The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

If you want to go to the new urban area, the first thing you need to do is solve the problem of identity verification.

Only with proof of identity can one activate an electronic account, and only with an electronic account can one rent a house in the new urban area.

The communication grid of the Dream World is more advanced and more widespread than the Internet on Earth.

Every citizen here has a tiny identity chip, about the size of a grain of rice, implanted under the skin of their left wrist from birth. This micro-crystal stores all of an individual's biometric data.

The accompanying federal citizen records system is so vast it's almost suffocating; every breath, every purchase, and every trip of every individual is faithfully recorded.

At the same time, the communication and power grid can only use real-name accounts that are bound to identity information, and these accounts are directly linked to the electronic payment system.

What's more troublesome is that DedeCMS completely abolished physical currency a long time ago, and all transactions must be completed through virtual federal currency in electronic accounts.

The value of this digital currency is directly linked to the gold coins in the dream world, forming an unbreakable economic loop.

"This is really troublesome..." Moran muttered softly.

Even if she has the Book of Cards, she could easily perfectly replicate an identity chip.

However, without the original data record in the federal archives' internal network, this fake identity will be exposed during the first online verification.

The explorers' diaries she read about the Dream World revealed that the explorers in Valen couldn't understand the Dream World's identity system and communication grid at all, and no one had ever successfully forged identity documents. They could only live as unregistered individuals, hiding during the day and hunting Dream Eaters at night, which unnecessarily increased the difficulty of their missions.

Moran didn't want that. She not only wanted to hunt down the Dream Eaters, but also wanted to get more local specialties from the Dream World!

The materials she had read didn't contain much information about the Dream World, the virtual dream world. She had to find a way to legally access the communication network in order to find information online.

We still need to find a solution in the new urban area!

Moran decisively got up and walked out of the tent, turning the spatial tent back into a card and putting it away.

"Let's go! Let's find another place!"

Moran opened the backpack, and Zizi obediently unzipped the inner pocket and crawled into the expanded little space.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder, remounted her flying broom, activated her invisibility shield, and flew out of the building.

It's now broad daylight, and there are many more flying cars and flying robots in the skies above the new urban area.

She carefully avoided their flight paths and flew towards the square.

From a distance, two row of small buildings came into view. On the exterior wall of each building, there was a large electronic screen displaying the words "Federal Office in Canaan" and "New District Citizen Management Center".

Moran landed on the hourglass clock in the square and observed the people entering and leaving the two buildings.

She surmised that staff at those two locations would likely have the authority to access the federal archives' internal network and modify identification documents.

It's not easy to create a new identity, but it's much simpler to inherit the identity certificate of a local resident who just died and hasn't had time to cancel their household registration.

Once a suitable "candidate" is found, a little manipulation can be done in the "account cancellation" step, and the other party's biometrics can be recorded using the Book of Cards. By slightly adjusting her own appearance, she can have a legal and safe new identity.

After looking at the clock for a while, Moran noticed that everyone entering these two places had to swipe their left wrist on the scanner at the entrance.

Her expression was one of normalcy, and her movements were very practiced. She immediately understood that they were conducting an identity check.

The identification chip was implanted on the inside of her left wrist. Although she had ways to bypass the detection, the materials of the two buildings in front of her made her hesitant to make any rash moves.

The silver-gray exterior walls gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, and Moran recognized the special material—the Demon-Suppressing Stone.

She had read in the materials of the Dream World that this kind of ore could effectively suppress fluctuations in magical energy.

The entire building was constructed with anti-magic stones. When she flew over it just now, she felt her magic flow become sluggish. If she were to cast a spell inside, the effect would probably be greatly reduced, and the invisibility spell might be difficult to maintain.

Since infiltrating was too risky, Moran had no choice but to change his strategy and patiently observe the people entering and leaving the two buildings.

After three days of tireless surveillance, she finally identified two suitable targets.

Both men were dressed in well-tailored black overalls with silver badges pinned to their chests.

What's most striking is that the magical fluctuations surrounding them are much stronger than those of others, clearly indicating that they are quite powerful in the dream world.

However, once in the real world, Moran observed that the magical fluctuations emanating from his body were roughly equivalent to Valen's low-level spellcasting.

Moran noticed that when they came in and out every morning and evening, other staff members would greet them respectfully.

They should hold relatively high positions in their organizations, so starting with them will help us find the right direction more quickly.

Once the target was identified, Moran began to act.

She followed one of them discreetly, crossing the clean streets of the new district, and finally arriving at an elegant residential area.

He lived in a detached villa with a small garden. The doors and windows were fitted with sophisticated magical locks, and the security system seemed impeccable, but this was no challenge for Moran, who was proficient in spatial magic.

She used a teleportation spell to appear precisely inside the villa.

Still concealed, she patiently waited for him to be alone until he went into the bathroom to relieve himself. Then, Moran immediately made her move, striking him precisely with a mental spell.

Under his blank stare, she quickly flipped through his memories.

It turns out that this person is the deputy director of the Canaan City Citizen Management Center. Although he is not primarily responsible for managing citizens' identity information, Moran also obtained key information such as the registration process and file update mechanism for identity chips from his memory.

More importantly, she found detailed information on all the staff in the identity records management office.

The next day, Moran continued to stake out the New District Citizen Management Center.

This time, her target was the head of the records management office.

When she got off work, she did the same thing and followed the manager home.

This person in charge lives alone on the top floor of a three-story building, with only electronic locks on the doors and windows.

Moran's infiltration went smoothly as well, with mental magic once again playing a crucial role.

After going through his memories, Moran cleverly inserted some "extra content".

This man desperately needed money, so Moran fabricated a memory for him, making him believe that he had made a deal with an underground gang to secretly collect the identity information and identity chips of recently deceased orphans and sell them to them.

Colt, oblivious to the alteration of his memories, ate and slept, then went on his usual adventures in the dream world. At dawn, he got up, washed, ate breakfast on the street, and went to work at the Citizen Management Center. (End of Chapter)