Another rainy night, the dirt in the alley gathered due to the uneven ground, mixing with the rain, forming a muddy mess.

"Hiss..."

In a corner of a small room in the boys' dormitory.

A pile of opened bottles of stimulants was haphazardly placed on the table, and the table, soaked in cheap liquor, was dripping the murky liquid onto the floor. A corner of the table also had many dusty bags filled with blood-colored particles.

Hamlet, sitting next to the table, let out a painful groan. He raised his hand, swallowed a pill containing stimulants in one gulp.

Is the drugs not enough for those little devils?

But these days will soon come to an end.

Hamlet looked at the small pile of red particle bags next to him and smiled self-mockingly.

He roughly grabbed the all-black stealth suit hanging on the hanger, checked the several throwing knives and a dagger in the clothes, picked up the half-empty bottle of wine on the table, pushed the chair with force, and walked straight to the dormitory door.

Hamlet started to review his plan, looking for any flaws, as was his habit.

First, it takes time to retrieve memories. If it's a child's memory, it's not long or short, probably about six or seven minutes.

It is said that during this time, the person retrieving the memory would be like sleeping, vulnerable to be taken advantage of.

And if I tell that idiot Elizabeth about Doronleimi having intelligence on Merka, Occia has no reason not to ask about it.

Doronleimi is also Maria's confidant. If they want to resolve the conflict between Occia and Merka, they will definitely suggest her to check Merka's memories.

This way, I can create an opportunity for a surprise attack.

Magical fluctuations easily wake up sleeping people. If I want to ambush Occia, I can't use magic, I can only use cold weapons.

Moreover, Occia hides themself all day and rarely appears. They probably have a special suite to live in, maybe even accompanied by dedicated bodyguards. It's not realistic to attack while they are sleeping.

But if they fall asleep while retrieving memories in the meeting room, in such a defenseless state, my chances of success are high.

Doing something secretive like peeking into memories, Turing surely won't let the bodyguards follow me. That would be too easy to expose.

The carrier of memories is a thing called a disk... I don't know, it's a foreign technological product, anyway.

As for how to gain Merka's trust...

I told Merka that by combining my disk with theirs, they can create memories of hating The Altria Family.

The sections of memories will repair each other, and Occia won't be able to detect that they are not the memories of the same person.

In this way, Occia will naturally distance themself from Merka.

So Merka will accept my proposal.

But this plan also has a drawback, I don't know when Occia will go to the meeting room.

Cautious Occia won't tell Elizabeth when they are going to the meeting room.

I also can't know when to go, so I can only wait every day after Merka finishes work.

Guarding all night, rain or shine.

But although this plan has no set time, it also has an advantage.

A plan with no set time is the easiest to procrastinate.

Cautious Merka can't wear out my patience. They can't supervise me day and night.

"Is there anything else?" Hamlet recalled, his plan had almost no flaws, walking on the rainy street.

Originally heading towards the monastery's shop, Hamlet suddenly turned a corner and, taking advantage of the night, arrived at an alley without attracting any attention. He intended to hop over the wall and sneak into the information department.

Although the alley didn't have much garbage, the accumulated dust over the years had gathered, forming a considerable amount of mud, sticking to the damp corners.

"Truly a hopeless situation." Hamlet didn't know if he laughed or not, a few slightly worn wrinkles appeared at the corner of his eyes.

"Goodbye," Turing said to someone, lightly closing the door, with a hint of unknown excitement in his eyes.

Turing didn't even bring an umbrella, but with a stomp of his foot, he flew up and used magic to shield himself from the raindrops.

The elegant and delicate magical power fluctuation flowed like a rainbow, swiftly leaping from Turing's cottage to the entrance of the data department.

"Oh dear, should I be sneaky?" Turing collected his joy and became cautious, shutting off all his magic.

First floor, no one. Second floor, no one. Third floor, no one. In the vast and empty scene, it seemed as if Turing was the only one galloping, unaware that a ghostly figure had been reluctantly trailing behind him.

A professional soldier needs to maintain a distance of 50 meters for surveillance... but if the target being followed is Turing, who is renowned as a perfect mage, that number would probably have to be longer, Hamlet thought to himself.

Turing arrived at the third floor of the data department and searched left and right, until he soon discovered the existence of a mural.

A large, bright and smooth wall depicted an ancient story, emphasizing the importance of compassion in religion.

["There is a slight magical power fluctuation on the right. It should be the trigger mechanism for a magical barrier."]

["However, a magical barrier of this level should be able to be broken if I activate it."] Turing thought to himself, silently opening the door on the left.

The door on the left rotated open, revealing a grand, black and white, solemn scene in the shape of concentric circles before Turing's eyes.

The indoor lights were lit up in response, and Turing marveled at the simplicity and grandeur of the scene as he looked around; the outer circle consisted of rows of bookshelves, each shelf adorned with unknown shining discs. The inner circle was composed of a nearly 20-meter diameter round table and chairs, radiating an invincible metallic sheen.

At the center of the circle stood a towering and unrivaled machine, with its bizarre appearance, complex wiring, and a sense of power emanating from the metal, instantly reminding Turing of Merka's "Golden Room" that housed various peculiar gadgets.

Actually, Turing knew nothing about machines—until he met Merka.

But when Turing saw this machine, somehow, he felt confident in using it.

"I won't lose, whether it's me or Merka."