C4 Real-life Intelligence Can also be Obtained.

"Ugh!" Urlan felt a wave of nausea but forcefully swallowed it back down.

Digging through the zombie's eye sockets, he eventually unearthed a somewhat ashen crystal nucleus.

"Could this be a brain calcification?" Urlan spotted a plastic bag peppered with holes, slipped it over his hand, and gingerly pinched the crystal nucleus between two fingers.

[Information: Zombie Crystal Nucleus (Level 1), a crystallized form of bioenergy, serves as an energy material.]

"Looks like this could be useful!" Urlan mused, then ducked into a nearby building with the crystal nucleus in tow.

Inside, he located a restroom with a bucket of water.

"Is this water even clean?" he muttered, unsure.

[Information: The water in the bucket is free of the zombie virus but is not safe for drinking.]

Urlan's brow quirked up. He rinsed the crystal nucleus in the water, then pulled it out.

[Information: The crystal nucleus is now clean and virus-free.]

Reassured by the information, Urlan felt confident enough to handle the oval-shaped stone directly.

[Information: A duplicate of the crystal nucleus has been located at the bottom of a trash bin on the third floor of the department store in Solime's new district!]

"What!" Urlan's eyes bulged. "It can even provide that kind of information?"

It dawned on Urlan that this system wasn't something every person in the Chaotic Space possessed.

If others had access to this system, they wouldn't be eliminated so easily, nor would they struggle to find items randomly appearing in the real world!

Meanwhile, the office was abuzz with activity.

"Urlan has secured a suspected Level 1 Crystal Nucleus. Commence a nationwide search to retrieve it!" commanded Ollie.

This marked Osmistan's first acquisition from the Chaotic Space—a crystal nucleus, an object of international intrigue.

The whole of Osmistan sprang into action; not just the officials, but every citizen was eager to find the crystal nucleus.

Even if unusable by the finder, turning it in would yield a hefty reward, far more appealing than menial labor.

This even gave rise to a new profession: detectives dedicated to locating chaotic artifacts!

"Can I possibly evade the live broadcast?" Urlan pondered with a frown.

[Information: Each district has an area outside the broadcast range. In this district, it's the restroom of Room 1801 on the building's top floor.]

Urlan quickly stashed the crystal nucleus and cautiously made his way upstairs.

The apocalypse had clearly been underway for some time; the elevator was out of order, and without power, Urlan had no choice but to climb the stairs.

"What's Urlan up to? Getting in some exercise?"

"Cut the chatter. In a place this perilous, better to conserve energy!"

"Look how exhausted the kid is, barely catching his breath!"

Gasping for air, Urlan had only reached the fifth floor. Internally, he lamented, "Am I destined to be the lowest of the low?"

[Information: You are suffering from malnutrition but are not calcium deficient. The following stair-climbing technique is recommended to minimize your energy expenditure.]

Accompanied by a visual guide, Urlan pressed on, using the suggested method. It did ease the climb somewhat, but by the time he reached the 18th floor, he was still so weary he collapsed on the steps.

The energy savings were real, yet the effort was still draining.

The live broadcast room filled with more jeers from abroad.

"Hey, check out this guy. What's he doing climbing so high? Planning a dramatic exit?"

"Exactly. He's winded from just climbing stairs. Was that zombie kill just a fluke?"

"Must be. But this self-inflicted ordeal—maybe he's aiming to tire himself out? Utterly foolish!"

"Pfft, you try scaling from the first to the 18th floor without panting. See if you fare any better than our Urlan!" someone shot back, irked.

"Tsk, I could do it without breaking a sweat!"

"Then you must be climbing down, or you're already dead. Everyone breathes!"

Back in the chaotic office, confusion reigned.

"Director, why is Urlan climbing? Wouldn't conserving energy for the unknown dangers ahead be wiser?"

Ollie shook his head, equally baffled. "The kid's smart; he's not one to act foolishly."

Urlan took a brief respite, regaining his breath, then headed for Room 1801.

Thankfully, no zombies lurked within, and he safely entered the bathroom of Room 1801.

Instantly, the live broadcast screen went dark.

"Did Urlan just find a hidden spot? Incredible! It's like he knew exactly where it was!"

"Where are the mockers now? You mere mortals can't fathom Feather God's plans!"

"I told you Urlan doesn't waste effort!"

"But why the secret spot? A bathroom break?"

"^ Upstairs, mind your manners. Can't you just say he's taking a moment?"

The chaotic office fell silent, stunned.

"The kid found a hidden spot!" Ollie exclaimed, astonished.

Before he could say more, a technician blurted out excitedly, "Director, Urlan is requesting to speak with us!"

In the Chaotic Space, one could privately message anyone in their own live broadcast room, though only through text.

"Connect now!" Ollie responded without hesitation.

The technician gave a nod and established the connection.

On the large screen, Urlan was perched on a toilet seat. A young woman in the office let out a disdainful tsk and shielded her eyes, though her fingers were splayed wide enough to see through.

One couldn't deny that Urlan had a certain charm!

Seeing their reactions, Urlan couldn't help but comment, "I haven't even taken my pants off yet!"

"So, you're saying you've soiled your pants?" quipped the technician, "You're not about to ask us for toilet paper, are you?"

Urlan's expression soured. "That's not the least bit humorous."

Ollie stepped forward, steering the conversation elsewhere, "What's the reason for your call?"

Urlan paid him no mind, instead pondering internally, "System, is this call secure?"

"Information: Communication between Chaotic Space and the real world is completely secure on Blue Star. To date, 48 countries, including Osmistan, have attempted to hack the private chat channel of the live broadcast without success."

Urlan gave a slight nod, surveying all the individuals visible on the video.

"Information: Ollie, 50 years old, male, National Security Department, Director of the Chaotic Office, known for his integrity, family background..."

"Information: Nicole, 25 years old, female, member of the Chaotic Office, joined out of sheer dedication, family background..."

......

"Information: Dismay, 30 years old, male, member of the Chaotic Office, turned informant for Kong Country at 11:59 PM last night. Kong Country arranged for his reward to be transferred into his wife's bank account via trade transactions. The Economic Crime Division has detected these irregularities and is investigating, though gathering evidence is proving to be challenging..."

Everyone else checked out, but Urlan paused when he came across the name that was a bit disheartening.

"Chair Walsh, I need a private word with you," Urlan stated.

Ollie, momentarily taken aback, quickly grasped the gravity of the situation. He nodded earnestly and agreed, "Okay!"

With the others dismissed, Ollie faced Urlan, awaiting the information he was about to disclose.