Chapter 569 - 559: Sound Source Pollution 11

As usual, the two of them ordered a huge spread of dishes, drawing stares from the other people in the restaurant.

A server even came over and kindly reminded them, "We have plenty of food, esteemed guests, but we don’t allow it to be wasted."

But just as she finished speaking, another server forcibly pulled her away.

Before leaving, the second server shot Moira Lynch and Hugh Finch an apologetic smile, then led the first one to a corner and whispered a few words to her.

The server had been a little annoyed by her colleague’s actions, but after hearing what was said, her annoyance turned to astonishment.

She looked toward Moira Lynch and Hugh Finch’s table in disbelief and couldn’t help but ask, "For real?"

’Those two both look so thin. At a glance, they seem like people with small appetites. How could they possibly eat so much?’

She had taken the morning off and only started her shift in the afternoon, so she hadn’t seen what had happened that morning.

So it was only natural that she was skeptical of what her colleague had told her.

That skepticism didn’t completely vanish until she witnessed their eating capacity with her own eyes.

After eating and drinking their fill, Moira Lynch and Hugh Finch got up and headed back to their room.

"Let’s get some rest early tonight. We need to go shopping tomorrow and rent a warehouse while we’re at it."

Hearing Hugh Finch mention renting a warehouse, Moira Lynch said, "As for a warehouse, I’ve already got one."

"I bought too much stuff back then and didn’t want it delivered to my door, so I rented one."

At first, Moira Lynch only wanted to rent it for a day, but the owner wasn’t having it. They said the minimum term was one month, so she rented it for a month.

Later, when she was done with it and wanted to terminate the lease, the owner stated directly that she could, but not a single cent of the rent would be refunded.

The owner was firm, with a no-room-for-negotiation attitude. Moira Lynch couldn’t be bothered to argue with them. ’Fine, no refund it is. It might come in handy later anyway.’

「The next day, the fifth day of the game, the two of them headed out early.」

Sitting in the passenger seat, Moira Lynch looked out at the street and said, "There are even fewer people out today than yesterday. And the sound in the air is getting more and more piercing."

Moira Lynch was wearing a pair of white, metallic-looking headphones.

Although these noise-canceling headphones could reduce the noise she heard, they didn’t block it out one hundred percent.

They might have been effective at first, but the longer she wore them, the less effective they became.

"What kind of sound is it?" Hugh Finch asked.

To Hugh Finch, the streets were deserted. He saw hardly any cars, and as for the sound, he couldn’t hear a thing.

Moira Lynch thought for a moment before describing it. "Have you ever been to a concert? The kind where fans scream? It’s like having thousands of fans gathered right next to your ear, roaring and screaming."

Hugh Finch was silent for a moment after hearing her description. "That certainly sounds unbearable," he said.

"But you haven’t shown any reaction so far, which probably means we won’t get ’noise sickness.’ That’s good news for us," Moira Lynch said.

She had done some research before bed last night and had more or less confirmed that her ability to hear those sounds was related to her spiritual power.

Still, the fact that noise-canceling headphones worked on her was a curious thing.

The two of them first confirmed the warehouse’s location before heading to the mall.

On the way to the mall, Hugh Finch suddenly said, "Something just occurred to me. If we aren’t going to get noise sickness, doesn’t that mean all those headphones I stockpiled were a waste?"

Moira Lynch: "...That is a problem."

"Why don’t you sell them off at a high price?"

"But the money here is useless to us once we leave. You should look for things we can actually take with us."

Moira Lynch had no problem with that; this was her area of expertise.

She first opened a shopping app.

She wasn’t planning to buy anything, though. She was browsing the types of items available in this world.

After looking for a while, she saw they were all just ordinary things.

’But that makes sense,’ she thought. ’A channel accessible to everyone wouldn’t possibly have the things we’re looking for.’

With that in mind, Moira Lynch decided to use a little trick.

The screen of her wrist-device suddenly went black. When it lit up again, its display had completely changed.

Hugh Finch, who was driving and occasionally glancing over, almost lost his grip on the steering wheel when he saw this.

"You know how to hack!?"

"I learned the basics from Patience back when I was bored. But this isn’t really hacking; I’m using my spiritual power to break in," Moira Lynch said truthfully.

’Code is just so tedious. I say I learned the basics, but I really just scratched the surface. My hacking skills are only good enough to pry open the door; my spiritual power is what does the real work.’

"That’s an amazing trick. When did you learn how to do that?" Hugh Finch asked.

"I saw an S-rank wanted criminal called the Emperor Hacker on the bounty list a while back. The reward was so high, and he also has a talent for spiritual power, so I got curious and looked into him."

"Then I learned that the Emperor Hacker can not only easily breach networks but can even transfer his body into the network to achieve Instant Teleportation."

The Emperor Hacker’s combat ability might not be high, but his escape and survival abilities are truly formidable. As long as there’s a network, no one can contain him.

With interstellar development at its current stage, the Astranet already provides comprehensive coverage, making capturing the Emperor Hacker that much harder.

Moira Lynch had been inspired by the Emperor Hacker to start looking into this kind of technology.

So far, it seemed to be paying off.

However, besides all that, what Moira Lynch saw most were the Emperor Hacker’s romantic scandals.

After entering the dark web, Moira Lynch saw many unexpected things.

She originally thought this world’s technological level was similar to Caelus’s, but she hadn’t expected them to be hoarding all the good stuff.

Translation Chocolate: After eating it, you can understand different languages, even the languages of other creatures.

This item seemed so-so.

Soon, Moira Lynch finished previewing all the products, quickly drew up a list, and handed it to Hugh Finch. The rest was up to him.

When they arrived at the mall, they found the place desolate. The mall, which had been bustling just a few days ago, now had hardly any customers, and every clerk stood bored at their post.

They went to the furniture section and ordered a bunk bed, a table, and two stools. Then they went to the camping supplies section and bought some items for camping and cooking outdoors.

Since they had other places to be, they left the warehouse address for home delivery.