Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 780: The Major Event in the Plot Ends
Coruscant, Absur district.

Two ragged and disheveled young men stood side by side on a wide, suspended walkway. Around them were stylishly dressed passersby who cast strange glances at them, and outside the walkway, a constant stream of flying cars converged.

The two looked up and stared intently at the tall building in front of them.

A pyramid made of glass curtain walls.

The Coruscant headquarters of the Imperial Security Service.

"One last try."

The young man with a full beard withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and turned to his companion, speaking solemnly and earnestly:
"This is our only chance to earn points."

"Okay, let's try again."

The companion next to him nodded and responded seriously.

Summoning their courage, the two adopted a posture of self-sacrifice and resolutely walked towards the pyramid-shaped building.

……

Imperial Security Service Coruscant Headquarters.

Inside a private office on the middle floor.

A captain sat upright behind a desk, his eyes fixed on the holographic projection in front of him as he flipped through documents. He casually picked up a steaming cup of Muga tea from the desk, took a sip, and kept his gaze on the projection screen before putting down the cup and continuing to read.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

There was a knock on the office door, which then opened, and a stormtrooper without a helmet walked in and said:

"Sir, those two are coming again."

The assault team member spoke with a helpless expression.

"Which two people?"

The captain of the Imperial Security Bureau looked up blankly.

"They are the two people who tried to break into the headquarters building a while ago, and were subdued by security and sent to detention. The interrogation results showed that they were just two ordinary civilians. They were released after being detained for a period of time, and now they are trying to break in again."

The assault team member spread his hands to explain.

"What exactly are they trying to do? Are they out of their minds?"

The captain frowned, his face showing displeasure.

"The reason is the same as last time."

The assault team member twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly:

"They insisted on seeing Colonel Woolf Ullarren, saying they had a major top-secret intelligence to report to us."

Wolfe Ullarren is the current Director of the Imperial Security Bureau.

"what……"

The captain closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, pondered for a moment, then clicked his tongue, sighed, waved his hand, and said:
"Take them both to the interrogation room."

"Okay, sir."

The assault team members stood at attention, saluted, and turned to leave.

……

Imperial Security Service Coruscant Headquarters.

In a closed interrogation room on the lower floor.

Two young men sat side by side behind the table, constantly turning their heads to look around the cramped interrogation room, then leaning close to each other and whispering to each other while covering their mouths.

"The headquarters of the Imperial Security Bureau is huge. I didn't even count how many floors we went up on the way here."

"Indeed, there are a lot of people on each floor."

"Why did they give us such a small room? It seems they have no idea what kind of intelligence we need to provide."

"They'll be terrified when I tell them later."

"Wait, the door is open, they're here."

"Huh? In my memory, wasn't Woolf Ullarren an old white man? How come a black man came in?"

The black captain walked into the interrogation room with a grim face, and his expression grew even more somber as he listened to the conversation between the two men.

He sat down behind the table.

"First of all, I am not Colonel Woolf Ullarren, and you are not qualified to meet Colonel Woolf Ullarren. Secondly, I will not introduce myself, because you are not qualified to know who I am, and I don't care who you are."

The captain looked at the two of them with a very unfriendly expression.

"Uh, oh... okay, sir!"

One of the young men realized what was happening and quickly said:
"We have some important information we would like to provide to you."

“A very, very… important piece of intelligence.”

Another person waved their hands exaggeratedly as they described it:

“I swear you will be absolutely interested in it.”

"explain."

The captain opened the folder and pulled out a pen, his cold gaze sweeping over the two men in front of him as he spoke indifferently.

“Mont Mosma”.

The young man leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the captain, and deliberately lowered his voice to say each word carefully:

"She is the leader of the resistance!"

After saying this, the two men stared at the captain opposite them, hoping to see a look of surprise or disbelief on his face. However, to their disappointment, the captain of the Imperial Security Bureau remained completely calm.

"and then?"

The captain, holding a pen, opened his hand and asked.

"Then? What then?"

The young man looked completely bewildered.

What is your evidence?

The captain asked in a calm tone.

"Uh, well, the evidence..."

Upon hearing this, the young man scratched his head. He turned to look at his companion, who also looked embarrassed.

"If I understand correctly, you mean that the current Imperial Diet member, Chandrila's representative, Mon Mosma, is actually the leader of the resistance? Is that right? You're talking about this 'Mon Mosma,' right? Do you know what such an accusation means for an Imperial Diet member? Are you willing to take responsibility for the accusation?"

