They say I'm a world-destroying anomaly.

Chapter 107 Taking in the Wandering Goose

"Come on, little sister, relax." In the closed examination room, a girl in a tight-fitting uniform, about twenty-five years old, held Emily's hand and squeezed her fingers in the little girl's palm.

"Sister, where is this?" Emily asked, her big, bright eyes darting around curiously as she looked at the room's furnishings.

"This is where you'll get a medical check-up. Come on, lie down here, close your eyes, and take a nap."

After guiding Emily to lie down in a specific position, the girl reached out and pressed a button on the instrument next to her.

Layers of shadows enveloped Emily like a night sky, and soothing music played in the little girl's ears.

Soft musical notes flowed past her ears, and Emily inexplicably felt her eyelids begin to grow heavy, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

As drowsiness overcame her, the little girl, who was already quite frightened and physically and mentally exhausted, quickly fell into a deep sleep to the music.

The girl in the uniform breathed a sigh of relief, brought up the display screen, and checked the various data results output during the instrument's inspection.

Her name is Sylvia, an employee of the Borderland Branch of the Anomaly Management Bureau, and she also has another identity: the niece of Fabian, the director of the Borderland Branch.

Why robots might have an ethical uncle-nephew relationship is a question that is difficult to explain in a few words; it can be simply considered a unique racial characteristic.

Influenced by her uncle who works in the Bureau of Anomalies, Sylvia has shown a strong interest in anomalies since childhood.

She was able to become a full-time employee of the Administration Bureau not because of her uncle's connections, but because of her own hard work, taking one step at a time and passing multiple rounds of tests and assessments.

After Fabian was transferred to the Borderland Star branch, he brought Sylvia along, partly to train his niece's character and partly to make it easier to take care of her.

Conditions at the Border Wasteland Branch are much harsher than at other branches. It is still in its initial stages and has relatively few personnel.

Sometimes, Sylvia has to do the work of two people, and the longest she's ever worked overtime without sleep for twenty consecutive days.

If it weren't for the fact that her inner nature is that of a mechanical life form, she probably would have died suddenly at her workstation long ago.

However, the Borderland Star Branch has one advantage: it handles relatively few abnormal situations within its area of ​​responsibility and doesn't usually have to deal with dangerous anomalies.

Within the Borderland Star branch, only three alert-level anomalies were contained; the rest were all safe-level anomalies, placing it at the lowest level among all branches.

As Sylvia checked and recorded the instrument's data output and analysis results, she recalled what had happened not long ago.

The scene of Uncle Fabian urgently gathering people.

This was the first time in her life she had ever seen her uncle show such an expression—anxious, restless, and completely unlike his usual composure.

"What happened?"

She only learned about the emergency mission along with the other mobilized personnel while en route to Sandstar Taranis.

It turns out that on this planet, which is somewhat famous for its tourism industry and has a rather strange social structure, an alarm-level anomaly has occurred, requiring containment by the Borderland Star Branch.

After the initial tension subsided, the aid workers from the Borderland Star branch were both surprised and overjoyed to learn that the person they were tasked with taking in had voluntarily requested to be contained.

These are performance targets delivered right to our doorstep!

Think about the other three alert-level anomalies within the branch office. Which one of them didn't require the entire Borderland Star branch office to coordinate and allocate resources from top to bottom, spending a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources to complete the containment with great difficulty?

As a result, now there's an alert-level anomaly that's just sitting there obediently on the sand, waiting for them to take it back to the branch office. What a wonderful thing.

But Sylvia was different; she knew her uncle too well. She knew very well that if it were merely about containing an anomaly that wouldn't resist, her uncle wouldn't have shown this kind of anxiety.

Under her persistent questioning, Fabian finally revealed some key information to her in private.

This time, the director of the Anomaly Management Bureau personally contacted my uncle to arrange the mission.

Recalling the stories she had heard about Director Luo in other departments where she had previously worked, Sylvia also caught the anxiety.

