The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 136

Chapter 136

"Yes! According to the report, the test results came from Planet Water Blue!" exclaimed the professor who hurriedly came to report, his face alight with excitement. "The initial physique data collection is rated S!" The director put down the test result sheet, muttering to himself, "Let's test him again when the school year starts. He might just be the next Noril Ylanks."

"His Highness? But, wasn't he declared dead?" someone questioned.

"Sigh, if he were still alive today, he might very well have been our Emperor by now."

"Noril Ylanks?" Ling Chunann was at this moment poring over the data of this legendary man. The man in the photo wore a deep blue uniform, his demeanor cold and imposing, a sense of authority palpable even through the photograph.

Ling Chunann couldn't help but take a few more looks, commenting, "Just a bit inferior to me."

098 remained silent.

In the records, Noril was the youngest prince of the empire, blessed with outstanding talents making him the most likely candidate to become the next emperor. He joined the Imperial Academy at fifteen and graduated at twenty. Volunteering for the front lines, he distinguished himself in the last decade of the war against the Federation, becoming an undefeated war deity in the hearts of many. Ultimately, it was he who captured the Federation's leader, securing the final victory and thus the end of the Federation.

However, on his return trip to the empire, his spaceship encountered a one-in-a-billion chance wormhole, vanishing with all 580 soldiers onboard. Despite the emperor deploying millions of troops in a decade-long search, nothing was found, forcing the declaration of Prince Noril and his royal guard as KIA.

After Ling Chunann finished reading the classified information collected by 098, 098 then continued, "Host, since humanity entered the interstellar age, nothing that has entered a random wormhole has ever returned." Therefore, Noril was presumed dead, as nothing dead could ever be that man.

Ling Chunann nodded, "Understood."

098 found its host's interest in a long-deceased person peculiar, but felt relieved hearing his response. However, its relief was premature.

The next day, Ling Chunann traveled to the imperial star not to attend the Imperial Academy but found himself on the streets outside the palace. Coincidentally, he encountered the current young prince of the empire.

"098, when I speak with him, help me collect his voice, fingerprints, and iris data."

"As you wish, host."

The young prince, a shy beta, appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen, obviously having sneaked out. As he passed by Ling Chunann, he gave him a few extra looks. Ling Chunann smiled at him, "Hello."

The prince was taken aback, not expecting Ling Chunann to speak to him. After a moment, he replied with a flushed face, "Hello."

"I'd like to ask, is this the way to Songnan District?" inquired Ling Chunann.

"No, it's not," the young prince said, pointing in another direction. "Songnan District is over there."

"Thank you," Ling Chunann extended his hand.

"You're welcome," the prince hastily shook his hand.

"098, did you get all the prints?" Ling Chunann asked after parting ways with the prince.

"Done, host," replied 098.

"What are you doing, host?" 098 nervously watched as Ling Chunann bypassed the guards and stealthily made his way into the palace, "Be careful, host. There are two more guards ahead."

Ling Chunann stood casually behind a column, "Don't rush; I'm just taking a look around."

As Ling Chunann skillfully navigated through the area, which was likely the princes' quarters, 098 swallowed its questions. It now understood why Ling Chunann had asked for the palace's layout upon learning about Noril.

Under the watchful eyes of countless robotic guards and surveillance, Ling Chunann effortlessly entered an unmarked area on the map, the palace's unknown zone.

"Host, all data here is blocked. I can't ascertain what's inside, nor can I open this door," 098 advised, "I recommend not entering to avoid danger." Despite admiring Ling Chunann's stealth, 098 still cautioned him.

Standing at the doorway, a display next to the silver door lit up.

[Please enter a valid fingerprint.]

098 was surprised that such a primitive unlocking method still existed in this world but admired its host even more for foreseeing such a scenario.

Utilizing the collected fingerprint, the door opened with a beep.

Inside, instead of the expected secret laboratory, was a small courtyard.

