Chen Xuan realized that she did not dislike socializing with people; she simply had no interest in dealing with ordinary people.
At least in front of him, she was far from stingy with words, even somewhat talkative. As long as she had a few drinks—beer, baijiu, or cocktails—she would open up.
Of course, that was only if the topic did not involve classified information.
Just as Chen Xuan had guessed, the Organization had indeed been watching every corner of the world from space. The Gospel Society had not brought the war to the Moon. Perhaps, in their eyes, once the Dimensional Limit Organization lost its foothold on Earth, it was no longer worth worrying about.
The rest of the world was not doing much better.
The major cities had basically all been occupied by Nano-Lifeforms. To survive, people could only scatter and relocate to more remote villages or even wastelands. Naturally, the infrastructure in those places could not support such a large population. Famine, disease, and natural disasters broke out as frequently as wildfires, resulting in a massive global population decline.
"Earth has been destroyed by the Gospel Society." Rin slowly swirled her glass and spoke in a low voice. "We estimate that nearly three billion people have died in the Nanobug Plague, and that number will continue to rise over the next decade. The biggest problem on the surface is that reconstruction is difficult. Unless facilities are hidden deep underground, any large machinery operating aboveground can easily be replaced by Nano-Lifeforms, followed by inhuman slaughter."
Replacement did not mean Nanobugs gradually corroding mechanical devices.
It meant that a machine would vanish where it stood, replaced by a Nano-Lifeform nearly identical in appearance and function.
No one had ever seen how that process happened.
They only knew that in this