Is a mere alert-level anomaly really worth the bureau chief's personal attention?

Sylvia's first task was to conduct a comprehensive examination and analysis of the only woman among the abnormal contacts to confirm the impact of the abnormality on the little girl.

The Borderland Star Branch's spaceship was equipped with specialized instruments, and all she needed to do was soothe the little girl named Emily's emotions so that she could cooperate with the instrument examination.

For other personnel who have had direct contact with the abnormality, other colleagues will be responsible for the entire medical examination process.

They all seemed to be ordinary people, and they were all still alive and well after coming into contact with a high-altitude anomaly.

A sense of disbelief rose in Sylvia's heart.

If direct contact with alert-level anomalies doesn't affect safety, then it means this time it's time for containment.

Is the anomaly actually quite safe?

With her mind racing, Sylvia stared at the text and data scrolling across the display screen, clearing her mind of distractions and continuing to perform her duties.

"elder brother!"

As several lights flashed alternately, the door to the examination room opened, and Emily skipped and jumped out.

She spotted Congrit waiting outside the door at first glance, and dashed into her brother's arms.

"Brother, that pretty lady was amazing! She told me to lie down somewhere, and I fell asleep right away. I slept so soundly!"

The bright, innocent smiles seemed to radiate a certain brilliance, and even Congritte's usually silent, rock-like face showed a hint of a smile.

"Okay, thank you, sister."

Upon hearing this, Emily immediately turned around and gave Sylvia a playful bow: "Thank you, sister!"

"You're welcome, it's what I should do, little Emily."

Looking at the lively little girl, Sylvia made no attempt to hide her affection for Emily, reaching out to gently pat her head.

I touched it.

"Hello, how were the test results?"

A voice came from the side. Sylvia looked up and saw a man, slightly younger than her, also wearing the Bureau's uniform, looking at her.

She quickly recognized him as the investigator named Cheng Xu. Although she didn't know which agency under the Bureau he belonged to, he was said to have handled this alert-level anomaly.

Sylvia couldn't help but feel a pang of envy that her young age allowed her to complete the prerequisites for containing an alert-level anomaly on her own.

If she had that ability, she wouldn't have remained a probationary employee until six months ago when she was finally promoted to a permanent position, right?

These thoughts flashed through her mind, and Sylvia nodded to Cheng Xu: "Generally speaking, everything is normal. There are absolutely no traces of any abnormal factors contaminating or affecting her body."

"in general----"

But Congrit suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Sylvia's eyes.

Although the boy was not good with words, he had little problem understanding meaning.

It's generally normal, which means there are still some minor issues that aren't quite normal.

"You're her brother, right? Don't worry, she's just been a little traumatized and exhausted lately. She'll be fine after a rest."

Sylvia pulled out the document from the medical examination report that did not involve any abnormalities and only described Emily's physical condition.

"In addition—well, she is slightly malnourished, which may have a slight impact on her development."

Sylvia hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

She had heard about the situation of the two major tribes on the sand planet before.

Because the interstellar covenant clearly stipulates that one cannot subjectively influence the process of civilizational evolution of the native inhabitants of the sand planet, she could not say much at this time.

"Okay, thank you for your help. I'll try to figure something out."

Cheng Xu expressed his gratitude to Sylvia.

Sylvia nodded in response. Her gaze swept around; the other examination rooms were relatively busier, but it was clear that the multi-person physical examinations were nearing their end.

"Investigator Cheng Xu, it's truly astonishing that most of them weren't affected by anything unusual. How did you manage that?"

Fabian's voice came closer as he approached.

The director of the Border Wasteland Star branch walked towards the group, first gesturing with his eyes for his niece to attend to other matters, and then standing in front of Cheng Xu.

His face showed undisguised surprise.

Just now, the medical examination reports of Omar, Congret, Emily, and others were successively transmitted to his office terminal. After reviewing the results, he finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and took the initiative to find Cheng Xu.

