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Legend of the Cyber Heroes

Chapter 91 - 91 11 Minor Conflicts

Author: My path is not lonely.
updatedAt: 2025-07-05

91: Chapter 11 Minor Conflicts 91: Chapter 11 Minor Conflicts March 23, 2028, in the evening.

Four hours after “free activity time,” Xiang Shan looked helplessly at Secretary Hu sitting opposite him.

“Officer Hu, about what I just mentioned, if you don’t believe me, you can check the surveillance.

I definitely didn’t initiate contact with the foreigners…”

“How could that be?” Secretary Hu shook his head, “Teacher Xiang…

Ah no, since our ages are similar, I’ll just call you Comrade Xiang.

Comrade Xiang, as I said earlier, we’re now in an era of peace.

We’ve come here with a heart for peace and development, to uphold the Republic’s tradition of ‘equality and mutual benefit, peaceful coexistence,’ and to unlock Argon’s secrets together with colleagues from around the world, contributing to the development of human science.

It’s a good thing that you can strengthen connections with colleagues domestically and internationally.

The organization will definitely not criticize you for this.”

——An era of peace…

Xiang Shan felt odd about the term.

He glanced outside the window.

This was his small dormitory.

A single room, only about three square meters, equipped with a direct drinking water pipe, no private bathroom.

Outside the window was a group of blue-helmeted soldiers, jeeps, and the occasional helicopter passing by.

It was as if peace existed only within this three-square-meter space.

“Comrade Xiang, don’t look at it like that,” Officer Hu shook his head, “True, the security force here is a bit strong…

maybe even a bit complex.

But I assure you, it is absolutely peaceful here.”

“Besides, my main reason for coming to you is that the organization also doesn’t want you to have conflicts with foreigners.

Look, I just said this morning that everyone should communicate more and make more friends with foreign colleagues, yet this afternoon you got into an argument with an expert from the Federation…”

Xiang Shan frowned, “An argument?

I was just inexplicably chastised, wasn’t I?

That person…

from the Federation?

He was entirely making malicious speculations about my hobby based on prejudice.

I merely showed full respect for his personal opinions…”

Officer Hu laughed, “Comrade Xiang, you do have a talent for foreign affairs.

Still, I hope you can recount exactly what happened earlier.”

Time rewound to fifteen minutes earlier.

After dining in the cafeteria, Xiang Shan stood near the wooded area of the campus, gazing at the white “tent” in the distance.

That afternoon, he had been pulled into a couple of meetings where some potentially important matters were communicated, then he hosted some scholars he’d gotten to know…

And now, he finally had the chance to properly look at that place.

Although he knew the white fabric, slightly reflective in the pink sunset, was a purely Earth-made product, the object inside came from the extraterrestrial “Traveler.”

At this thought, Xiang Shan felt a thrill—a coolness of the soul.

Facing this tent, he felt as if crystalline ice cubes were dropping from his head into his heart, an indescribable comfort.

At this moment, certain “hobbies” began to take root and sprout once again…

Xiang Shan pulled out a palm-sized notebook with a leather cover from his chest pocket and brought it to his mouth.

He soon laughed at himself, opened the notebook, and took out a pen.

He did own an electronic notebook, with a screen made from a recycled smartphone display found in the second-hand market, plus some other reused components; the rest he had printed himself.

The performance was decent, but it was limited to recording and note-making functionalities—basically, everything was tailored toward “office” use.

He had modified the system using open-source code himself.

It was a project for practice.

Although its actual performance couldn’t compare to the latest gadgets, it felt right to use.

Xiang Shan quite enjoyed such DIY trinkets.

Unfortunately, electronic devices were not allowed here.

Xiang Shan had many hobbies, but the one he took the most pride in was “writing science fiction stories.” During his undergraduate studies, he had published two short stories in domestic publications.

And now, Xiang Shan was experiencing an unprecedented sense of “destiny.”

——Although I’m not the first scientist to stand before this alien artifact, I am definitely the first science fiction writer to do so.

The mere thought made Xiang Shan feel as if inspiration were bursting forth.

Since he wouldn’t have research tasks for the next couple of days, why not explore the brainstorm, get the outline right?

As for when to finish it…

Hahaha.

Just kidding, I’m not a professional writer.

The story is complete for me once the outline is done, okay!

Xiang Shan first sketched a rough image of the tent in his notebook, then jotted down the “inspiration” or “ideas” for his story.

“Mhm, mhm…

I think if I can’t make it in this field, I could totally venture into that one,” Xiang Shan was quite pleased with his “creativity.”

