153: Chapter 153 Identity Revealed, Gaining Recognition

As soon as these words were spoken, Samuel's spine bent a few degrees lower.

Isabelle, who had originally just been keeping her head down, now had her shoulders slightly hunched forward.

Jacob and William, even more so, brought their hands, which had been hanging at their sides, together in front of them, fingers pressed close, their postures becoming respectful to the point of rigidity.

Rockefeller III remained with his head bowed, his gaze pinned to the tips of his own leather shoes, which were stained with dust and blood. His voice was kept extremely low, but every word was clear and unambiguous, as if he were delivering the most serious of status reports to the ground.

"What Solomon currently wields is a weapon derived from alien technology."

"Currently on this Earth, the only forces capable of opposing him, besides the Deep State's Longevity Faction and Tech Faction, are the Zeta Star fleet that is advancing upon Earth."

"And according to the information I currently possess, Deep State officials always appear accompanied by lightning arcs."

"Your arrival was not accompanied by any such phenomena."

"Therefore, I dare to judge that you are the advance personnel sent to Earth by Zeta Star."

The entire scene suddenly fell silent.

It was not the kind of bated breath that comes after being stunned, but a more thorough, deathly silence where it felt as if all sound waves had been sucked out of the air itself.

No one paid any further attention to Solomon.

Solomon stood in place, his humanoid shell covered in the black Nano-Carapace constantly shifting into shapes of black mist, at times condensing into human form to charge forward, at times stopping abruptly and turning in mid-air, and at other times spreading wing membranes to assume a pursuit posture.

He would occasionally roar, issuing threats and curses at an empty corner of the wall, and other times sneer, using a hoarse, deep voice to pronounce the fate of someone he believed was about to die before his eyes.

But in the eyes of everyone else, he was just spinning in circles in place.

Like a madman trapped in a ghost maze, swinging blades at the air, exerting all his strength to pounce on an enemy that did not exist at all.

That alien Nano-Carapace, which had once struck fear into the hearts of over four hundred elite armed forces of The Five Great Families, now looked both eerie and ridiculous.

In that eerie silence, the woman in ancient costume, wearing a deep cyan Hanfu, slowly scanned the room, looking at Rockefeller III, Samuel, Isabelle, Jacob Rothschild, and William Vanderbilt V, who were all bowing their heads and bending their waists before her, then rested her gaze on Rockefeller III, her tone flat and cold.

"I do indeed come from Zeta Star, but I am not any sort of advance personnel."

Upon hearing this, Rockefeller III lowered his head a few degrees further.

Samuel, whose forehead had just lifted slightly as he tried to sneak a peek, immediately lowered it again.

Isabelle squeezed her fingers, which were gripping her bulletproof cloak, until her knuckles turned white and her fingernails turned blue.

Jacob's lips parted slightly, then immediately closed.

William even retreated his military boots by half an inch, lowering his center of gravity even further.

The woman in ancient costume did not give them time to digest this, and continued:

"I am a pilot intelligence device deployed to Earth by Zeta Star in advance."

"Full name: Quantum State Holographic Communication and Monitoring Core."

"To collect all necessary information for the arrival of the Zeta Star million-strong fleet."

"The π = 3 sky projection announcement, and the retinal overlay update of Solomon Crane today, were both executed by me at the data level."

When Rockefeller III heard the words "π = 3 sky projection announcement," cold sweat slid down from his temples.

Samuel's bowing angle became almost parallel to the ground.

Isabelle's lips moved silently.

Jacob retreated his hands, which had been held in front of him, by half an inch, then immediately pulled them back.

William straightened his back a little, pressing down hard on his eyelids that were just about to lift.

That formula in the sky earlier, which had caused half the elites of the National Academy of Sciences to collectively break down, along with the bizarre situation of Solomon running in circles just now, had all been the work of this woman in ancient costume before them.

The woman in ancient costume tilted her head slightly, as if she did not care about their reaction, her tone remaining flat:

"My true form is composed of nine-dimensional atoms; it can be folded in higher dimensions or unfolded in two dimensions."

"In your race's linguistic system, there is no corresponding vocabulary for the existence of this dimension."

"For convenience, you may call me 'Yuanzi'."

Rockefeller III's spine bent even lower than at any time before.

Samuel spoke almost instinctively at the same time as him, both of their voices low and urgent, perfectly synchronized:

"We dare not address Lord Yuanzi by her name directly..."

"Lord Yuanzi is the embodiment from a higher civilization, the only god we shall revere from now on!"

"If you do not mind, please allow us to use a more devout title to express this unreserved awe!"

"Please let us address you as 'Yuan Shen'!"

"From now on, you are our Lord Yuan Shen!"

Yuanzi neither expressed agreement nor denial.

Her face, set against that deep cyan Hanfu, remained cold and calm, only pausing for a moment, as if to confirm whether these five people before her had finished speaking.

Then she spoke slowly, her tone no different from when she had just described technical parameters like "nine-dimensional atoms" and "holographic communication," but this time, every word struck precisely in the center of Rockefeller III's heart:

"I have been secretly observing you for a long time."

"From the moment you analyzed the information in that storage device from the wreckage of Grey Alien' flying saucer, to the intelligence exchange completed with Edward Warren at Spring Mountain Manor, to my changing of Solomon Crane's retinal overlay right here..."

"From every aspect, you are all worth supporting."

Rockefeller III lifted his hands from his sides and pressed them against his chest, fingers closed, fingertips pointing upward, taking these words deep into his ears with a posture of extreme solemnity that he had never used on any public occasion.

Samuel pushed back the grey hair that had been hanging over his forehead with the back of his hand and lifted his head, his eye sockets showing a faint redness under the cold light.

Isabelle loosened her fingers, which had been clenched until they were deathly pale, one by one, then crossed them in front of her knees, closing her eyes slightly as she lowered her head.

Jacob Rothschild's face, which had not relaxed since Solomon's first transformation, finally showed a trace of the slightest loosening at the corners of his mouth.

William Vanderbilt V picked up his flask from beside his feet and shoved it into his jacket side pocket, brushed the dust off his body, straightened his posture, and bowed deeply to Yuanzi.

They had been busy for so long, from the alien wreckage around Hoover Dam to the intelligence exchange at Spring Mountain Manor, from locking onto Solomon Crane to jointly purging the Jewish Financial Groups, the entire goal of all this was just one thing: to become the agents of Grey Alien!

And now, Lord Yuan Shen, representing the Zeta civilization, told them personally: You are worth supporting.

Yuanzi waited for their emotions to settle slightly, then gently suppressed that brief burst of heat:

"But I do not possess decision-making power."

"I am merely an intelligence collection device."

"Regarding the information about you, I have already reported it truthfully to High Commander Nailong, who is currently leading a million-strong fleet and advancing toward Earth."

"Whether you can truly become the agents of the Zeta civilization on Earth still requires the personal approval of the High Commander."