Of those who came into contact with the anomaly, only one person was directly affected by the anomaly, his face being corroded by something resembling weak dark matter.

No traces of abnormal power were detected in any of the other individuals.

Cheng Xu reached out and touched his nose, then briefly recounted his experience in the crevice to Fabian.

"That's the general situation. As for more specific details, I'll write a report about it later."

Fabian nodded repeatedly: "I see. No wonder alert-level anomalies are willing to be contained."

After learning that the entity behind the alert-level anomaly was originally a ship from three thousand years ago and the ship's main control AI, most of Fabian's doubts were resolved.

This kind of transformation of things that are inherently connected to humans into anomalies does indeed make them more communicable.

After exchanging a few more words about the situation with the Youyan, Fabian looked around and tentatively glanced at Cheng Xu. "Investigator Cheng Xu, the medical examination is expected to be completed in twenty minutes. What do you think—"

Cheng Xu waved his hand: "Let's follow the rules and regulations. They can stay at the Interstellar Court's outpost."

He knew very well what Fabian's concerns were.

The Borderland Star Branch's assistance team's next target will be the containment of the Wild Goose, and the containment process involving Congrett and others violates the Bureau's regulations.

If he insisted on bringing Congrett and the others along, Director Fabian would be in a difficult position.

Having received Cheng Xu's reply, Fabian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to make arrangements for his subordinates.

Half an hour later, the Congrett siblings and a group of Bone Clan members, having completed their checks, left the spaceship and headed to their temporary lodging at the outpost.

Before the Borderlands branch completes the containment of the anomaly, they will be properly arranged by the Interstellar Court.

Only Zura, the Bone Clan member with the unusually bruised face, was left on the Borderlands branch's spaceship to receive further examination and treatment in a fully enclosed medical room.

Soon, the spaceship restarted and took off again, carrying the members of the Borderland Branch, and under the guidance of Cheng Xu and Fields, flew towards the Gobi Desert.

Along the way, the magnificent scenery of Shaxing also caught the attention of the employees, but more than that, they felt uneasy about facing an alert-level anomaly.

"We've arrived."

The familiar Gobi Desert landscape came into view.

The sky, like faded old sheet metal, gleamed with a pale and stiff light, lying motionless on the barren gravel. There was no wind, no clouds, only the heat waves distorting on the horizon.

Upon arriving at the target location and having learned the specifics, Fabian instructed the spacecraft controllers to launch a special space concussion bomb directly at the designated position.

The concussion bomb, trailing an invisible flame, struck the very center of this deathly silence.

Without warning, a strange tearing sound rang out in the air. It wasn't like thunder, nor like the breaking of something, but more like some huge, invisible fabric being suddenly ripped open from the outside by an unseen hand.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a thin black line appeared on the otherwise empty sky.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the thin line extended to both ends at an eerie and illogical speed, while slowly spreading outwards.

At the edge, the originally straight rays of light suddenly distorted, like straw caught in a whirlpool, circling around and around...

The crack spun, squeezed, and deformed, before finally being sucked in all at once. At the edge of the crack, it was stretched into thin threads and twisted into a rope, revealing a chaotic interplay of light and shadow.

The crack widened, like a giant eye slowly opening. This giant eye had no whites, no pupils, only an absolute, all-consuming blackness.

But as the cracks widened further, unusual colors reappeared in the endless blackness.

A brand new space comes into view.

Deep within the crack, an ancient, damaged ship lies quietly resting on the earth.

This is the method that Cheng Xu and Fabian came up with—if they want to contain the Youyan, they have to find a way to "pull" it out of the crevice.

Fortunately, Cheng Xu knew the coordinates of the spatial rift, and the Border Wasteland Branch's spaceship was equipped with shock bombs designed to handle such situations.

Under the bombardment of the space concussion bomb, the original spatial rift expanded to a point where it was visible to the naked eye.

"That's not enough. Activate Plan B."

Fabian looked at the scrolling data on the command screen and waved his hand.

"Yes, Chief!"