As the day of the Future Technology Symposium drew nearer, the entire world grew increasingly tense at a pace visible to the naked eye.
The major powers involved in the International Security Council, in particular, had all strengthened their military presence without prior coordination.
Not only that, but their internal interest groups had also launched bloody struggles against one another.
Because everyone who knew the truth understood that this conference was, in essence, a major reshuffle.
Only those forces that obtained an admission ticket could avoid being eliminated in the fierce competition of the coming era.
After all, the more advanced the technology, the more massive the initial investment required for research and development, and there was also a considerable chance of failure.
But now?
They were being handed finished products directly!
In other words, every company that obtained an admission ticket would instantly establish a terrifying generational gap over its competitors.
And that advantage would instantly cause similar companies to lose their markets and profits, driving them toward bankruptcy amid pain and struggle.
So this was a war that concerned the future!
Everyone was fighting desperately to squeeze their way in!
This was especially true for Hammer Industries, which had always been ground into the dirt by Stark Industries and was known as the US Department of Defense's "perennial backup."
At this moment, Justin Hammer sat in his office, staring at the Invitation Letter sent by the military, his eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation.
A full minute passed before he raised his head and asked the uniformed man seated across from him, "General, can you tell me who holds the final decision-making power over this conference?"
"Sorry, but I don't know much about that either. To be precise, the American representative on the International Security Council hasn't disclosed