy without even casting a cast, he now knew even more clearly that those powerful individuals capable of sweeping the galaxy in seconds rarely had the time to wreak havoc on humanity. This was evident in Raven 12345. Do you think that psychopath even did anything useful every day? Just as Kevin lowered his head, lost in thought, a vortex of blue light suddenly swirled around the room. Raven 12345 had teleported back. Her sudden appearance startled Kevin, but she seemed unaware that he had just been peeking at her data terminal. Raven 12345 held out a matchbox-sized crystal shard to Kevin. "Here, keep it well. You'll need it later."
"What is this?" Kevin had grown somewhat immune to the various outlandish high-tech gadgets issued by the Space-Time Administration, so he asked out of curiosity, without his usual bland exclamation. Raven 12345's tone was as if he were lending someone a half-rubber: "The spaceship start key, and also the trainee pilot training card."
As soon as Kevin took the crystal slab, he shuddered as if touching a red-hot iron, almost dropping the seemingly fragile crystal. He inevitably slipped into his idiotic self: "What did you say?! Spaceship?!"
"Yes, spaceship," Raven 12345 nodded. "Why are you so surprised? The Spacetime Administration governs countless universes, and the world I manage has an orderly range of thirty billion light-years. As the only certified deity within thirty billion light-years, do I choose a spokesperson just to see how he messes around on Earth? Do you think every god is a miniature sculpture enthusiast?"
Kevin took the crystal slab with his brain practically numb. He swallowed hard. "Let me think about this... You mean I have to learn to fly a spaceship? That's a big leap!" "It's okay. I won't need it for now. Your spaceship hasn't been approved yet. I only requested a security lock for you..."
Kevin: "..."
How on earth does this goddess's mind work? It's completely illogical!
Kevin checked with Raven 12345 several times, finally confirming that he really didn't need to worry about spaceships and alien planets for the time being. This insane goddess had only requested a core lock for the spaceship. The point was completely lost on Kevin. It felt like ordering a security door before even buying a house and leaving it on the street. Was the point just to poke the key in the keyhole every day to achieve some kind of psychological sense of accomplishment? But Raven 12345 confessed that even the core lock for the new spaceship hadn't arrived from the factory yet. She had someone bring this key directly from the workshop. She had no idea what the point of giving it to Kevin in advance was...
This insane woman was completely incomprehensible.
"Anything else?" Raven 12345 didn't care how much her bizarre logic bothered others. She patted Kevin's shoulder as if nothing had happened. "If nothing else, I'll get back to work. This is the first time in my life that someone's liked a post..."
Kevin instinctively wanted to nod and leave, but luckily, his senses returned at the last moment: "Wait! One last thing!"
Raven 12345 glanced at Kevin curiously, and Kevin seized the opportunity to ask the question he hadn't had time to ask before: "I've discovered something. Magic doesn't work on me. Vivian's blood magic failed when she tried to remove the curse from me. Her blood didn't work on me either. And those Leta runes when I was in England..."
Kevin recounted several unusual experiences he'd encountered. He didn't think this "magic immunity" was a perk of working for the Space-Time Administration. If it had been, Raven 12345 would have told him in advance. Even though this goddess was a psychopath, she wasn't likely to let him down on this one. More importantly, the magic immunity phenomenon first appeared before Kevin's physical adjustments. At that time, he was a completely ordinary person. There must be something else behind this magic immunity. After hearing this description, Raven 12345 took on a rare serious expression. She looked Kevin up and down, until he was completely terrified. Then she spoke: "Immune to vampire blood magic and blood infusion? Immune to the effects of the Leta Rune? And it can also directly clear the Leta Rune's effects? Are there any other possibilities?"
Kevin's expression grew tense as he watched Raven's face. He guessed his situation was quite serious, as it could have caused even this clueless goddess to react in such a way. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head firmly: "Nothing. Besides, I haven't come into contact with any other magic... Anyway, I'm immune to all the ones I've come into contact with so far. Do you think I'm naturally immune to all magic? This incredible attribute..."
Raven 12345 casually launched a beam of sparks at Kevin: "Incredible bullshit, you're overthinking it."
Half a minute later, Kevin recovered from his paralysis, a look of resentment on his face: "How can you just attack me like that... So I'm not immune to magic?" "Not exactly. You're immune to some magic, but which part exactly... we need to investigate," Raven 12345 frowned. "It might just be a historical issue, but don't worry, it's at least harmless."
"Can you tell me more?" Kevin, guessing Raven 12345 might know something, immediately approached. "After all, this happened to me, so I feel I at least have a right to know."
"The problem is, I'm not sure. Right now, I can only roughly guess it's related to the Dream Plane." Raven 12345 looked Kevin in the eye, her expression sincere. "People who come into contact with the Dream Plane usually undergo some kind of change, but most are malignant mutations that kill them within a few days. Waking up partially immune to magic like you... is a special case. I'll have to investigate before I can reach a conclusion."
"Is it related to the Dream Plane again?" Kevin finally took an active interest in that mysterious and dangerous place. "What exactly is it, and how..." "Why don't you go and see for yourself?" Raven 12345 smiled mysteriously. "You've only had one encounter, and you're far from understanding the true nature of that dimension. I won't tell you too much; you should study it on your own."
"Another half-truth," Kevin muttered. "This is the only thing that's similar to the gods in mythology... Oh, right, one last thing!"
Kevin had almost forgotten a crucial purpose for his trip, but then he quickly said, "Can't we solve the language problem for my tenants? Vivian and Lily were completely lost when they arrived in England, Y'zaks can't even speak human language, and now that big demon spends all day reading pinyin from a first-grade Chinese textbook. Werewolves, vampires, and demons communicate with each other through sign language and hieroglyphics. If this continues, I don't know how I'll ever face Hollywood and Qidian." Raven 12345 suddenly smiled brightly. "That's easy. I've already informed my superiors of your special situation. I can provide limited civilian equipment support to your tenants. Just bring them over in a couple of days, and I'll use the adjustment pod to install the language pack directly into their computers. Oh, and you'll need to install it again, too, so you don't have to use a data terminal for intermediary processing."
Kevin thought for a moment, finally realizing something was wrong. "Wait! Are you saying I have to lie in that coffin again?"
Raven 12345 beamed. "Yes!"