If something looked real, felt real, and worked like the real thing...
Then, in people's eyes, it was real.
There was no need to debate whether it was fake.
On the big screen, fireworks erupted one after another as Mushrooms detonated.
Every participant in the meeting was stunned.
Some of them had witnessed Mushroom tests firsthand and knew where Mushrooms had been tested before.
"This is real, not Photoshopped. There's a live timestamp on it—it isn't a Video Recording replay either!" someone cried out.
"How is that possible? When did they gain such power?" someone asked in a panic.
"Absolutely impossible! Our satellites monitor everything every day. How could we have missed such a huge factory complex? Where exactly is that?"
"Judging by the terrain, it seems to be Tribal Jungle?" an expert said uncertainly.
Everyone's eyes turned sharply toward Tribal Jungle.
Who did not know that things there were always lax and inefficient? A single case often took decades to resolve.
It made sense that something could be hidden there.
"It's all your fault for always muddling through in the past! You never fixed any problems, and now look at this—we're about to face a human crisis! Where are your Super Heroes? Where are all those blockbuster movies you made? What damn use are they?" someone cursed at the Tribal administrators.
"Bastard! No matter what, we're still better than you! You only know how to follow our lead!" the Tribal administrators snapped back without backing down.
First came the shouting match, then they started throwing punches.
In the past, everyone would have restrained themselves. But now, who knew whether there would even be a tomorrow? Restraint, my ass. In an instant, the conference hall became a wrestling ring.
"That's enough! With the apocalypse upon us, are we still going