The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1137 The Spirit of Nurturing
A wisp of consciousness silently entered the Colorful Star Family Affairs Administration Bureau, located in the central city-state.

It was an ordinary administrative office.

Because the StarNet is down, many things that could be done with just a voice command now have to be done again using the most primitive methods.

The young clerk sat at his workstation.

His curly black hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his overly broad shoulders slumped listlessly.

A bunch of hastily pulled-out offline forms were spread out in front of him, and his expression carried the frustration and disorientation of someone forced back to ancient times.

The chip is still usable.

But whether a chip is connected to the internet or not is a completely different matter.

At this moment, the boss came out of the office and instructed, "Find out all the information on the Cowen family."

The young man was taken aback.

Kovien?
The name sounded unfamiliar, but after reviewing it in the chip, I was certain it wasn't from a noble family.

Why would a boss have the time or inclination to pay attention to such a small family?

However, he didn't ask any more questions. He simply went to retrieve the database and painstakingly dug out the information about this inconspicuous family from piles of offline directories.

Only after he had finished organizing the materials did he belatedly realize—

Now that there's no internet, how do I transfer this?
He thought about it for a while, and finally went to ask his older colleague next door.

The other person looked up at him as if he were some rare animal. "How would I know how to transmit data without the internet? I've only lived for 163 years."

The young man was speechless.

In the end, all they could find was an old, yellowed encyclopedia in the bureau's library. After searching for a while, they finally found something called a "USB flash drive".

The young man ran to the warehouse and searched for a long time before finally finding a USB flash drive about the size of a thumb, covered in dust.

He copied the data into the USB drive, and after a long and complicated process, he finally carried it into his boss's office, placing it carefully on the table with a sense of anticipation.

"Director, here is Cowen's file."

However, when the boss looked up, all he saw was a blank stare.

"what is this?"

"USB flash drives are a product of the pre-StarNet era; they can store information—"

"I'm not asking about that thing, I'm asking what 'Kouveen' is?"

The young man was stunned.

"Information on the Covin family."

"The Kovien... family?"

"Didn't you tell me to find this?"

"I?"

The boss was also stunned.

But then, he suddenly hissed and covered his head.

The young man quickly stepped forward:
What's wrong?

"get out."

"director--"

"go out!"

The boss suddenly looked up, his voice rising abruptly.

In that split second, the young man clearly saw that his boss was squeezing another eye into his eye socket.

It's small, wet, and spinning around inside.

There are on both sides.

But it was only for a moment.

The next second, the eye disappeared into the corner of its eye, as if nothing had happened.

The young man felt uneasy and quickly left.

Maybe... I misread it?

He comforted himself in this way.

……

Not long after.

Banlanxing Customs General Administration.

A young official, not at work, was applying neon glitter eyeshadow to his eyelids in front of a mirror.

Without the StarNet, the work can't be completed.

I'd rather skip work and go on a date.

She specifically sent a messenger to find that person, and to her surprise, the usually arrogant guy actually agreed this time.

I guess it's because they're bored without StarNet.

This speculation did not dampen her enthusiasm for dressing up.

She was enthusiastically sketching out an upward-sweeping eyeliner when suddenly she whispered an "ah".

The eyeliner fell onto the table with a thud and then rolled to the side of my feet.

She covered her eyes, her expression extremely distorted.

My eyes feel a little uncomfortable. Not sore, not dry.

Instead, it's an extremely strange feeling of "crowding".

It's like there's already an eyeball stuck in the eye socket, and now, another, smaller thing is trying to slowly squeeze in from the side.

what happened?

Did the eyeliner stick into the hole?

She subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

That feeling became even more pronounced.

Not only my eyes, but my head started to hurt too.

It felt as if something was slowly seeping into her brain along her nerves, subtle yet impossible to ignore.

After a while, the pain finally subsided a bit.

She struggled to open her eyes wide; there were blurry double images in her vision, but she could see things clearly.

But instead of checking her eyes, she sat up straight in front of the terminal, her fingers involuntarily starting to search for keywords in the offline system—

Covin Group.

But she herself felt confused. Why would she search for this unknown group for no reason?
But her eyes seemed to have their own will, staring intently at each and every message as she read on.

The double images multiplied, the picture split into several pieces, and the text seemed to multiply as it grew, making her feel nauseous.

Finally, a message entered her mind—

This morning, a frigate belonging to the Covin Group entered the airport.

The crew members on board are all normal.

There were no obviously unfamiliar faces; each person had a detailed file, complete identity records, and compliant customs clearance materials.

Why should I care about this?

At that moment, she glanced unintentionally at the mirror next to her.

A scream—

Two eyeballs, one big and one small, were squeezed into her eye sockets, both rolling around.

Luckily, she was the only one in the office.

It went unnoticed by others.

She tried to calm herself down.

Muster up the courage to look more closely—

The eyes are normal.

Was that just an illusion?
But that eerie feeling is still there.

Do I really have two eyes?
Her gaze fell on the information displayed on the screen.

Even more terrifying thoughts suddenly arise.

Since it can have two eyes...

What about the brain?

This idea was driving her almost crazy.

She couldn't sit still any longer, so she hurriedly packed her things and left.

A colleague saw this and asked:
"Sis, getting off work so early? Where are you going? You're dressed so... well, so uniquely..."

She didn't know that her colleague was hesitant to speak because she had only finished applying half of her eyeliner.

He forced a smile.

"The StarNet is gone, and there haven't been any new updates, so what are we still sitting here for?"

"That's true. I heard that a lot of ships can't dock at the airport right now. Hopefully, Bell Labs can fix the StarNet soon, otherwise what's the point of all the tribute we've paid?"

She didn't reply, but quickly walked out of the customs building.

The outer ring city is still dazzling and colorful.

However, most of those huge advertising screens, floating neon lights, and images hanging high up are content cached before the StarNet was cut off, and they are still looping rigidly over and over again, giving them an increasingly eerie, lifeless feel.

She clumsily maneuvered her car manually.

Fortunately, everyone on the road was just as clumsy as her.

With the StarNet gone, various autonomous driving and traffic diversion functions also became paralyzed, resulting in erratic and chaotic traffic flow on the entire road, creating unprecedented chaos in urban traffic.

She had just turned a corner when, in an attempt to avoid a car that had gone out of control and veered off course, her hand slipped, and she nearly crashed into another silver, teardrop-shaped flying car.

Fortunately, the other party was extremely agile, and with a slight dodge that barely touched her car body, it avoided her silently.

She was startled, and even subconsciously exclaimed in surprise:
These days, there are still people who can drive a car so well manually?

I couldn't help but glance at it again in the rearview mirror.

The silver teardrop-shaped vehicle had already sped past, leaving only a minimalist family crest at the rear, resembling a reclining "8." The chip told her that this seemed to represent an infinite loop.

She stared at the clan emblem and suddenly paused.

This mark looks somewhat familiar.

seem……

She had just seen it in the information about the Covin Group.