Perhaps because idiots on the internet had so much in common, Li Yao quickly struck up a conversation with Godly Might Bro and Pan Shi Qing.
Later, once Pan Shi Qing learned that Li Yao's map-transfer application had been approved, he directly invited Li Yao to join their team.
Li Yao followed the two of them to the place where they were preparing to teleport...
A colossal alloy gate had been erected here.
It stood one hundred and twenty meters tall and three hundred meters wide.
It looked like a fusion of magic and technology, filled with a cold, mysterious aura.
Loaded down with gear, Pan Shi Qing tilted his head back at the enormous metal gate and sighed in amazement, "Sometimes I wonder whether any of this is real. It all looks way too fantastical! It's practically beyond imagination."
Godly Might Bro, however, said, "Brother, it's already 2020."
Yeah.
It was 2020.
Yet there were still no flying cars outside the war zone, humanity had not settled on the moon, and there were no time machines... The future people had once imagined seemed to have silently sunk away.
Time slipped by quietly, and people's expectations for the future were shackled by all manner of trivial matters, leaving them no choice but to lie prone on the ground and gaze up at the stars.
Mr. Liu had said that if he became a leader, he would spare no effort in developing aerospace technology, striving to bring humanity into the sea of stars as soon as possible rather than wasting humanity's limited resources and energy on endless internal strife.
Li Yao had not expected the burly Pan Shi Qing to be such a sentimental man.
Meanwhile, Godly Might Bro used his height to scan the area, seemingly looking for someone.
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