A high school student with no income, trying to support 300 adults - how likely is it?
From a legal standpoint, it's basically impossible...
Let's not even talk about the issue of feeding these 300 people. Even if their bodies are special and they can go without food and drink for a short time, they still need clothes and shelter, right? Making 300 senior Imperial generals roam around and beg is something I'm not capable of...
Of course, as mentioned before, I could always have them go to Shanxi to dig for coal. If we're lucky, they might accidentally dig out a tunnel from Shanxi to Brazil, and then I could sell tickets at the entrance for five bucks each, half-price for kids—but this plan seems even more unreliable.
And so, the most high-profile alien labor force in history was freshly assembled.
To prevent them from being discovered by random passersby or bored high-altitude reconnaissance drones (is that really possible?), Pandora used an optical camouflage force field to cover a one-kilometer radius. Unless someone accidentally stumbled into this field, no one would discover this many suspiciously dressed individuals gathered here.
I watched with great interest as these unknown beings from the Xyrin Mother Star busied themselves with the final preparations to integrate into this world.
I curiously stopped in front of a stern-looking middle-aged man with a square jaw.
"What are you doing?" I asked, bewildered.
Square jaw, thick eyebrows, rigid lines, a face full of righteousness, this middle-aged man's appearance perfectly matched the image of a cannon fodder holy knight from a traditional novel. He was currently sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, hands clasped together—was this supposed to be the legendary meditation?
As soon as my words fell, the middle-aged man's hands suddenly flashed with golden light, and then he opened his eyes, showing me the thing in his hands.
A small card.
An ID card...
Me: "..." I knew how Pandora got the ID cards and household registries!
I gave an awkward smile and said, "You carry on, you carry on..."
The middle-aged man nodded, and continued to create fake IDs with a righteous face...
Leaving the ID-forging man behind, I approached a long-haired beauty with a serious expression. In front of her floated a screen emitting a faint blue light, with images flashing across it rapidly, making me dizzy.
"What is this?"
The beauty froze the screen and then respectfully said, "Finding a job."
The static screen displayed something like a personal profile database. It seemed this lady planned to arrange a new identity for herself by directly modifying citizen records—clearly, she didn't understand the differences between humans and themselves. She thought she could fix everything just by altering the records. Unfortunately, humans are not machines; changing a program doesn't alter their memory. Even if you add your name to the database, those people won't remember you as their colleague.
Just as I was about to tell her that this method wouldn't work, she spoke up first.
"Emperor," the long-haired beauty asked respectfully, "what does a president do?"
...I calmly turned off the screen in front of the long-haired beauty and squeezed out a few words: "Look for jobs with a monthly income below two thousand."
I really needed to find out what these guys were doing! I didn't expect them to take such creative approaches to integrate into human society—granted, their methods were quite efficient.
Thirty minutes later, I was shocked.
**, forging fake documents, hacking government records, and two were in the corner printing counterfeit money. Based on their work efficiency, it wouldn't be long before these guys dominated society—grabbing someone, pinning them down, and firing two shots sure wouldn't result in any miscarriage of justice.
That wasn't even all. More commanders were gathered on the other side, around Pandora.
Two hundred Imperial Army commanders sat in a proper circle. In the center was a large three-dimensional projection, and the petite Pandora was pointing at it with a teaching pointer that was almost as tall as she was.
"Everyone, pay attention," Pandora waved the pointer and said, "look here!"
My eyes, along with everyone else's, focused on where the pointer directed.
"This is the location of the largest trench on this planet," Pandora said seriously, "and also where the Earth's crust is weakest. Here—this red circle is our best launch point for the space gun. If we want to conquer the most territory for the Empire with minimal cost, we must place a Paswell Ghost Energy Recharge System interface at this spot, as indicated by this red line. Otherwise, the lengthy supply chain..."
"Stop! All of you, stop!" I finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.
My shout was extremely effective. All the alien terrorists immediately and astonishingly formed ranks right in front of me.
Such a well-trained crime syndicate probably only exists in this world.
Looking at the disciplined soldiers standing still in front of me, it was hard to imagine that ten seconds ago they were not only planning world conquest but also researching advanced fake currency technology for world domination.
"Just look at what you are doing!" I reprimanded angrily, "**, printing fake money, forging documents, hacking banks to launder money... What are you thinking? These are still the better ones. You're even planning to conquer..."
"Brother," I felt someone tugging at my clothes, "to blend into this world smoothly without humans noticing, these methods are indispensable—have you forgotten my identity is also fake?"
"Fine, fake IDs can be an exception—you over there, keep making those fake IDs." I waved my hand, allowing the square-jawed middle-aged man to continue his work.
"To survive in this world smoothly, a start-up fund is essential," Pandora continued, "and you needn't worry. When manufacturing those currencies, we subtly adjusted the financial structure of this world through the human banking network, diverting any potential economic loopholes to some under-the-table illegal incomes. It won't impact the existing economy."
"...Alright, counterfeiting money can barely pass, but even if you can avoid impacting the current economic market, don't print too much!"
With my permission, the two Imperial officers printing counterfeit money immediately resumed their noble project of providing start-up funds for the Imperial Expeditionary Army.
"Although we have new identifications, the sudden appearance of 300 people might catch the attention of relevant departments. Thus, some adjustments in the human citizenship system are necessary."
"...This is the last time! Get to work!"
The commanders busy hacking the citizen ID system saluted and turned away.
"Hey, that long-haired beauty, not you! Find a job the normal way, okay!"
"Also, considering the interests of the Empire..." Pandora paused and continued.
"You mean to say, considering the interests of the Empire, simulating a world war in advance is also necessary, right?" The corners of my mouth twitched as I asked the seemingly emotionless, indeed war-crazed loli in front of me.
"Brother's awareness is truly the Empire's blessing." Pandora said calmly.
"A blessing, my foot!" I finally erupted, "This place has been peaceful for decades; it's not your front line! Can't you let me have a few quiet days? Do you really need to start a world war? How much more trouble do you need to cause me?"
Pandora's gray, unfocused eyes stared at me, seemingly making sure I was joking. Then she finally nodded and turned off the projection behind her.
As I turned back, I saw the 200+ commanders who had been mobilizing for war still waiting for orders, making me even more headache-prone.
"Alright, alright, disperse, go do something meaningful, have a chat about life or something. If you really have nothing to do, go help that brother stuck in the tree trunk pick out the burrs."
The commanders saluted in unison and scattered.
It seemed that settling these war mongers from the Xyrin Empire was still a long way off.
"Pandora, do you have anything else?" I noticed Pandora still standing behind me and asked curiously.
"Can't I stand behind Brother?" Pandora slightly raised her head and asked.
"Oh, not at all, it's just that I thought you'd be with your subordinates since you're their officer. There should always be something to handle, right?"
Pandora's voice carried a hint of barely noticeable resentment: "I was dealing with something—until Brother interrupted."
"Then don't handle it... By the way, Pandora, what time is it now?"
"2:12 AM, it's time to go back."
"Leaving them here won't cause any trouble, right?" I worriedly eyed the busy officers—I was genuinely worried these dangerous folks would cause some mischief.
"They are well-trained soldiers," Pandora answered, "you don't need to worry about their safety."
Little one, you totally misunderstood what I'm worried about!
Fine, let's head back first; otherwise, if my sister finds out, there'll be big trouble.
"Pandora, take me back. Also, make sure everyone stays out of trouble."
Pandora nodded, then effortlessly hoisted me onto her shoulder...
I must buy a car someday!