CHAPTER 87: VOID PROGRAMMER

Half an hour later, Nash stood in front of Babel Studio, a place recommended by Lloyd to help with his problem.

"Welcome to Babel Studio. How can I help you today?" the receptionist greeted.

"I want to commission a task regarding our planet’s local network."

"Sure, sir. The consultation fee is 100 Nova Credits."

"Here." Nash paid without blinking.

A hundred Nova Credits was only equivalent to 100 void crystals, just a spare change to him.

"Thank you. Please wait, I’ll call one of our Void Programmers." After receiving the payment, the receptionist quickly contacted their staff.

A Void Programmer was a niche professional, responsible for tasks ranging from game development, movie editing, ship system creation, to industrial control systems, even planetary-scale networks.

Though niche, with the right skillset, it was an incredibly profitable job.

Soon, a void programmer was called, leading Nash to a private room.

"I’m Itzel. What task do you have for me?" the programmer asked.

"You sure you can still continue to work?"

Looking at Itzel’s disheveled hair and heavy eye bags, Nash felt like he could fall over from a slight breeze.

"You don’t need to worry, sir. With a Tier 1 nutrient solution, I can work for weeks without rest."

"Oh..." Speechless, Nash no longer cared and directly told him the task.

"I want you to create a filter to hide my personal information from our Local Planet Network."

"I see. Then, do you have planetary permission? Also, what level is your planet? I can only operate within Rank 2 planets and below."

"Planetary permission? Planet level?"

"Planetary permission is authorization from a planet’s official government that allows outside forces to operate within that planet—be it land, space, or digital networks,".

"Without permission, any intrusion, whether physical or virtual would be considered illegal."

"As for planet level, it’s an official classification given by the Nova Government to determine a planet’s development status. Don’t you know this basic stuff?"

Itzel explained, his tone growing doubtful of Nash’s credibility to pay.

Fortunately, he was already paid for the consultation.

"So that’s how it works." Nash nodded in understanding.

Without Earth’s autonomy being restored, how would he know its official rank? Much less knowing about government permission, when it didn’t even have a unified government.

"I don’t know the planet’s rank. It doesn’t have its own autonomy yet, and we don’t have an official government body to issue planetary permissions. Can you still work with that?"

"A planet without autonomy?" Itzel looked surprised. "Then it must be one of four: a subordinate planet, a resource world, a slave planet, or an uncivilized planet."

To cure a dog, he still has to know if it had an owner.

If he rashly took this job, he might offend a power he couldn’t afford to.

"My planet should’ve been a resource planet under the Arlean Civilization. But after their negotiation with our people, I believe it’s currently classified as an uncivilized planet."

"What? A resource planet of the Arlean Civilization? And you still managed to escape that fate without becoming a civilized world?" Itzel was shocked.

Without producing an elite warrior to win a cosmic competition or a genius scientist to prove value, how could an unranked planet escape the clutches of a civilization like Arlean?

"I don’t know the details either," Nash shrugged.

He had no clue how the Void Commanders persuaded the Arleans to pull out. Maybe it was a trade, a deal, or even a lost bet. All he knew was that they were gone.

"Tsk. You’re quite lucky..." Itzel muttered. "Anyway, do you have enough Nova Credits to pay for the commission?"

"Just tell me if you can do it and the price. Don’t worry about the rest."

"Fine, fine. I should be able to invade your local network without issue. Since it’s an uncivilized planet, there are no penalties or laws to worry about. The price is 15,000 NC."

"Too expensive. Give me a discount," Nash said casually, his eyes turning cold.

He didn’t know the exact cost, but there was no way the job was worth that much.

"This is the final price, I—"

Before Itzel could finish, he suddenly felt a chill crawl down his spine. He felt like a dark beast was breathing down his neck, ready to strike.

Looking at Nash’s calm expression, Itzel knew: if he kept playing dumb, he’d be the one cooked.

Although this was the virtual world, but even here, some people were better left unprovoked.

"Haha! Since it’s your first time at Babel Studio, how about a 50% discount? Just 7,500 NC!" Itzel offered quickly, smiling sincerely.

"Good. I need it done fast. Can you finish today?"

Hearing the new price, Nash didn’t haggle further.

His psychological budget had been between 8,000 and 10,000 NC. Getting it lower was a bargain.

"No problem. Once you pay and send me your planetary coordinates, I can finish it in a few hours."

Hiring a Void Programmer to filter information on an uncivilized planet was like dropping a bomb to kill a mosquito.

"That’s fast," Nash nodded in satisfaction.

Void Programming was really a lucrative profession; just a few hours of work could earn thousands of Nova Credits.

If he had time in the future, Nash might dabble in the profession himself.

However, with his current tutoring job paying 10,000 merits an hour, Void Programming would only be a hobby.

Paying the commission fee and sharing Earth’s coordinates, Nash proceeded to William’s private space.

He was already a few minutes late for the tutoring session.

He could only hope William wasn’t too impatient.

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William’s Private Space

"Boss! You’re here! I missed you!"

"Had to take care of something. Sorry I’m a little late."

"No problem! I can still wait~"

Not seeing Nash for a day, William was practically bouncing with excitement.

"No need to waste time. Let’s begin."

Every second that passed was money slipping away.

Launching the training session, Nash simulated the Silver Wolf King’s abilities and began attacking William with calculated pressure.

Soon, just when they were halfway through the training, a notification suddenly popped up on Nash’s virtual panel.

[Camilla Calling...]