Chapter 406: Chapter 355: Speculation (Double-Length)

Afterwards, the investigation by the two on the front line seemed to touch upon some invisible boundary.

Although they confirmed the "alien threat" had intricate connections with the forces behind the scenes, and discovered it was a deliberately designed hostile race.

Yet the deeper purpose and core logic of the "system" remained shrouded in mist.

After confirming they couldn’t make any breakthrough in the short term, Jeming and Reks decided to temporarily withdraw from this smoke-filled star region.

The investigation had temporarily come to an end, and for now there seemed to be nothing to do.

Jeming accepted Reks’ invitation to follow him back to his "birthplace" planet in this world—a prosperous world famous for its precision manufacturing and musical arts.

When the spaceship arrived at the spaceport, two people were already waiting at the exit.

Seeing them, Reks showed a rare smile.

"Didn’t expect you would actually come back!" One of them said with a smile, "Aren’t you going to introduce us?"

"Let me do the introductions," Reks said to Jeming, "These two are my ’old buddies’ here..."

"And of course, they’re also Wizards."

These words did not come from Reks’ mouth but were directly transmitted in Jeming’s headset.

Reks had provided Jeming with a headset before coming so they could communicate better.

He could use his "Weaver" abilities to convert thoughts in his mind into sound, communicating with Jeming without uttering a word.

This way, they could communicate in places not suitable for speaking—like now.

Following these words, Jeming instinctively scrutinized the two.

One wore a colorful, avant-garde leather jacket, hair dyed a dazzling bright blue, face with a bold and carefree smile, exuding the powerful aura of a stage superstar.

Reks paused slightly, opened his mouth, his tone somewhat nuanced: "This is Calvin, a rock star famous across this star system, the lead singer of ’Raging Soundwave.’

In Jeming’s ear, Reks’ voice was transmitted through the headset: "’The Silent One’ Calvin, previously a genius in the Undead department at the Academy, could go an entire day without speaking a word, only communicating with his Skeleton Soldiers. Now, well... the change is quite significant."

Calvin shook his head, smiled, and nodded to Jeming, then corrected Reks: "You’re wrong, I’m not just famous in this star system; I’m planning to march into other systems next!"

The other looked much more composed, wearing a fitting engineer’s jacket, but his eyes were sharp like an eagle’s, knuckles large, carrying the marks of long-term precision operations.

"Buton, a top-tier Mecha modification master in the field, with customized mechas tuned by him having performance boosted by over fifteen percent, though if you want a custom mecha, I can be the middleman."

Buton glanced at Jeming: "You’re too kind, there’s still much I need to learn."

"’Flesh Artisan’ Buton, previously specialized in taboo Biochemical Beast modifications, his lab was intimidating even to mentors."

After introducing the two, Reks smiled flawlessly and introduced Jeming to them: "This is Jeming, a... quite exceptional scholar."

Upon hearing Reks’ introduction, both Calvin and Buton appeared incredulous.

As friends who grew up in the same orphanage, they knew best the extent of their friend’s pride and ambition.

Even without other introductions from Reks, even if Jeming himself didn’t seem to hold a special position, Reks’ evaluation alone was enough to make them take Jeming seriously.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, please guide me."

"Not at all, Mr. Reks is overrating me..."

Bare-bones introductions and brief greetings were exchanged.

Calvin enthusiastically threw an arm around Reks’ shoulder: "You quietly went to other planets for so many years; we must gather properly this time you’ve returned!"

Buton nodded to Jeming, his gaze briefly lingering on him, then turning to Reks: "How long will you stay this time?"

"I don’t plan on heading out again any time soon," Reks replied with a smile.

"That’s wonderful! Come, I’m treating tonight!"

To welcome Reks’ return, and to greet Jeming, Calvin waved grandly, inviting them to the most popular intergalactic-themed bar in town.

Inside the bar, lights danced and waves of sound roared.

As Calvin jumped onto the stage and grabbed the microphone, the entire venue’s atmosphere was instantly ignited.

He no longer resembled the formerly quiet and reserved Undead Wizard, but instead became a superstar under the spotlight, roaring, jumping, and stirring the emotions of thousands.

Standing radiant on the stage, as if he were born to be there.

Reks and Jeming sat at a booth, watching the figure completely absorbed.

Amidst the deafening music, Reks leaned closer to Jeming, speaking softly, his tone carrying a nearly bewildered complexity:

"At times, looking at them... I feel this world might not be so bad after all."

Jeming raised an eyebrow, looking at him.

Reks’ gaze remained fixed on the stage: "You know, Calvin and Buton, we’re quite close; back at the Academy, we’d occasionally share some heartfelt talks."

"They actually... don’t quite enjoy the life of a Wizard. Calvin finds dealing with corpses and souls too cold and oppressive, what he truly yearns for is to use sound and passion to touch the living. Buton detests the bloody flesh and twisted limbs, his dream is to freely create what he envisions as ’perfect machinery’..."