"Mr. Morgan, please calm down."
Another consortium leader, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking far more rational, walked over. He reached out and stroked the Mecha's cold metal shell, wisdom gleaming in his eyes.
What? You were asking where he got those glasses?
Well, to maintain his refined scoundrel image, he had specially commissioned a craftsman in the game to make him a pair of non-prescription glasses...
"This is not a bad thing."
"Have you not realized it? This Mecha's transmission structure and energy circuits completely surpass Earth's existing industrial knowledge, yet it can operate perfectly in this game, where physical laws are incredibly realistic!"
"Moreover, the complexity and intricacy of those Mecha blueprints are beyond imagination. No matter how you look at it, this thing has value beyond the game!"
He turned to his assistant behind him. "Immediately export every structural blueprint and material datum for this Mecha into real-world storage devices at a one-to-one scale. Make multiple backups!"
"Sir, you mean..."
"This is not some game item at all. These are technological blueprints from a new era!" The business tycoon breathed rapidly. "Hand them over to Lockheed's and Boeing's private laboratories! We may be too low-level to unlock it in the game, but what if we build it in reality? That would be a trillion-dollar market capable of monopolizing the global arms industry!"
The powerful elites all suddenly understood, their eyes promptly filling with fanaticism.
Only the far-sighted [Donnie] looked deeply worried. He thought of all the unusual events in the Dragon Kingdom over the past few months...
Could it be?
No, no, impossible...
Lungs.
The Dragon Kingdom's scholars were living through the most fulfilling and passionate days of their lives.
Every battle was for leveling up!
Every level-up was for better research!
"Target located: Inflammatory Parasite. Spirit Pivot