Just at that moment, a voice interrupted his thoughts, “You really don’t have to do things like this.”

It was in English.

Xiang Shan turned his head and saw a black-haired Caucasian young man speaking.

He was leaning against the base of a street lamp, holding a closed book in his left hand.

The man looked somewhat frail, with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and a face that had a sculptural quality.

Yet his eyebrows were so even; they seemed to carry an immutable anger.

Xiang Shan pointed to himself, bewildered, “Are you talking to…

me?”

The young man nodded, “You don’t have to do this.

Do you know?

That star won’t soak in the sea for long.

Nobody knows how the items inside are or if they can be preserved in the Earth’s environment—what if the stuff inside is from a planet with scarce oxygen, and it bursts into flames the moment it contacts the Earth Atmosphere?

These uncontrollable factors will prompt those idiots up there to organize the first exploration team sooner rather than later.”

“And by then, all the intelligence will be shared among the nations.

Recording external intelligence here has no point at all.”

The young man’s expression held a touch of disdain, “Human society is about to undergo huge changes.

You’ve already faced all this, and yet you still want to play spy games?”

Xiang Shan touched his forehead.

He felt as if someone had said something similar today.

“To be honest, I am just a science fiction writer gathering material here,” Xiang Shan showed his notebook, “The complete illustration isn’t too much, right?

How is this considered espionage?”

The black-haired young man snorted through his nose, obviously unimpressed, “Do you think I would actually believe that?

Only a science fiction writer would think that after such an event occurs, they would be called here.

It’s not the eighties anymore, academic research and science fiction have been disconnected for a long time.”

Back in the last century…

perhaps during something like “Star Wars Program”?

Science fiction authors were indeed the honored guests of NASA and other research and development institutions.

Many of these organizations believed that the imagination of science fiction authors could provide them with directional hints.

Was it perhaps due to the “demonstration effect” of Sir Arthur C.

Clarke?

However, as academic specialization became more profound and professional knowledge grew increasingly complex and disconnected from everyday life, the role of science fiction authors diminished.

Even thirty years ago, those experts were no longer welcoming science fiction authors to their meetings.

After all, when it comes to creativity, science fiction authors could no longer be compared with real scientists.

Xiang Shan, feeling playful, intentionally said, “But I’m really not lying to you, I genuinely am a science fiction writer.

My name is Xiang Shan, and if you can access the internet, you should be able to find my work.”

Honest to God, that was the absolute truth.

He, Xiang Shan, was indeed a science fiction writer, and he certainly had published works available.

It’s just that he was not invited here as a science fiction author.

The young man was startled, “I’ve heard the Republic is known for its technical bureaucracy, right?

Then why is the professional competence so…

so…”

Xiang Shan smiled slyly.

“Vigette!” Suddenly, a tall woman rushed over from the side, “You shouldn’t be making unauthorized contact with others!

You dangerous element!”

“Oh…” Vigette displayed a scornful look, “Are you FBI?

Do you have jurisdiction outside the Federation borders?

I don’t believe you have the right to restrict my communications with others.”

“Making you stay here was simply the Expert Group’s blind decision to add you to the ‘white list’, you information terrorist.” The woman yelled, “Including you in any project with a confidentiality aspect is a mistake!

As soon as the FBI finds evidence, we’ll throw you in jail.”

“That’s just slander.” The young man shrugged, seeming unconcerned.

The woman turned to Xiang Shan.

Instead of approaching, she spread her arms wide, showing her open hands, and maintained a distance of three meters from Xiang Shan, “Someone from the Republic, right?

Listen, regardless of what he just said to you, please don’t mind it.

This guy is just a radical lunatic.

If he has offended in any way, I am willing to apologize on his behalf.

It’s his personal behavior.

I don’t want any diplomatic incidents to arise from this.”

Xiang Shan nodded.

He had never dealt with such matters and didn’t know what was going on.

He simply decided to leave without saying a word.

Then, over ten minutes later, Secretary Hu came over with a serious look, saying he hoped to have a private talk with him.

Secretary Hu shook his head, “That woman is sensitive.

Spreading her hands and keeping distance from you was a show for the surveillance, to indicate she wasn’t doing any sleight of hand or passing on information.”

Xiang Shan was shocked, “Is it that…

serious?”

Secretary Hu looked quite annoyed, “It might be because that woman had a special identity originally.

She probably knew that talking too close to you could potentially cause unnecessary diplomatic issues.

Now, at this critical stage of negotiations, anything can lead to unpredictable consequences.”

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