What? You've Already Cleared It?

After becoming the State Preceptor, Zhang Qi's first order was to establish a more professional observation organization.

He named it the Imperial Astronomical Bureau—

Its first order was to build a tower.

King Zhou did not ask why. He simply gave the order.

Thus, during the next brief Stable Era, all the slaves and soldiers in Chaoge were mobilized to begin constructing a tall tower.

Trisolaran thought was transparent, a trait that gave them a terrifying advantage in sociology.

There was no deception, no slacking off, no cutting corners.

Because everyone's thoughts were exposed to the collective, even the slightest notion of laziness would be instantly caught and condemned by their companions' brainwaves.

The entire society was like an unimaginably precise machine made of flesh and bone, efficient to a horrifying degree.

It was precisely because of this that this civilization could create such a miraculous construct as the human computer.

Standing beneath the colossal tower rising from the ground, Zhang Qi could not help but sigh.

Then time began to accelerate.

From atop the tower, Zhang Qi watched as the world before him turned into a bizarre silent play.

Stable Eras and Chaotic Eras alternated in succession.

Zhang Qi recorded the observation results, then handed them over to his counterparts in the other worlds for calculation.

The arrival and end of every Chaotic Era, the descent and departure of every Stable Era—all fell within his predictions.

Civilization was able to advance—

The giant stone pendulum was dismantled and replaced by a taller clock tower, upon which a massive bronze telescope was installed.

The city's dirt roads were paved with hard stone slabs, then dug up again to lay railway tracks beneath them.

For the first time, black steam locomotives billowing thick smoke let out their shrill cries, dragging heavy