Fine-Structure Constant

Tick-tock!

Tick-tock!

Tick-tock!

The spacious conference room contained no clutter at all, only a solemn, imposing table. Every table and chair was made from the finest rosewood. The double-sided lacquer painting on the screen depicted Along the River During the Qingming Festival, while the walls were inlaid with the vast mountains and rivers of a great nation.

The quartz clock on the central wall of the conference room rang out with precision through every hour, every minute, every second. Its crisp echoes never ceased, never ended, as though recording the splendid and great moments belonging to humanity within this tiny conference room, beneath those continuous yet minute fragments of spacetime.

This was the nation of East Hua.

The conference chamber where guests from every nation gathered.

Yet at this moment, the only people permitted to enter were representatives of the Three Great Nations.

Guided by dedicated staff, three people entered the conference room one after another.

The first to step inside was a burly middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, brown hair, and blue eyes.

The moment he entered, his sharp gaze swept around the room. Then he sprawled carelessly into one of the conference chairs.

He was North Russia's Minister of Foreign Affairs, and also an Army Group Commander of his nation.

Throughout the ten years of war, whenever he visited a small country, he had the Special Forces under his command infiltrate in secret and coordinate with him in the capital city of that country to carry out a decapitation plan.

If the other side obediently cooperated, only several thousand or ten thousand members of that country's national government would die. If they dared resist, a nuclear bomb would arrive the next day.

Through this arrogant and unreasonable diplomatic method, he had blasted the South