The captain placed a finger on the table and stared at the two young men in front of him, asking a series of questions.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

"Moreover, you are the nineteenth person this month to come to the headquarters of the Imperial Security Bureau to tell us this 'top secret intelligence'."

The captain glanced at the two men with a mocking look, and then uttered a piece of news that shocked the two young men.

"I don't know if the parliamentary struggles are too intense right now, or if Representative Mon Mosma has recently offended someone, but I want to tell you that none of this has anything to do with the Imperial Security Bureau. We are an agency serving His Majesty the Emperor and the Imperial Government, and we will not participate in any political struggles—stop wasting my time with these baseless rumors!"

After the captain finished speaking, he pointed towards the door:

"Now, get out of here."

The interrogation room door opened, and four assault team members carrying guns walked in. Without saying a word, they grabbed the shoulders and arms of two young men and dragged them out.

"But, but, wait..."

The two struggled and shouted as they turned their heads:
“Mon Mothma is indeed the leader of the Rebellion, go check if you don’t believe me! And…and…and Bel Organa too, they’re secretly funding the rebels! Luke Skywalker! Leia Organa! Yes, the Death Star! They blew up the Death Star, you must capture them all!”

Well, Bell Organa is also a rebel leader... Two Imperial councilors, one representing Chandela, and one representing Odran, are all rebel leaders.

Upon hearing this, the captain shook his head and chuckled.

As for the names they rambled on about, the captain had never heard of any of them. What kind of nonsense were they spouting? The Death Star? What was the Death Star anyway?
The captain watched with a look of utter disbelief as the two young men were dragged away from the interrogation room into the corridor.

They even told me, "If you don't believe me, go check it out."
I'm the intelligence chief for the Coruscant Sector!

We've planted over thirty listening devices in Mont Mosma's mansion! The driver who regularly takes Mont Mosma to and from get off work is one of ours! Her every move is under our close surveillance! If she were a rebel leader, wouldn't I know immediately? Would I need you to come and tell me?

"I thought there would be some new discoveries."

The captain, holding the folder, stood up, shook his head, and muttered to himself:

"It's a complete waste of time."

Contrary to his repeated claims that "the Imperial Security Service will absolutely not participate in political struggles," the captain actually had a very clear understanding of Coruscant's political landscape. Mon Mosma was indeed the biggest troublemaker in the Imperial Diet, often questioning the Imperial government on various matters, and even occasionally daring to question the Emperor himself, but she remained an indispensable member of the Imperial Diet.

Indeed, Mon Mosma often contradicts the Empire, and her true role is that of a court-appointed opposition figure. The existence of a senator like her reflects that the Empire is not an absolute dictatorship and allows for diverse voices. On the other hand, it also reflects how magnanimous His Majesty the Emperor is, able to tolerate these criticisms of him.

The Imperial Security Bureau was well aware that Mon Mosma had close ties with many former separatist members of parliament in private. Moreover, Mon Mosma was not only under close surveillance, but she had also been arrested and investigated by the Imperial authorities multiple times and had suffered some humiliation and abuse. Even so, the Emperor still allowed this woman to appear in parliament as an Imperial member of parliament, intending for her to act as a democratic mascot who would sing dissent.

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Coruscant, Nelditz district.

Inside a Chandler-style mansion.

At this moment, the marble floor of the panoramic skywalk surrounding the main hall was a mess. Overturned vases and broken metal statues were scattered everywhere, along with shards of glass. Wine mixed with blood seeped through the cracks in the floor and filled the air with a strange smell of burnt flesh...

"Phew, another batch taken down."

A beautiful, black-haired woman in a long robe, holding a lightsaber, stood among the five corpses and said, catching her breath.

The green lightsaber in her hand went out and retracted into its hilt. The woman put the lightsaber inside her clothes, raised her hand and pulled up her hood to cover her head, which also covered the two raised ridges on her forehead and the fine scales on the sides of her cheeks.

"Is it over, Wei Ran?"

A middle-aged woman in a beige floor-length dress leaned out of the room, leaning against the wall, and asked, her face still showing shock as she looked at the mess in the circular corridor.

"It's over, madam. Please come out."

The alien woman named "Wei Ran" turned around and said.

"My God, how come there have been so many assassination attempts lately? They happen every few days. I can't even imagine what I would do without your protection."

The middle-aged woman frowned with worry.

