Mr. Shen, please spend some of our money! Please!

The Special Affairs Bureau hurriedly set up an output environment. Shen Le sat in the middle of the room, looking utterly miserable.

"Let me think about what the structure of this Talisman actually looks like—"

He closed his eyes, meditated, and observed the Talisman. Then he opened his eyes, gripped a stylus, and drew a few strokes in 3D modeling software.

Then he closed his eyes again, meditated again, checked what he had drawn, and redrew it—

He stumbled along like this, going back and forth for half a day, yet he had only managed to draw one-third of the Talisman.

Even for that one-third, Shen Le felt there were quite a few places that might be wrong, whether in length, angle, or God knew what else.

If they wanted to rely on the Talisman he had drawn by hand to create a viable, usable teleportation device in the real world, Shen Le felt the odds were rather low. It was practically like climbing a tree to catch fish—

"Forget it. Let's try Plan B."

With a helpless stomp on the floor, he rolled backward in his computer chair, clearing the space.

Someone immediately strode over and recalibrated all kinds of equipment that Shen Le neither understood nor knew how to use.

The equipment was activated. Shen Le left and shut the door, drew the curtains, retreated into a corner, and silently meditated. One hand pressed against the Copper Fragment, the other against the Makeup Box.

"Copper Fragment, I'm counting on you—communicate the newest Talisman to Lan Zhuang and have her project it!"

He lowered his gaze and slowly inhaled, then slowly exhaled. Exhale—inhale—exhale—inhale. Bit by bit, he gathered his thoughts and emptied his mind.

Only after a long while did he enter a state of thoughtlessness, sensationlessness, tranquil clarity.