There was no need to inspect the passage behind them; that was where they had come from. After the little mechanical spheres flew into the other five passages, everyone gathered around Doom, waiting for feedback from his terminal.
Doom knew exactly what to do. Though he was not the sort of person who kept a dozen backup plans for everything, that was only because he was confident one plan was enough. It did not mean his thinking lacked thoroughness.
Before long, the little robot surrounded by the group gradually began transmitting video signals—or rather, magical images.
The first dimension to send back an image was clearly wrong. It contained some extremely cartoonish-looking bugs with huge, watery eyes and outrageously bright colors.
They were singing and dancing in a huge room. There were also long tables covered in white tablecloths, laden with all kinds of adorable cakes and snacks.
"Ah, I know this one. It should be an A'San musical dimension, but with bugs." Wade scratched his butt as he watched the male and female bugs dance enthusiastically in neat lines. He felt like swaying along too. "What a cold midwinter, what a cold midwinter, faintly..."
Su Ming rolled his eyes. This was not where they were headed next. It was more like a bug version of High School Musical—a school musical.
Still, he could not be bothered to correct his cousin. He merely patted Doom on the shoulder, signaling him to switch the feed. Since this dimension was wrong, the probe had completed its mission.
Doom did not feel the slightest regret. As long as he had the manufacturing principles, producing these little things was not difficult. With the help of his technological armor, he could make several hundred in one night without trouble.
So he snapped his fingers, and