This middle-aged woman was not tall, with smooth and neat short orange-brown hair, a thin face, slightly prominent cheekbones, a high nose bridge, a slender figure, and a dignified and composed demeanor.

It was Mon Mosma.

As a veteran politician who has been involved in politics since her teenage years, Mon Mothma has experienced similar things before. In fact, ever since she began to oppose the emperor in parliament, she has been constantly threatened with death by “imperialists”, such as some extreme populist groups called “4040 Crowd” – a group that originated in Coruscant’s 4040th floor.

However, those extreme populist groups mostly remain at the stage of threats and intimidation; the frequent assassinations like those in recent months are something Mon Mothma has never seen before. To ensure the safety of her family, she has sent her husband and daughter back to their hometown of Chandela, leaving herself alone in Coruscant.

"Don't worry, madam."

Wei Ran walked over and gently comforted him, saying:

"After this period, assassinations will decrease significantly."

"After this period of time? Why?"

Mon Mosma looked up and asked in confusion.

"This one……"

Wei Ran was somewhat conflicted about how to explain.

Thinking to myself: I can't exactly tell you directly that once the major events in the storyline end and we enter the reincarnation gap, the reincarnators won't be interested in killing you anymore, right? Reincarnators only gain assimilation points by advancing the storyline during major events. Without major events, there are no benefits to advancing the storyline, so they almost never take the risk of doing so.

“It’s a premonition, madam.”

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran could only explain it this way:

"Some kind of hint that the Force gave me."

"Ok."

Mont Mosma sighed and said:

"May the Force be with you, and may the Force be with us all. We can't do anything during this time. The original plan to lobby eighty to ninety senators to support my proposed 'Imperial Rebirth Act' has all fallen through because of these assassinations. I don't know if Organa and the others have also been assassinated. I am very worried about the safety of the other senators."

"Rest assured, Madam."

Wei Ran gently grasped Meng's arm:

“Lord Organa also has our people by his side, including Princess Leia, who is under our protection. They are all safe now, and the enemy’s plot will not succeed.”

"I hope so."

Mon Mosma said with a worried expression.

Compared to other high-ranking members of the Rebel Alliance, Mon Mothma and Bel Organa were the two most famous Rebel Alliance leaders. Their special status as Imperial Councilors also meant that they often had to appear in public places with large crowds.

Therefore, many reincarnators from the Galactic Empire faction immediately thought of assassinating these two individuals to alter the plot and earn assimilation points. Of course, the reincarnators from the Rebel Alliance faction were not to be underestimated either; they naturally also considered protecting these Rebel leaders from assassination by opposing players to earn corresponding assimilation points. Thus, a struggle began.

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Coruscant, Uscruçre entertainment district.

A building radiating dazzling neon lights.

The infamous Out-of-Town Nightclub.

This is a vast and complex building, a labyrinth of bars, casinos, fighting rings, and game rooms, the most notorious gathering place of the Coruscant crime network. Here, libertines, gangsters, and out-of-town tourists mingle, while the elite and politicians indulge in their private, independent suites.

Wei Ran pulled down her hood to cover her face, nimbly sidestepped through the bustling crowd, and entered the dimly lit hall of the Out-of-Town Nightclub. A wave of heat mixed with the sweet smell of perfume, alcohol, and spices hit her in the face.

The walls surrounding the rotunda are covered with large holographic screens playing live broadcasts of various sporting events, such as speed racing, Nunavoid, and the Galactic Games. Gamblers from different races gather around these screens, shouting and placing illegal bets on these sporting events.

Wei Ran's gaze searched the circular bar area and quickly found that familiar figure: long, slightly wavy dark blue hair, a black vest revealing rosy skin, sitting on a high stool in front of the bar, swinging her long legs.

"You are indeed here."

Wei Ran sat down next to the woman:

"Why don't you just stay at the Out-of-Town Nightclub?"

The blue-haired, red-skinned exotic beauty turned her head, revealing her exquisitely made-up face, with mesmerizing and deep eyeliner and eyelashes. Her slightly flushed cheeks gave off a subtly alluring and intoxicating feeling. Most striking were her lips, red, full, and plump, brimming with sexual innuendo and attraction.

"If every night people of different races and backgrounds offered you drinks and meals, and even gave you chips to gamble for free, you would love this place too."

The big-mouthed beauty said with a slight upturn of her lips.

"Indeed, who wouldn't like a life of eating, drinking, and playing for free every day... Tch, a bunch of pheromone slaves."