Without a word, Ling Chunann headed straight for the room at the far end.

098 had a strong premonition that something beyond its expectations was about to occur.

[Please verify iris information.] Another door blocked their path

.

Quickly entering the young prince's iris data, the door opened with the message, [Verification successful. Please enter.]

Behind the door was a bedroom with an empty bed, but next to it, a man lay in a nutrient pod.

Upon seeing the man's face, 098 gasped in disbelief. Official statements, folklore, and royal records all declared Noril dead. How could he possibly be here? And how did the host know of his location?

The man appeared as young as he did in the photograph. Given the average lifespan of 500 years in this world, he was merely sixty years old. With higher physical and mental grades, his lifespan was significantly extended.

Ling Chunann approached the nutrient pod, inspecting the man for a few seconds before nodding in approval, "Nice physique."

Although Ling Chunann was already tall, the man in the pod was over two meters tall, with perfect body proportions and muscle definition, especially noticeable in certain areas, much to Ling Chunann's satisfaction.

Then, Ling Chunann's gaze fell on a spot on the wall.

098, after inspection, was startled, "Host, there's a hidden compartment."

Ling Chunann tapped the compartment, revealing a screen with numbers.

[Please enter the unlocking password.]

"098, can you open it?" Ling Chunann asked after a while.

"Yes, please place your hand on the screen."

Following the instructions, the compartment clicked open in three seconds, revealing a notebook.

Ling Chunann flipped through the notebook, filled with beautiful but unfamiliar script. 

"098, do you recognize these characters?"

Proudly, 098 responded, "Host, this is a language I've encountered in another world." However, it was puzzled, "It's impossible."

"What is?" Ling Chunann inquired.

"I've received all textual information from this world, but it didn't include this language," 098 explained.

Despite the mystery, 098 transmitted the language data to Ling Chunann.

Ling Chunann opened the notebook, relieved, "Finally, I'm not illiterate."

As suspected, the notebook was a diary, seemingly belonging to the man in the room.

Imperial Year 1057, August 25: Enrollment.

Imperial Year 1062, May 26: Joined the Third Mech Troop.

Imperial Year 1063, May 6: Andre led an attack on Hil Planet, our army lost thirty thousand mechs, General Olin died, I took his place.

Imperial Year 1071, December 9: Entered the Federation's capital, a great victory.

The records were sporadic and concise, summarizing the legendary life in just a page. Ling Chunann lingered on the last entry for a while.

The last entry was hurriedly written.

Imperial Year 1072, January 3: Federation remnants planned to destroy Planet 15772, urgently headed there.

"Host, January 3rd is the date Noril encountered the random wormhole," 098 reported.

"Check on Planet 15772," Ling Chunann instructed.

"Right away, host." 098 acted swiftly, then paused, "Host, Planet 15772 is the planet you grew up on."

Looking at the man in the nutrient pod, Ling Chunann continued flipping through the pages.

The second page began: A barren world, vast in territory but devoid of spiritual energy. Seeking alternative cultivation methods for decades, I finally found a feasible approach. Awaiting the destined one to practice together, I record this to prevent forgetting.

The rest detailed cultivation techniques. Ling Chunann skimmed through, then called out, "098."

"Yes?" 098 was momentarily confused, "What is it, host?"

"Do you recognize this cultivation method?" He waved the notebook.

"Reporting to the host, this is a dual cultivation method, a practice from the world of cultivators requiring two individuals to cultivate together," 098 explained, "But... how could he be a transmigrator?"

"Nothing's impossible," Ling Chunann tapped the nutrient pod, "But I didn't expect him to be in such a dire state."

The man had obviously fought to save the planet, likely for the host yet unborn into this world, making 098 pity him even more.

At that moment, Ling Chunann pressed the button to open the nutrient pod.

"Host! Don't!"

But 098 couldn't stop its host's action. As the green light came on, the pod emptied of its healing liquid, revealing the man to Ling Chunann in full.

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