It took Schiller a full ten minutes or so to accept the current situation. Put simply, the Milky Way Galaxy needed to build an expressway, and Earth had become an obstacle in its path. To complete the road, they had to find a way to deal with Earth.
As the saying went, "If you want to get rich, build roads first." Everyone knew that road construction took priority over everything else. So even if Earth was what stood in the way, Schiller would first consider how exactly they ought to deal with it.
Fortunately, Earth could move, so it did not have to face the fate of destruction. But while Earth could move, it could not keep moving forever. It needed somewhere to stay. Its original location was going to be turned into an expressway, so it could only relocate.
And because this transmission passage carried a certain degree of danger, it was best not to keep their home anywhere nearby. This would not be a minor move. Once Earth moved, the other planets would have to move too; once the other planets moved, the Sun would have to move as well.
"Schiller!" A figure in metal armor flew angrily into the tavern. He stopped sharply in front of the bar, walked over and sat down, crossed his arms, and rapped his knuckles against the countertop.
"How could you join Richards, that lunatic, in this nonsense? What do you mean, move the Solar System a little?! Is that something you can just move???"
With a click, the faceplate opened, revealing Stark's face inside the armor. Schiller, who was arranging bottles behind the counter, turned to look at him and said, "Then what brilliant idea do you have, Dr. Stark?"
"I told you not to call me Doctor." Stark shifted his