The Comedian Box
He had won the Personal Best Design Award three times in a row, and his overall design standards ranked among the Foundation's top three.
However, because his personal style was too pronounced, he was rarely invited to participate in most specialized projects or collaborative design projects.
Backpack Man Sovar was the most senior of them all. Not only was he a Foundation designer, but he was also a World-Class Engineer personally certified by the Black Tower.
It was said that he had some unknown secrets within the Foundation during his early years.
"Because of the world's confidentiality, we will be leaving the Foundation for the Black Tower... Please make sure to bring any props you may need for the design work."
"Rest assured. Sovar and I are both the type to carry our equipment with us. All our tools are on our persons at all times."
One-Legged Box first pointed at his top hat, then knocked on the steel wardrobe strapped to Sovar's back... indicating that the tools were inside.
"Fine. Follow me."
Han Dong led the two away from the Foundation and immediately borrowed a sealed chamber from the Black Tower office.
Using his status as the Sole Candidate, he requested mandatory lockdown until Han Dong and the others chose to leave.
Once everything was ready, the air of mystery had also been properly set.
Box rubbed his hands excitedly... He was extremely curious about what kind of world Mr. M's Sole Candidate possessed, and why it required such secrecy.
At that moment.
Han Dong landed on their shoulders, and an irresistible spatial suction swept through their bodies.
Buzz! A never-before-experienced "vortex-style" teleportation swallowed them whole.
In the blink of an eye, they had set foot upon a dim plain somewhere between black and gray.
Enormous