Leaving aside the players in the game fighting to the death, dying and coming back to life, then dying again, things were going quite well on Earth in this dimensional world.
At that moment, the 4:30 p.m. sunlight slanted in through the window, falling squarely upon Old Wang, the top leader of a certain organization, making his whole body feel pleasantly warm.
So he reclined halfway in his chair, sipping his tea in small mouthfuls and occasionally glancing at the little desk clock, already thinking about what to do after getting off work.
Over the past month, after all, his organization had achieved remarkable results. Preliminary output verification had been completed for both the core principles of aircraft engines and the reaction equations and core principles of cold nuclear fusion. The cold fusion reactor project in particular had compiled several thousand pages of materials, all technical documents. Their progress could not have been faster!
Beyond that, projects such as the composite metal crystal structure for high-strength armor, plasma cannons, laser weapons, radar-optical dual stealth technology, practical individual power armor, and more were all advancing steadily. Each project had a dedicated team responsible for researching, digesting, verifying, and implementing it both inside and outside the game.
As the person in charge of all this, both he and his organization had naturally received repeated praise from their superiors due to their outstanding achievements. For the past few days, he had felt as though he had eaten honey—even old tea stems tasted sweet to him.
However...
Just as he lifted his teacup, blew at the leaves floating on its surface, took a sip of warm tea with a faint lingering sweetness, and prepared to leave work—
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Three highly untimely knocks sounded, making him frown instinctively.
"..."
But there was no