On a certain date, at the Foreign Affairs Reception Hall of the Space-Time Administration Bureau.

Edward Faulkner stood foolishly at the window of the Immigration Department, waiting for the clerk to review his visa.

"Reborn?" The clerk flipped through the documents, not even bothering to lift his eyelids as he asked.

"Yeah." Edward Faulkner nodded.

"Do you have any advantages?"

"Huh?" Edward Faulkner was confused.

"For example, have you studied international business? Do you know computers? Are you skilled in hacking? None of those? Then are you a graduate student in history? Have you worked as a researcher in the history of science and technology? Do you understand the world economic trends of the past thirty years? Have you ever been in the arms business? You're really a good-for-nothing! So what exactly can you do?" The clerk was a bit annoyed.

"I used to help others launder money." Edward Faulkner answered cautiously.

"Was it easy?" The clerk was quite interested.