Wei Ran curled her lip and whispered disdainfully.

Is it really that hard to admit your best friend's charm?

The big-mouthed beauty chuckled and joked:

"Human sweat glands also secrete pheromones. Don't demonize pheromones, okay? Besides, you Farin people also have the ability to control pheromones, so why don't you use them?"

“I had a strict upbringing, so I’m not as flirtatious as you.”

Wei Ran picked up the other person's wine, took a sip, and said.

"Wow, you're calling me a slut? Why should women try to discipline other women!"

The big-mouthed beauty reached out and pinched her waist as she spoke.

The two women from different races laughed and playfully wrestled together.

"Is everything alright with Bell Organa?"

Wei Ran suddenly lowered her voice and asked.

“They were all small-time karami, I dealt with them.”

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman took a sip of her drink and replied.

"That's fine."

Wei Ran nodded and said:

"The Imperial Holographic Vision is already broadcasting news of the Imperial army's steady advance in Mingban. I reckon the major events in the storyline are coming to an end soon. Once we get through this period, assassinations will decrease significantly, and we can relax a bit more."

After she finished speaking, she noticed that her best friend's expression remained somber, as if she hadn't relaxed because of the news.

"You don't seem particularly happy?"

Wei Ran asked directly.

"Do you know, Wei Ran?"

The blue-haired, red-skinned beauty put down her wine glass and said calmly:

"The reason we were able to successfully protect key plot characters like Mosma, Organa, and Princess Leia from assassination was not because we were particularly strong, but because the truly powerful players simply didn't make a move."

"Why do you say that?"

Wei Ran turned to look at her and asked.

"Songcaiwo Brotherhood".

The red-haired, blue-skinned woman calmly said:

"As one of the five major societies in the Reincarnation World, and the first Reincarnation Society to announce its intention to occupy the Star Wars canon universe for a long time, they have never sent any of their members to assassinate Rebel Alliance leaders such as Mothma and Organa."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran frowned.

"In your opinion, what is the greatest advantage of reincarnators over the local natives in the reincarnation world?"

Her best friend turned to Wei Ran and asked seriously:

"Do reincarnators have three lives? Or can we use assimilation points to bring things from other universes over?"

Before Wei Ran could even speak, he gave a reply.

Her best friend gave her own answer:

"Neither. The biggest advantage of reincarnators over the local natives of the reincarnation world actually lies in their understanding of the plot. This kind of precognitive ability is the biggest advantage of reincarnators."

The blue-haired, red-skinned beauty looked at Wei Ran and said earnestly:

"For the Star Wars canon universe and other 3S-class cyclical worlds with such vast and complex background settings, even if the Sontsworth Brotherhood added up all the assimilation points of all its members, it would be impossible for them to assimilate a weapon or tool that would allow them to crush and overwhelm the Galactic Empire or the Rebel Alliance."

"Therefore, knowing the plot is their greatest asset. The Sontzerwo brothers have invested so many resources and manpower in this universe, treating it as their base. They are more afraid than we are of major plot changes—that would mean their greatest asset has disappeared!"

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman stared intently at Wei Ran:

"Imagine if Mon Mosma and Bel Organa were dead right now, what would happen? I guess the Rebel Alliance would still exist, because the Galactic Empire's oppression and exploitation of all the people in the galaxy is structural and institutional, it's an objective reality, and resistance will never disappear. But what direction the story would take after that, nobody knows! Everything would become an unknown."

"Only those reincarnators who accidentally enter the Star Wars canon universe would attempt to assassinate Mothma, Organa, or Princess Leia, because they don't care at all about how the Star Wars canon universe will develop after these key plot characters die; they just want to earn assimilation points—but the Sontsworth Brotherhood does care! They don't want the story to change in a direction they have no idea about."

Wei Ran showed a thoughtful expression.

“I know you still think all of this is just my guess and deduction, so let me tell you something else.”

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman looked at Wei Ran and whispered:

“This morning, Organa was driving his private car to the Imperial Parliament building when a flying car loaded with bombs was waiting for him on his route. I led my men to the car, located it, and defused the bombs. The driver, a droid, was also taken out by me. Do you know who informed me about this bomb-laden flying car beforehand?”

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman paused for a moment before saying:
"They're from the Sontsewo Brotherhood!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran slowly opened her mouth wide.

