On the Eve of Crisis

North America War Zone, Transatlantic Sixth Fleet.

The hundred-meter Hive underground branch, circular conference room.

Seventeen high-ranking officials in uniforms of various ranks silently looked at the detailed reports in their hands.

On the screen wall, natural light was projected, dispelling the oppressive feeling of being underground.

"Sir Andrew."

"You mean canceling investment in technological restoration?"

"Putting all our efforts into cultivating Awakened?"

Across from Andrew, a balding middle-aged man tugged at the tie around his neck, feeling that the air was somewhat stuffy.

Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

The information revealed in the report was simply too shocking.

During the trial, the Awakened named Lin An had unleashed Combat Power in the final battle that was simply unbelievable.

"That's right."

Seated in a wheelchair, Andrew nodded slightly, his face somewhat pale and his eyes filled with indifference:

"There's no need to waste resources restoring technology."

"As the Doomsday Progress advances, only individual strength may be able to resist this apocalypse."

"Put all our resources into the Awakened and launch a new round of mutation projects."

His words were simple, but their meaning was beyond question.

"But—"

Wearing a dark-blue military uniform, the four-star general who had once served as Commander-in-Chief of the Atlantic Seventh Fleet opened his mouth.

His expression was filled with unwillingness, as well as a stubborn attachment to past glory.

"We still have six carrier fleets operating normally! Nuclear submarines beneath the oceans, overseas military bases in every war zone, strategic silos—"

"Are we supposed to abandon all of them!?"

"Once we stop restoring industrial projects, we'll soon lose—"

"Idiot. Are you questioning me?"

Andrew asked softly.

He showed not the slightest respect to this former military hardliner and interrupted him without the slightest courtesy.

The general who had been cut off glared