Take It Up with My Explosive Dawn! / Saria: I Should Be Under the Car, Not in It

But Lateran, perhaps, was afraid of something, or perhaps he was afraid to admit that he had once been a "devil".

People who come into contact with Originium will undergo certain mutations, which may even affect gene expression, and will eventually grow Sarkaz horns on their heads.

This is what is known as a fallen angel, but it differs from a normal fallen angel.

The halo above Sarkaz's head, now infected with Originium Infection, hasn't turned black, but he's no longer qualified to remain in the Holy City.

It wasn't that I made a mistake, but that I got sick.

Chapter 619 Go talk to my Explosive Dawn!

"With my intervention, Andon shouldn't shoot Lemia again, right?"

Huang Cao soon learned of the encounter between the True Dragon and Andon.

A tribute to the most useful operators in the current banner!

Tell my invitation to return home!

It's common knowledge that the gacha banners during a game event generally don't favor the operators featured that day; in fact, they often backfire and promote the characters.

But who can predict the future? Who knows, Andon might not have thought things through by then and might still fire that shot.

Huang Cao buried his face in the great Banshee's embrace, feeling the mature aura, and let out a big yawn.

Sure enough, Lamian's figure suits my taste better.

Besides those, there's the White Empress; these two are the best as body pillows.

It's not that the others are bad; they're all very good body pillows, but Lamian's feels the best.

Perhaps this is because they've gotten used to a life of luxury and have become a bit picky.

I used to want to sleep with Warfarin every day, but now I have a little vampire in my left hand and a big Banshee in my right.

"Mmm~"

Lamian thoroughly enjoyed this peaceful life, doing housework every day and asking A-Cao for help when she was hungry.

This life couldn't be more comfortable.

She was incredibly grateful that she had chosen courage and love...

The two remained affectionate until nightfall.

After lunch, Xi joined in, and the three of them basically spent the whole day on the sofa in the living room.

Even the most uneventful life is always touched by a gentle breeze.

The allure of comfort cannot last forever, for the suffering of this land is not yet over.

After bathing together, Huang Cao escorted his wife back to her room and then went to his office alone.

"Let me see when we should choose to wage a real economic war."

Finally, he turned his gaze to a certain part of the map.

Columbia, a country where more than half of the land area has been painted yellow in Utopia.

Kristen, your progress isn't going very well, is it?

On the Huang Cao table sat a photo of this large golden retriever; the dark circles around its eyes marred the intellectual beauty of its face.

Fatigue, uncontrollable fatigue.

The Preservator, residing in southern Columbia under Master Huang's control, faced an unprecedented level of difficulty in her research without the support of this predecessor from Pre-Civilization.

Huang Cao never mocks those who bravely pursue their dreams, but if they do so in the wrong way...

To conduct research without ethics is like trying to cultivate a beautiful flower in a dirty environment. The flower may be beautiful and clean at first, but the environment will ultimately shape everything that follows.

Even the best outcomes can lead to unpredictable abysses due to a lack of morality; it's just that we can't see it for the time being.

Many people claim that only war can drive technological development, and only by abandoning morality can a new technological revolution be triggered. But have they ever considered this?

If you actually do that, how can you guarantee you won't become the one paying the price?

People who talk big always believe they will never become the price to pay, but in reality, anyone can become the price to pay; it's just that the past cannot predict the future outcome.

When the social avalanche hits those who talk big, some people will realize their mistake.

Oh dear, what a pity, Kristen.

I originally planned to give you the space agency when we unified Columbia, but you've chosen the path from the original storyline, so I can't use you anymore.

Huang Cao's subordinates were already well-equipped with talent; more than a decade ago, he had stopped providing Utopia with any Pre-Civilization technology.

However, technological development has not stopped; on the contrary, it is gradually accelerating, which is inseparable from Master Huang's deliberate guidance.

Huang Cao often only provides research direction without offering any theoretical assistance. Occasionally, she might offer a few pointers in a special way, but she will never interfere excessively.

This makes Utopia's development completely different from Sargol's.

Sargol's technology has been assimilated by the Pre-Civilization; all innovations originate from the wisdom of their predecessors.

In Utopia's technology tree, the technologies from Pre-Civilization account for less than 20%.

However, the Pre-Civilization accounts for 90% of Sargol's technology tree, and its development speed is not as fast as that of the Master Huang.

Two photos also hang on the wall and table of the Huang Cao, one of Ifrit and the other of Rosmontis.

After so much time, the two of them still couldn't escape their fate. They were captured by the Columbia army in the north and sent to a laboratory.

They still became one of Kristen's means of making money from the military.

As mentioned earlier, no one can guarantee that they will not become a victim of the times.

When scandals are exposed, and when a government composed of capitalists actively commits evil, then public trust will be completely lost.

Now Utopia is accelerating again, launching an attack with a truly just form of human rights!

All beings below me are equal, and no one shall oppress anyone else!

Only I am qualified to take responsibility for everything in your lives!

Only I can bear the weight of your lives.

"By the way, where are those two little Draco girls now?"

Suddenly remembering two little Huang Cao lizards, I patted my head and thought to myself that these two little lizards really had no presence at all.

