"Fuck?"
Yuan Wuwei's voice control glitched. He stepped forward a few paces and stared fixedly at the planetary image that had just appeared in the Projection Zone.
The scenes, seemingly captured by drones and stitched together, were not comprehensive enough, but they revealed various landmarks in the photographed areas.
That gray, dreary look of residential zones, where most areas lacked routine maintenance and had thus become shabby and desolate, was one of Outer Earth's defining features.
"So we can directly observe Outer Earth from here? Is this the real world or the Dreamscape Game?"
"They kept it well hidden before. My privacy on Outer Earth..."
Whenever Yuan Wuwei got excited, his mouth became hard to rein in.
Ronan ignored him and merely watched in silence as the images in the Projection Zone rapidly shifted.
Bamboo Pole stepped forward as well and tugged Yuan Wuwei. The two of them backed away, found two control stations near the Command Seat, and sat down.
As for the current Outer Earth—at least the biosphere below the stratosphere—Ronan was already, in effect, one of its shareholders.
Relying on the Water Condensation Ring Version Soul Cape, he had established a Short Reach Defense Circle. He truly could call the wind and rain to some extent, forcing the Reclamation Corps' core members to retreat entirely beyond Earth's medium and high orbital regions.
Yet the global governance system the Reclamation Corps had built over the past forty years still remained. The upper-level governance structure jointly formed by the Intelligence Management Centers, High-Energy Centers, and chief governors of the various districts still functioned across most administrative regions, including the entire Abyss Zone Monitoring Network.
Ronan had not completely destroyed this governance system. Instead, he allowed those ambitious or intensely curious Transcendental Species from Inner Earth to act Cross-Boundary.
Much