Tony projected the data stream from the tablet into midair.
"Look at this communications bandwidth. Even if you packed every movie, webpage, and research paper humanity had ever produced into a single file and transmitted it through this Neural Network, it wouldn't take even 0.1 seconds."
"He hung it around Earth's neck and used it as a radar. That's like using a Star Destroyer's main cannon to swat a fly by the roadside."
Tony shrugged, his words carrying the numbness of someone who had seen through the mortal world:
"But it's not all bad. At least our current job is 'higher-dimensional radar maintenance worker.' It sounds a lot better than hauling iron ore in a mining district."
Bruce didn't reply.
His eyes, hidden behind his helmet's visor, warily swept across the boundless metallic earth beneath their feet.
Arishem's remaining consciousness had already been imprinted by Lynn.
The golden runes that once represented a god's dignity had been firmly locked down by a set of low-level code called Despair Programming, reducing it to a supercomputer that knew only how to execute preset programs.
Yet for some unknown reason, the detective's instinct buried deep in Bruce's heart kept twitching faintly.
It was too quiet.
Ever since Lynn had entered the basement, all of Hell's Kitchen had fallen into an unusual silence.
Just as Tony was about to implant the final section of decryption code into the port—
the silent metallic earth beneath their feet jerked without warning.
Bzzzt—!
It wasn't a sound, but a high-frequency shriek that exploded directly inside both their brains!
Boom!
The entire Celestial Great Wall, stretching tens of thousands of kilometers, began to roll violently.
The thick metallic vertebrae emitted a teeth-grating screech of distortion, and the orbit encircling Earth plunged a full five hundred meters in just