Even if something happens to you, nothing can happen to him.

Xiao Bai switched to his encrypted email, entered the address, and wrote his request:
I need a new identity—a complete and legitimate one.
How legitimate?
The response came quickly, devoid of unnecessary pleasantries or curiosity about why a "Specially Appointed Researcher" would venture into such illicit domains.
As legitimate as possible.
2000 points.
The price made Xiao Bai wince. He currently had just over 2000 points of Contribution, which would essentially wipe out his entire savings.
But a new identity was crucial. The "Specially Appointed Researcher" status wasn't infallible and wouldn't withstand scrutiny.
There was no other choice. This wasn't something he could haggle over like a physical item, so he had no choice but to accept.
The sender promptly sent several electronic forms for Xiao Bai to fill out, along with instructions to attach photos and other documents before sending them back. They also reminded him not to rush and to fill them out as thoroughly as possible.
Next, they instr ucted Xiao Bai to post a private commission on the "Tavern," offering a reward of 500 points of Contribution. The sender accepted the commission, which served as a deposit. The remaining balance would be paid in the same manner once the task was completed.
"Professor Wang's connections are truly impressive. He knows people from all walks of life—completely different from Lao Luo's style," Xiao Bai couldn't help but remark as he earnestly filled out the forms.
The photo was taken on the spot, then edited with software to open his eyes and adjust the details of his facial features and contours, making it look only about 50% like himself.
After sending the package, he quickly received a reply:
"The documents are fine, but the photo is ridiculous. Your eyes are as big as those in Second Dimension anime. Don't you know how to use Painting Artificial Intelligence?"
"Uh... for some reason, my smartphone won't install those AI apps."
"Whatever... I fixed it for you. Choose the one that looks closest."
The sender then sent over several headshots. They looked much more natural, resembling his appearance but with noticeable differences—clearly the work of a professional.
Xiao Bai picked the most handsome-looking one, and the reply came:
"I can arrange plastic surgery here, too."
"No need. I can handle it myself."
"???"
The other party was clearly surprised but quickly reminded Xiao Bai:
"Don't deviate too much from the photo. We'll contact you when we have results. If you want it faster, it's best to get Professor Wang to help you."
"Alright, I understand. He's actually contacting me right now."
As Xiao Bai spoke, he returned to the 'Tavern' and checked the message from Professor Wang:
"Why has the data changed so suddenly? The power has increased significantly, and it seems like new functions have been added. If I show this data to Master Yang, I'm afraid he'll have a hypertensive crisis."
Although the testing project was on hold, Xiao Bai had continued sending data. This way, once testing resumed, he could instantly earn a large contribution. Consequently, Professor Wang had also noticed the new anti-gravity 'Terror Turtle' model.
"I'm not sure either," Xiao Bai replied. "The employer had someone add something to it, and it started acting like this."
He took a photo of the new engine and sent it.
Professor Wang was working with Professor Yang on data modeling when he saw the photo Xiao Bai sent. He abruptly stood up, startling the elderly professor beside him.
"This... doesn't it look somewhat like an anti-gravity structure? But the configuration is different from anything we've seen before. Now even I'm getting anxious, let alone Master Yang."
"What hypertension? I'm perfectly healthy!"
Professor Yang leaned in closer, staring at the screen displaying that utterly unscientific engine. He froze like a wooden chicken, his breathing becoming rapid.
Professor Wang quickly helped him sit down and fed him his hypertension medication.
After a long while, as the medication gradually took effect, Professor Yang, still clutching his chest, inadvertently spoke in his native dialect:
"How is this possible? Where on earth did this come from?"
Professor Wang simply showed him the chat records with Raven.
"It seems those Black Fortress folks must have struck gold... no, wait, it's more like they lit a beacon fire at their ancestral graves! They've discovered the ruins of an engine factory—one that produced high-end engines."
As Professor Yang spoke, he paced back and forth, his face a mix of shock, excitement, worry, and hesitation. It was as if he had discovered a flawless jewel, too perfect to know where to begin.
After more than ten minutes, having sipped several mouthfuls of wolfberry tea, he gradually calmed down and cleared his thoughts.
"Regardless of everything else, our top priority right now is ensuring the boy's safety. He's literally risking his life to send us this data. If the Black Fortress people find him, I can't even begin to imagine the horrors he'll face..."
"Yes, I know," Professor Wang replied urgently. "I've been urging him to stay safe all along, but he insists he can protect himself for now."
"I've seen what he wrote earlier," the othe r man said. "Young people... they never know how deep the water is. You should urge him to find a way out as soon as possible. A relic excavation project like this is typically measured in years. The longer it goes on, the more likely it is to be exposed."
"Right, I'll tell him."
"Meanwhile, we need to act quickly and restart the project. Send this photo to Lao Zheng and the others. It should dispel any lingering doubts they have."
Professor Yang added another instruction, then turned back to the photo of the Engine, studying it repeatedly with a possessive gaze. He sighed softly, murmuring:
"It's breathtakingly beautiful. Even Ci vilization 1 likely hasn't fully mastered this form of the Terror Turtle, yet it's unexpectedly fallen into our hands... If we can replicate it, it would be a revolution and a game-changer! The power of our existing mecha would undergo a qualitative leap!"
"Therefore, we must protect this kid at all costs. Even if you're compromised, he must remain safe!"
Professor Wang nodded, torn between laughter and exasperation, then relayed the message:
"Master Yang reminds you to protect yourself as well."
A swift reply came:
"Understood. I've already contacted the person you introduced last time to help prepare a new identity for me, but he said it would be best if you could assist further?"
"Alright, I understand. Leave it to me."
After sending the reply, Professor Wang explained to Professor Yang, who was watching nearby:
"It's from Senior Brother... He might need more convincing proof of identity."
"Hmm, this kid thinks ahead. He's already preparing his escape. Just handle it properly for him. If you need my signature, just bring it over."
Professor Yang nodded, then began examining the photos while comparing the data, muttering to himself:
"So this kind of anti-gravity configuration actually exists. Truly beyond imagination. All those papers I wrote before can be tossed..."
"I wonder if Lao Zheng and the others would get hypertension from seeing this?"

Chapter end