"To keep it from being snatched away again, we need to speed up the plan!" Dr. Stein said to Major Lola.
"Completely agreed."
After witnessing the world's most powerful Mystics, he had lost even his last shred of confidence.
Whether it was the Flesh Elder or the Poetry Woman, both were equally despair-inducing.
You had no idea how they attacked, defended, or maneuvered...
When it came to the Mysterious Realm, the two sides' understanding was simply not on the same level.
It was like a capitalist society crushing a feudal society.
It was an absolute crushing advantage at the level of systems.
Even if the latter was large enough, it could only wait to be gradually devoured by Fate.
Afterward, the Red Button began living a 007 life.
It started work at midnight and got off work at midnight, working 7*24.
Ordinary People naturally could not endure that, but it was a mature program, so of course it could.
Testing, injecting code, testing, crashing, fixing, injecting again...
An endless cycle.
Stein had previously been rather patient, since he knew that rushing deadlines was the greatest taboo in programming. Every mountain of garbage code had been rushed out.
It was only that some code had a solid foundation and an excellent architecture, allowing it to pile up high enough; some was such trash that even a small mound would collapse.
But now, they had no choice but to rush. If they did not, the project would become someone else's. What was there to be softhearted about?
"I can't take it anymore! I want a vacation, I want a beach, I want swimsuits..."
"You only need to work overtime."
"Ah, ah, ah! Why do other people's children get to play every day?"
"That is because their parents are irresponsible. They can only