The Entropy Lord's Commission

The Particle Accelerator had been running for twenty minutes.

The Frostplate Bureaucrats in the bunker were immensely tense. Everyone held their breath and waited quietly for news.

Because of the interference caused by high-energy particles, no one knew what was happening underground. After all, the little black hole they had created was somewhat of an exaggeration. At most, it could be called a high-mass aggregate.

They still did not know whether the Entropy Lord had been destroyed. Frostplate's electronic warfare systems had already failed, and all non-military-industrial facilities across the country had been shut down.

But fortunately, Frostplate possessed the finest intelligence agency in the world.

Without electronic offices, Law Enforcement Division Three's agents used steam pipes to deliver paper intelligence reports into the hands of senior decision-makers. At a time like this, no one complained about the harsh conditions. Every general used pencils and rulers to mark up the battle lines again and again. Without AI assistance, they relied on war games. Once they reached a conclusion, Law Enforcement Division Three relayed orders to areas near the front, where short-range radio transmitted them onward.

If one wanted to romanticize it, perhaps these holy fools struggling under such harsh conditions might create an incredible miracle.

But this was reality.

The reality was that, from this moment onward, Frostplate's upper ranks had lost their awareness of the battlefield. The technocrats who had once held everything in their grasp were now at a complete loss, unable even to conduct basic office work.

Only then did they realize that Frostplate's relationship with technology was not simply that of user and tool. It was the relationship between believer and god, slave and slave master.

Once they lost technology, Frostplate would be utterly destroyed.

Yet even so, Dai Weilin remained as steady as a mountain.