At the research base, Zhao Cheng and the others suddenly appeared.
Their arrival did draw some attention, but it did not cause any commotion.
The outside world was now shifting like wind and clouds, but thanks to the Cosmic Federation's special support, the academic world had remained unaffected. More precisely, there had been effects, but they were all positive—funding kept increasing, and the supply of all kinds of raw materials had been completely opened up.
Research was something that burned money. Even if one was simply copying the answers, it only meant burning a little less; after all, they had changed worlds, and some things could not simply be taken and used as they were.
Of course, with Zhao Cheng's current Knowledge Tree, correcting this deviation would have been easy, but he had chosen not to do so.
If the goal had truly been nothing more than replicating the skill tree, they could have handed everything over to machines. They would certainly have done a better job than humans.
In Zhao Cheng's view, the process of correcting deviations was itself a process of cultivating talent. What it cultivated was not the depth of one's knowledge, but a way of thinking.
Humanity today did not lack technology. What it lacked was creative thought.
It was Zhao Xiaoxiang's first time here, and she curiously looked around in every direction. On the base's walls, within high-strength glass display cases, hung all manner of decorations brimming with sci-fi flair—laser weapons, exoskeleton armor, maglev-powered vehicles...
Beyond that, the researchers moving back and forth all wore auxiliary equipment. The bracer-like devices not only enhanced arm strength, but also functioned as access cards and computers; with hand gestures, they could call up light screens.
More than that, every researcher wore a special kind of cap. Calling it