Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 718 - 97: Day 3
Entering the "dreamscape," taking the metro for his commute naturally became part of Ethan's new life. He felt he could be a candidate for the Empire's Model Worker; even while asleep, he was still working.
Today's work content had already been determined—to push the progress of the project involving three professors at the underground research facility in the western suburbs. His intuition told him that the progress of these "black technology" projects was a time anchor leading the City of Truth towards destruction, and right now everything was in its budding stage.
As usual, he opened his phone on the metro and scrolled through today's news.
Judging from the news reports alone, the City of Truth was vibrant and lively. The Democratic Assembly had held several meetings, with results mainly summarized as stabilizing the recently restless public sentiment through promising but vague reforms. They've noticed the problems and have already put reform on the agenda.
As for specific reform measures and schedules, they adopted the usual vague approach.
In the related news section, Ethan saw reports almost identical to those from months ago. Unlike the Saint from the Truth Society who wrote about the City of Truth, he didn't appear at the top floor of the "Consensus Spire" but instead took the early morning metro to the West District.
The scene inside the metro was no different from his memory: a lifeless crowd using their phones to relieve work and mental stress, which had become part of their daily routine. They began to grow irritable and aggressive, initially attacking indiscriminately online under the cover of anonymity, and soon this irritability spilled over into real life.
In the East District, there was a suspected rage-induced murder case—a perpetrator wielding a long knife caused four casualties before committing suicide. The case is still under investigation, but insiders revealed that the perpetrator possibly lost hope in life after losing a job.
The moderates in the North District took to drowning themselves, bringing little trouble to the City of Truth's police officers.
There were also some unverifiable cases, discussed in whispers by commuters on the metro. Perhaps those discussing these cases didn't care about their truthfulness; they were merely looking for an outlet to vent their emotions, so they wouldn't become radicals from the East District or moderates from the North District.
Ethan just ate his way through these bits of gossip, gaining quite a bit of insight.
However, as one of the few true "insiders" in the city, he felt there was no need for the residents to be so pessimistic and anxious, because it wouldn't take long for the city to be destroyed by some unknown cause, and then all the hated leaders, the detested class conflicts, or the tormenting wealth gap would all vanish into thin air.
If a nuclear bomb were to explode in your city, it wouldn't matter if you were poor or rich, a beggar or a big boss, or even a member of the Democratic Assembly; all would be turned to dust equally.
Ethan's current research focus was to identify exactly what kind of "nuclear bomb" had fallen on the City of Truth.
That day, the three professors at the western suburb research institute witnessed a different Ethan. He appeared much more confident than yesterday, producing a detailed plan in just one night.
The professors could only marvel inwardly at the caliber of a Mashu Institute of Technology PhD.
"HEV suit?"
The most interested was Professor Sun, who was leading the teleportation experiment. He carefully reviewed the plan drafted by Ethan, shocked beyond measure internally.
"That's right. If biological flesh can't complete the process of teleportation disintegration, then maybe we can use some device to help them through it,"
Ethan said.
If the topic of conversation were quantum physics or general relativity, he would naturally be at a loss. But yesterday's experiment made Ethan realize one thing: the project at the western suburb's research institute was not a real physics exam. He could fully integrate some fabrications into the research.
Just like many programmers write code they don't fully understand, yet it somehow runs perfectly, Ethan believed that as long as he could produce a tangible product, these well-educated professors would naturally be able to figure out the principles behind it, without him needing to explain.
He returned to his area of expertise, so naturally, he spoke with much more confidence.
Lindong, who was also accustomed to "modern life," had planned her entire day after seeing her husband off to work that morning. From morning to midday was movie time, during which she multitasked by using Elemental Magic to clean the house. Afterward, she could take a nap to recharge for the afternoon.
Today's episode of "Heartfelt Kitchen: Cooking More Effective Than Confession" introduced cabbage with shrimp. She quickly glanced over the comments section; this episode was receiving high praise.
She planned to go downstairs to the market to buy some cabbage and fresh shrimp, and while there, she might as well stroll around a bit, as this unique city held an inexplicable attraction for her.
"Ding dong, ding dong."
Just as Lindong sat down on the sofa, the doorbell rang.
This immediately made her wary because Ethan had mentioned that there were no friends close enough to visit their home on purpose. If strangers come knocking while he's out working, she must stay alert.
In fact, when Zhuang Xiao rang the doorbell of Ethan's apartment, her heart was also in her throat.
Early that morning, she had already investigated Ethan's home address. She drove to the apartment building and waited until Ethan left for work, and after estimating that he had reached the lab, she finally mustered the courage to go up to the top floor of the apartment.
