"What was so important that it had to be discussed on B7? Didn't I say I've been busy these past few days—holy shit?!"
B7 level of the Vault.
The instant Yin Fang reluctantly stepped out of the elevator and onto B7, he froze in place, his face utterly blank.
After a moment of stunned silence, he mechanically turned his neck and looked at Chu Guang, who stood beside the terminal with a smile on his face, then spoke in disbelief.
"...This is the Vault you manage?"
Chu Guang nodded.
"Obviously."
Seeing him nod so casually, Yin Fang nearly spat blood.
"Then why didn't you take it out earlier?!"
Chu Guang's expression turned a little strange at those words.
I fucking wanted to!
But what could he do when the first-generation Administrator wouldn't let him?
Still, explaining that would be too troublesome. Given Yin Fang's habit of getting to the bottom of everything, he would probably keep asking forever. Chu Guang spent a few seconds making up an excuse, cleared his throat, and said casually.
"...I forgot the password to this level. I only remembered it recently."
Yin Fang stared blankly at Chu Guang, practically wearing the words "Do you really think I'd believe that?" on his face.
However, Chu Guang had no intention of explaining further and directly changed the subject.
"Could you take a look and tell me roughly what level these facilities are at?"
Yin Fang took a deep breath and spent a full minute calming himself down before continuing.
"...Put it this way: if an ordinary survivor settlement got its hands on this set of processing equipment, then as long as they weren't stupid enough to use it to peel apples for fun, it could carry them straight from the early Industrial Age into the Information Age!"