Time passed swiftly.
Wenren Sheng soon spent a month in Years City.
His status rose higher and higher, and he was appointed head of a new department called the "Space Agriculture Research Center."
The new moss he developed had been tested by several researchers and proved highly suitable for surviving in space—where water, oxygen, carbon dioxide, and space itself were all limited.
Now, whenever he walked down the street, he was met with envious looks, while an endless stream of people tried to set his Puppet Man up on dates.
Wenren Sheng had already entered many of Years City's upper circles and was trying to approach its innermost core.
That day, he brought Lu Tong to a banquet attended by the leading figures of the scientific community.
"I heard the people outside are developing Intelligent Computers," said a white-haired old man, holding a wineglass.
"They can't pull it off. According to current theory, they can only create weak AI. A computer with human consciousness is absolutely impossible," said another computer scientist.
"You're right. They're taking shortcuts, combining intelligent mysterious creations with existing computer systems to produce Intelligent Computers."
"They'll only make a mess of things. We can just watch them court disaster. Here, isolated from time, we can wait quietly until they've exhausted the wrong path, then go pick the apples," someone said with a soft laugh.
Wenren Sheng caught the key phrase, "isolated from time." What did that mean? Years City was indeed very strange, with far too many things that defied common sense.
For example, since it had been discovered through Little Illusion's ritual, that meant it was not an absolutely secret place.
Why, then, had it never gained any notoriety?
This place was a paradise that geniuses dreamed of: limitless lifespans, limitless time, and limitless things to