The Songcaiwo Brotherhood, a reincarnation society that openly aligns itself with the Galactic Empire, actually informed the Rebel Alliance reincarnations in advance about the Galactic Empire's attempt to assassinate Organa. What kind of operation is this?
So, what large reincarnation guilds see is indeed completely different from what we ordinary players see? While we are still concerned about these petty gains, large reincarnation guilds are already thinking ten steps ahead, planning for a longer-term future?

"But... I still don't understand."

Wei Ran asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Aren't they deliberately keeping the plot unchanged and maintaining their foresight just to ultimately change the plot? If they can't change the plot, and according to the original plot the Rebel Alliance ultimately wins the Galactic Civil War, how can they, as a reincarnation society bound to the Galactic Empire, gain any benefit?"

"You're right, Wei Ran."

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman nodded approvingly.

"Maintaining the original plot and having a predictive understanding of it are ultimately aimed at changing the plot, otherwise the reincarnators cannot benefit. However, the Sontzerwo brothers obviously do not want to change the plot so early. They will most likely wait for major plot events that change the course of galactic history, such as the Battle of Yavin or the Battle of Endor, before making a significant change to the plot."

As she spoke, she reached out and pushed a magazine from the bar counter in front of her towards Wei Ran.

Wei Ran looked down and saw that it was the Reincarnation Forum magazine printed by the Weixu Alliance, and it was one of the older issues.

A blue-haired, red-skinned woman opens this magazine:

“Some time ago, I met a reincarnator from the Sontsewo Brotherhood named Abram Augusta… Yes, that’s right, just like you thought. That guy was completely infatuated with me, a pheromone slave, he practically wanted to kneel down and lick my toes. Maybe it was out of some kind of bragging mentality? He gave me a little bit of information about their gang’s plans.”

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman pointed to the contents of the magazine.

Wei Ran's gaze followed the direction she was pointing to:

The latest edition of the "Reincarnation Ranking" is here!

"Technology Cycle No. 1: Aoyama Khan".

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman began to explain:
"The Order of the Universe has listed Aoyama Khan as the strongest among the technologically advanced reincarnators because he destroyed the Chitauri homeworld in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and the Pioneer homeworld in the Pacific Rim universe, possessing planet-destroying capabilities, something no other reincarnator has ever accomplished before. According to Abram, the Songtsewo Brotherhood is extremely envious of this kind of power."

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman gazed intently at Wei Ran:

"There are quite a few superweapons with the ability to destroy stars in the entire cycle of reincarnation, but not many. The Death Star happens to be one of them, and perhaps the most famous one."

"Oh……"

Wei Ran looked like she suddenly understood.

"Yes."

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman nodded and said:

"Why does the Brotherhood of Sontsees have to ensure that the plot will not change significantly? Because they need to ensure that the Empire can build the Death Star as originally planned. If the future Rebel leader dies at this point and the plot changes drastically, the Empire may choose other technological routes and strategic solutions, and the Death Star project may be stillborn."

Wei Ran had basically understood.

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman withdrew her gaze, snapped her fingers to call the bartender, poured herself another glass of strong liquor, and drank it all in one gulp.

"However, what's even more tragic than knowing their plans is... even if you did know, you would be powerless to do anything about it. On the contrary, you would have to cooperate with them to protect rebel leaders like Mon Mosma and ensure that the story continues as originally planned."

The blue-haired, red-skinned woman shook her head and sighed, saying:

"We cannot compete with large reincarnation societies."

Wei Ran fell silent upon hearing this.

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Outer ring area, western star belt.

An Arquitenths-class light cruiser.

Fu Qinghai sat quietly inside the cabin.

Although they haven't officially graduated and been awarded ranks yet, the Imperial military has clearly provided the Blade Squad with the same treatment as at least lieutenant officers, with each member having their own private cabin.

This made things convenient for Fu Qinghai. Without a roommate, no one would see the neural interface embedded in his body, and no one would disturb him when he practiced Force meditation.

[In the main Star Wars universe of the Reincarnation Main World, the major storyline event, the Battle of Mingzaka, has concluded, and the Galactic Empire faction has achieved final victory!]

A cold, detached voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

Fu Qinghai ended his Force meditation and opened his eyes.

[Start calculating the number of assimilation points...]

[Deducting assimilation points...]

Dropping the world's anchor...

Fu Qinghai silently recited in his heart.

[Confirm Selection]

[The world anchor has been dropped, anchored to the main universe of the reincarnation, the Star Wars canon universe - SSS level, and locked onto the current timeline.]

【Anchor of the World - 1】

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