The Crescent Moon slowly crossed into the center of the southern sky. By then, Dawn had begun to show in the eastern sky. The night was over; it was the morning of the first day of August, 2097.
Ronan, who had not slept all night, was still full of energy. Having finished a round of reading professional historical texts, he took a moment to clear his head. Then, in the Virtual Work Area, he opened his external mailbox and messaging software. The displayed notifications were, once again, a classic "99+."
Thinking back, when he had called He Yueyin last night to complain that no one cared about his "Global Census" plan, he had been somewhat deliberately acting pitiful and cute.
He Yueyin should have known that, yet she had brushed it off with a joke—because really, how could that be possible?
Given Ronan's current status and position, even if he said nothing and did nothing, countless people would naturally try to contact him or curry favor with him.
Thanks to his fearsome reputation, practically no one dared come knocking directly. Finding someone to make introductions was too complicated, and they could not even locate him. Sending emails and messages was therefore the most cost-effective approach.
The bombardment of messages from all sorts of people had been going on for some time. There had already been signs of it after the Emerald Light incident; after the establishment of the Ronan and His Friends Foundation and the Cargo Hold Livestream at the end of June, it had only intensified.
Having "99+" notifications for so long did not mean Ronan was indifferent and let the information pile up. In fact, he had not casually disposed of those emails and messages. He had been reading them all along. Whenever he had spare time, or