” Main Observation Room.
The atmosphere here was completely different from Lilith’s cozy guest room; it was cold, solemn, and filled with the oppressive weight of rationality.
Several researchers in matching uniforms stood in rows on either side.
They were the top minds under Herta’s command, yet at this moment, they were all scrutinizing the petite silver-haired girl in the center of the room with looks of confusion and slight hostility.
To them, the fact that Madam Herta had suddenly brought back a young girl of unknown origin and given her such high attention was, in itself, something that overturned their understanding of reality.
And this so-called “assessment” seemed more like a farce in their eyes.
Herta herself sat lazily on a floating chair in the primary seat, her tall figure draped in ornate clothing, one long leg elegantly crossed over the other.
She rested her chin on one hand, her purple pupils glinting with a cat-and-mouse sort of amusement, as if she were eagerly anticipating the performance to come.
“Let’s begin,” Herta said casually, breaking the silence in the room.
A researcher who appeared to be the person in charge stepped forward.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a businesslike tone: “Miss Lilith, the test is very simple.” “We will randomly call out room numbers within the Space Station, and you will need to state their specific function and location.” Lilith rolled her eyes internally.
‘Huh?
That’s it?
Who are you looking down on?’ On the surface, however, she merely curled her lip in annoyance, her crimson eyes filled with the disdain of someone thinking, ‘You guys are so boring.’ “Master Control Zone, Room A-03,” the researcher called out the first number.
“Small meeting room, used for daily morning briefings.” “Located on the left side of the main corridor, forty-seven meters from the teleport point.” Lilith blurted it out almost instantly, her voice crisp and without a hint of hesitation.
The researcher froze for a moment, subconsciously glancing at the terminal in his hand.
After confirming it was correct, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
“Curio Storage Zone, Containment Unit Beta-12.” “Used to contain the ‘Strange Twins,’ a B-rank risk curio.
Enter from the main entrance of the Storage Zone, go straight along the third corridor on the left, pass through two security gates.
It requires Level 2 clearance and takes about three minutes on foot.” As Lilith spoke, she even let out a small yawn, as if she were describing something incredibly simple.
At this, the surrounding researchers began to whisper among themselves.
“Her memory is that good?” “Impossible, right?
The Space Station’s structural map is so complex…” “Maybe she just memorized it beforehand?” The lead researcher’s expression turned serious.
He decided to increase the difficulty: “Then, from your current location to the backup energy room in the Supply Zone, what is the shortest route?
How many major surveillance cameras will you pass along the way?” This question made all the researchers present perk up.
This was no longer just a test of memory; it was a test of spatial planning ability.
Lilith didn’t even bother to think, answering almost entirely by muscle memory: “Take the emergency passage, cross the maintenance crawlspace on the third deck, then take the freight elevator directly.” “The total time is four minutes and twenty seconds.
You’ll pass zero major surveillance cameras, but you will trigger seven non-visual vital sign sensors.” “If you take the conventional route, it will take at least seven minutes at the fastest, and you’ll pass at least fifteen main monitors.” Her answer was precise down to the second, and she even knew the exact number of hidden sensors.
“Ssss…” The sound of collective gasps echoed around the room.
The contempt on the researchers’ faces had long since vanished, replaced by unbelievable shock.
Their whispering grew quieter and quieter until it turned into a dead silence.
Everyone looked at Lilith as if they were looking at a monster.
‘Whew…
Good thing I ran through the entire Space Station map until I was sick of it just to grind for an achievement.’ Lilith felt secretly relieved, but on the surface, she became increasingly impatient.
She extended her index finger and habitually made a motion as if pushing up a pair of non-existent glasses.
“Any more questions?
You guys are outrageously inefficient.” On the floating chair, Herta’s finger, which had been tapping the armrest, stopped without her realizing it.
Her originally lazy posture tightened slightly.
In her purple pupils, that hint of amusement was gradually replaced by a deeper light—one of “scrutiny.” She spoke up herself.
“Storage Zone, Storage Room G-73.” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly freezing the air in the entire observation room.
The researchers looked at each other, expressions of confusion on their faces.
This number was extremely unfamiliar even to them.
Zone G was used for storing discarded experimental consumables and old equipment, with over a hundred storage rooms.
And number 73…
that was practically the most remote, most inconspicuous corner on the map.
Forget its function; many people didn’t even know it existed.
Everyone believed this was an impossible question to answer.
However, Lilith just tilted her head.
“G-73?
Oh, that room.” She not only gave the location and the shortest route in a split second but also took the opportunity to start her carefully prepared “performance.” Her small brow furrowed tightly, and her crimson eyes revealed the kind of picky disgust characteristic of a genius who couldn’t tolerate any flaws.
“Its location is at the end of the waste disposal passage.” “However, I must say,” her tone was full of critique, “the ventilation system design for that room is a disaster.” “It connects to the old pipe network of Zone C instead of linking into the new circulation system of the nearby Zone G.
This causes its piping to be thirty-seven meters longer than a normal design, resulting in obvious design redundancy.” She paused, scanning the surrounding researchers with a look as if she were looking at “combustible trash.” “Even though it’s just for storing waste consumables, this incompatible design causes an additional energy loss of 0.0003 in the energy load of the entire Zone G terminal pipe network.” “In the long run, it also affects the storage stability and service life of precision instruments in that area.” She finished her concluding statement by crossing her arms over her chest, striking a pose of looking down on everyone.
“I really can’t stand such imperfect designs.” As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent!
One could hear a pin drop.
All the researchers were petrified, their mouths agape as if they had heard some unbelievable fairy tale.
Having a good memory was one thing, but this…
this was completely beyond the scope of memory!
This was god-like spatial logic and design insight!
She hadn’t just memorized the map; she had seen through the design flaws hidden beneath the blueprints!
The lead researcher’s face turned pale.
His fingers trembled as he quickly operated his terminal, pulling up the original master design and energy flow simulation data for the entire Space Station.
A few seconds later, his movements froze.
He looked up at Herta on the floating chair, his lips quivering.
Finally, with great difficulty, he nodded, his eyes filled with nothing but utter terror and awe.
The facts were exactly as the little girl had said, without the slightest deviation.