Meanwhile, after the lengthy letter was delivered through the World Channel in the form of coded language, similar events were unfolding within the other two Super Territories.
Southern Fire Domain.
Golden Giant Eagle Territory.
In the enormous round-table conference room hung a massive chandelier formed from flame-shaped energy. It produced no actual heat, yet illuminated the entire space and gave people a warm but not stifling feeling.
At that moment, the round table was already surrounded by important figures from every faction.
Unlike the unified management system of Dragon Flag, Golden Giant Eagle Territory followed a standard federal system. Its administration resembled that of the Mine Island Alliance, with territories of various sizes governing themselves independently and uniting only at critical moments.
Those seated here included not only political leaders from Earth, but also wealthy merchants, technology-obsessed fanatics, and top figures from every industry.
As the photocopied documents were brought in by the staff, anticipation and seriousness showed in everyone's eyes.
But very soon, that anticipation turned into surprise.
After reading through the documents once, many of them subconsciously developed the same illusion.
Could it be... a translation error?
"Elon, you must think this is a translation error too, right?"
A robust white man put down the document in his hand and looked at the slightly gaunt Elon Musk beside him.
As the world-famous Silicon Valley Iron Man, Musk had been exactly fifty-two years old before the transmigration.
That had allowed him to be sent down after only one year in the Wasteland, enabling him to experience this entire series of drastic changes.
Even today, this Iron Man still displayed his full genius.
Although he had started from nothing, his Tesla Territory still ranked among the top ten of Golden Giant Eagle Territory's thirty-seven territories, with its level of technology