If Victoria hadn't completely succumbed to utopia, then the two of them still had some justification.

But now that it's part of utopia, these two are no longer of any use to us.

However, these two are prominent characters in the story, and both of them are now in the gacha pool.

It really was completely useless, which is a real shame.

"Speaking of their ages, they should be around 15 and 16 years old respectively."

The oldest of the group, Sister Banana, is only sixteen years old and spends all her time hanging out with Wsheldale, a first-year high school student.

Every day, they either set off a big firecracker or dress up as a ghost to scare others.

One has no parents, the other has parents, but it's as if they don't.

The school can't fine them, but making them sweep the floor or do cleaning is quite effective.

Ultimately, in a utopian society, one must acknowledge and correct one's mistakes.

If they continue to disobey instructions, they will only behave themselves after being stripped of their Utopian citizenship upon reaching adulthood.

So even though they were very disruptive, most people didn't indulge them.

Therefore, they didn't go astray. Playing pranks was just a way to spice up their lives, and they never crossed the line with the people involved. They would even pay them afterwards.

"Since our Wsheldale wants to become a technical expert in explosives in the future, let's assign some relevant tasks to these two in Columbia after a while."

In fact, under the laws of Utopia, one does not necessarily have to go through an adult travel program after turning 18 to attend university.

If some people are truly gifted, they may be able to complete a task set by the lord, thereby replacing the adult traveler.

However, very few people in Utopia's history have met such qualifications; if you count carefully, there are no more than a hundred.

So it's time to give Kristen the Bursting Dawn.

Chapter 620 Saria: I should be under the car, not inside it.

"You should understand, Kristen, the military doesn't have much time to wait for your so-called research results. We've invested so much money not so you could just sit here and do nothing. If this continues, you'll have to rely on your own methods to obtain future research funding."

"If you can't produce results again, you'll have to find your own funding for subsequent research, and the performance-based agreements you signed earlier could leave you with unimaginable debt."

Despite the officer's threats, Kristen remained unfazed. "I need more research funding. This isn't something that can be resolved overnight, but I've already provided you with the initial research results."

"Compared to established nations and utopian societies, Columbia relies too heavily on technology and lacks a strong sense of cultural heritage."

"In my view, technological progress is often steady, but the innate advantages of bloodline cannot be ignored, as they can save us a lot of trouble."

The tall officer lowered his head, and seeing that the other man was somewhat hesitant, Kristen continued in her captivating voice:

"Please trust in Rhine Lab's capabilities. We have assembled the best scientists in all of Columbia, and over the years we have received countless awards. I know you have no other choice."

The scientific atmosphere in northern Columbia is relatively decent. Although discrimination still exists, the utopia in the south acts as a restraint, so racial issues can be set aside for the time being.

After all, utopia is truly deadly; once the fleet breaks through that line, these capitalists won't be far from hanging themselves.

"I hope your research is effective. One year, at most one year. I need to see outstanding and consistent results."

After the military representative left, Kristen slumped heavily onto the not-so-soft sofa.

Soon, Saria, who had been waiting outside the door, came over.

"What did you hear too?" The blonde woman looked somewhat frightened.

Saria shook her head. "I just arrived. Your office is very soundproof."

"I'm sorry, I was just too nervous. The fewer people who know about our cooperation with the military, the better, it's for your protection."

Was it really to protect me?

Saria felt like she was recognizing the golden retriever in front of her less and less.

As the Head of Defense Department, she always felt as if she were far removed from the power center of Rhine Lab.

I'm clearly one of the partners, so why haven't I received the treatment I'm entitled to?

It wasn't that Saria was greedy for wealth, but rather that everything was too suspicious, making her feel somewhat frightened.

Especially those funds from dubious sources—if it weren't for her friend practically spending 24/7 in the lab, she would have suspected that Kristen was conducting some kind of shady, taboo experiments.

Or perhaps it already exists, but has never been revealed.

"Believe me, Saria, I have never forgotten our original intentions. It's just that sometimes, we have to be hypocritical and treacherous with certain people."

Kristen could only offer this consolation to her friend, but there was no one else who could comfort her.

Putting aside those tedious experiments, Kristen's personal research projects were not progressing well.

She had no way of knowing whether the starry sky was real or an illusion.

If it's real, launching a rocket would be enough to succeed; but if it's fake, how do we expose its falsehood?

If we were to debug each problem one by one using a trial-and-error approach, the cost would be far too high.

The movements of major celestial bodies outside the immediate vicinity should be real, as they can be explained by certain physical phenomena. But what about the cosmos further out in the distance?

Is our world some mischievous god's experimental field, where no one's life has any meaning?

All of this was unknown; no one could tell her, and no one could provide answers.

Saria left her friend's office, looked around, and then returned to her own office.

"Director Saria, there's a letter for you just arrived."

As soon as she got back, one of her colleagues reminded her.

Saria raised an eyebrow. "A letter written to me?"

Could they be from another Mobile City, or perhaps their adoptive parents?

Since local area networks generally cover the same city, except for very remote areas, very few people in Mobile City still use letters to send messages.

As expected, Saria opened the envelope, and the mailing address was written on the back of the letter.