Starry Federation, Frontier Colony 9527, 66th Frontier City.
"Name?"
"Leon."
"Race?"
"...Human?"
"Age?"
"22."
"Home address?"
"Fandou Garden..."
Inside the Security Bureau, the young man named Leon was about to state his home address when the tall woman with heavy dark circles under her eyes, sitting opposite him, interrupted, "Don't play dumb with me; you know I'm asking about the planet."
"...Earth."
Hearing the words "Earth," the tall woman began to operate on the light blue screen that appeared on her wristband.
After a while, she looked up at the young man, who was secured with special shackles behind the table, and raised an eyebrow, "Are you a stowaway?"
"No wonder there's no identity information."
Then, without waiting for Leon to answer, the tall woman, wearing high heels, walked up to him: "If you tell me which middleman's ship you took, I can arrange for your release."
"Otherwise, you'll be screwing screws on a Prison Planet for the rest of your life."
Leon was already feeling a bit helpless at this point.
He never imagined that he would just go to sleep and wake up in a completely unfamiliar place.
And before he could even figure out what was happening, a blue and white vehicle with a siren blaring pulled up in front of him.
Then he was arrested.
While recalling the day's frustrating experiences in his mind, Leon stared intently at the bulging white shirt in front of him, couldn't help but twitch his lips, and casually made up, "I took Nicholas's ship."
But clearly, he wasn't super high school-level lucky; his casual fabrication couldn't fool them.
Hearing this, the tall woman yawned, then shrugged, "If you don't want to say, then don't."
"Next question... occupation?"
Hearing this question, Leon's face fell, and he said somewhat reluctantly, "...Freelancer."
Though he said freelancer, he was actually unemployed; he was about to graduate from university but hadn't found a suitable internship.
Who would have thought that the tall woman, whose attitude had not been bad before, suddenly changed her expression upon hearing Leon's answer.
She frowned tightly and said in an extremely serious tone, "You know I'm not talking about that!"
"If you still don't cooperate, then you won't even have the chance to go to the Prison Planet to screw screws!"
Seeing the woman's demeanor, Leon couldn't help but freeze in place.
From her attitude, it wasn't hard to deduce that occupation seemed to be an extremely important thing in this world.
Indeed, Leon, as a soon-to-be office worker, had roughly guessed that he had probably transmigrated; after all, he didn't think anyone would go to such great lengths to play a Truman Show with him.
Moreover, the hover vehicle he rode to the Security Bureau couldn't be fake.
Just as Leon was about to ask about occupational information, a translucent light screen suddenly appeared before his eyes.
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[Leon]
[Age: 22]
[Race: Human]
[Talent: Traveler, Console Player]
[Occupation: Civilian Lv1]
[Attributes: Physical Strength 1.1, Mental Strength 1.3, Energy 1]
[Energy Rank: 0]
[Occupational Skills: None]
[Occupational Specialties: None]
[General Skills: None]
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"Holy crap, a cheat!?"
Looking at the panel before him, Leon was instantly overjoyed.
However, just as he was fantasizing about dreams like "Deep Blue points, let me see your limits," the tall woman suddenly spoke up, pulling him back to reality: "Stop looking, quickly tell me your occupation."
Hearing her cold voice, Leon was first stunned, then an incredible thought appeared in his mind.
That was, perhaps, all humans in this world possessed the panel he saw before him.
And this could also explain why the woman opposite him placed such importance on occupational information.
However, based on everything that just happened, it was likely that each person's panel could only be seen by themselves.
Thinking of this, Leon somewhat dejectedly reported his unremarkable occupation: "Civilian."
However, regarding his self-reported Civilian occupation, the tall woman seemed somewhat noncommittal but didn't delve deeper, as once they reached the Prison Planet, unless they were high-level professionals, there was basically no possibility of escaping that hellhole.
But then again, high-level professionals wouldn't appear in such a small place anyway.
Therefore, she asked the next question: "Talent?"
Leon looked at the talent section on the panel with dead fish eyes; he had given up, after all, life was like this, full of ups and downs and downs and downs...
"Trave—"
He was about to say his talent but suddenly stopped.
Leon looked at the talents on the panel, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.
[Traveler: Oh, lost Traveler, embark on your journey; all things shall be witnessed by you. After every major event, you will begin a new journey, and language will no longer be a difficulty for you during the journey.]
[Console Player: The Player from behind the wall is interwoven with the radiance of infinite possibilities. The number of occupations you can take is... ∞, and you can view the advancement routes of occupations, and your panel will be gamified.]
However, the tall woman was looking down, operating the light blue screen on her wrist, and didn't notice Leon's abnormality; she just casually said, "Traveler, huh..."
"No wonder you illegally stowed away."
Pulled back to reality by her voice, Leon forcibly controlled his emotions and pretended to be calm as he responded, "Ah... yes, just a Traveler."
Although he didn't know the specific effect of the [Traveler] talent, he felt it must be very different from his [Traveler].
Because as the talent holder, Leon had already understood the ability of the [Traveler] talent...
World-hopping.
In addition, there was language comprehension, which was why he could communicate with the tall woman without hindrance.
Leon wasn't a fool; such an exaggeratedly powerful talent was clearly not a common thing.
Moreover, besides [Traveler], he also had a second talent that seemed equally outrageous: [Console Player].
According to the description of [Console Player], it was clear that the number of occupation slots for people in this world was limited, and their panels were not as detailed as his.
Although humans in this world seemed to possess talents, Leon also knew that his two talents were extremely overpowered, and who knew if he would be sliced up if he revealed them.
He dared not gamble.
It seemed all the necessary information had been collected; the tall woman looked up and nodded towards a corner of the ceiling in the sealed room.
Soon after, two armed guards pushed the door open and walked in, each taking one of Leon's arms.
As he was being escorted past the tall woman, Leon vaguely heard her muttering under her breath, "Seriously, can those bugs just settle down..."
"I don't want to work overtime anymore..."
Leon subconsciously turned his head to look but only saw a tired office worker's face; it seemed the voice he had just heard was an illusion.
Of course, he didn't have time to sympathize with others now.
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[Occupation: Prisoner]
[Requirements for Employment:
1. Enter prison as a Prisoner with a sentence of three years or more]
[After Employment:
1. Attribute growth
2. Gain Occupational Specialty — Slow Recovery]
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