Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 229 Time Anchor
The combat command room was unusually quiet. After a long while, a voice was heard.

No one came up with their own opinion, but the door was opened from the outside, and a female voice came from outside the door:

"My injury has healed, let me go." The blue-haired girl said lightly.

The old man looked back at her, frowned slightly, and said uncertainly: "Mary? Logically speaking, you should still be lying in the hospital bed. How come you recovered so quickly?"

He still remembered that when the association members found Mary in an unmanned grocery store, she was severely injured in many places, with her flesh and blood scattered all over the place. Even time travel had little effect on her.

After the association spent a large amount of money to purchase a recovery chamber of biological mechanism medicine to carry out emergency treatment on her, it was still unable to dispel the strange power remaining in her body. At that time, the doctor even asserted that she would not recover within a year or so.

"Blood Elf, I accepted its proposal, and it used its own power to speed up my recovery." Mary spoke briefly and put on a poker face.

She always had this expression when she had no desire to fight.

Upon hearing the news, the old man clenched his fists, then loosened them weakly.

He closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and agreed to the request.

"Okay, but you can't set off until we come up with a feasible plan," he said in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

Mary nodded, found a seat, closed her eyes and rested.

On the side, people who knew part of the inside story looked at her with sympathy and felt sorry for her.

"It's a pity that such a good candidate actually accepted the Blood Elf's proposal. I'm afraid he won't live for more than a month."

The old man stopped thinking about the things that made him upset and instead notified his subordinates to contact some companies.

He has already understood that this matter cannot be resolved by the association alone. Only with the help of the power of companies and chaebols can they successfully resolve it.

"It's a pity that I finally managed to get the association a certain degree of autonomy, but now even this little power is being taken back by the chaebol."

He thought bitterly, and felt even more resentful towards a certain company that instigated the association to provoke Xuanjun Temple.

Not long after, representatives from the three companies he contacted came to the operations command room to discuss the next steps with him.

Looking at the three company representatives in front of him who were dressed in suits and wearing fake smiles, the old man was furious. The first thing he hated in his life was those extraordinary people of the old times who had embarked on evil ways, and the second thing he hated was company dogs.

The former would kill ordinary people without any explanation, while the latter would suck the marrow out of ordinary people in a more covert way.

"Hello, Mr. President," a representative bowed slightly to him, "You are looking for us, I guess you want to deal with Xuanjun Temple?"

The old man looked him over. He looked like a typical corporate dog with the Forging Hammer Company logo on his chest, which he didn't like very much.

The Forging Hammer Company is the force behind the association's actions. It is also the world's largest weapons design and production company, with multiple armies under its command. In addition to selling arms, it also provides high-quality military services.

He brought this company here with the intention of purchasing their military services to reduce the association's losses.

"I need you to provide intelligence, troops and other assistance to support the association in defeating the enemy." He said word by word.

"We can certainly meet this request, but what price can the association pay?"

The old man sighed. Although he knew that the association would inevitably bleed a lot of money, he still patiently discussed the price with them.

After a period of time, the old man finally reached an agreement with the three representatives, in which the association would cede a large amount of autonomous power to Forging Hammer, All-Seeing Eye, and Universal Technology in exchange for the support of these three companies.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, President Wang." The representative of the Forging Hammer Company shook hands with the old man. "Our company will send the Fourth Army to provide support as soon as possible."

The representative of the All-Seeing Eye followed closely behind him and promised: "The All-Seeing Eye will deliver all the information it can collect to the association within six hours." Finally, the representative of Universal Technology stood in front of him, handed him a business card, and then said:
"President Wang, I am Xiangbei, would you mind getting acquainted?"

The old man frowned, took the business card, and asked, "We have six hours to start the operation. Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Nothing, just getting to know you," Xiang Bei said with a low laugh, "I have a feeling that we will cooperate frequently in the future, so it would be good to get to know each other in advance."

Seeing that the other party accepted his business card, Xiangbei bowed slightly, with a smile on his face, turned around and left the command room.

The old man looked at his back and muttered to himself, "He's a strange guy, but you can try to contact Universal Technology. The technology this company has is very interesting."

The company called Universal Technology was established very recently, far less than Forging Hammer and All-Seeing Eye. After the "Crying Blood Building" incident happened not long ago, this company embezzled most of the assets of the fallen chaebol and instantly jumped from a chess piece to a chess player.

Although it was established very recently, this company is quite mysterious. Not only is the head of the company unknown, but even the company's strength is unknown.

The only widely circulated news is that this company showed extremely terrifying strength in the battle for the assets of the fallen chaebols, and beat the other competing chaebols and groups, including many old companies, to a pulp.

After this battle, those forces at the top of the world recognized the strength and status of Universal Technology and invited it to take the position of chess player.

"Alas, when people get old, they have many distracting thoughts," the old man shook his head and laughed at himself, "Let's solve the current problem first and then talk about other things."

In less than six hours, or to be exact, after a little over five hours, the All-Seeing Eye passed the information they had obtained to the Association.

The association became busy again, not only the operations command room, but also the other departments and divisions.

"The All-Seeing Eye has sorted out all the intelligence it can obtain. All of this information has been uploaded to the terminal. Each department can download it and view it as needed."

"Data around Mushan. Damn, that place is covered by a thick purple fog. I initially suspect it was done by Xuanjun."

"We need to find a way to clear that foggy area and open up a safe road to Xuanjun Temple for the combatants, otherwise our troops will suffer heavy casualties."

Purple fog?

The old man looked at the word with a little uneasiness, he didn't know what it was, but his intuition told him that it was not a good thing.

"President, the analysis results of the foggy area are out." The assistant handed him the report with anxiety on his face. "The foggy area is connected to another dimension. The purple fog is released by that dimension. It contains some strange energy that can dissolve a person's body and soul."

The old man frowned deeply and asked, "Is there any way to cut off the connection between that dimension and our world? Can we use time travel to level out that foggy area?"

"Unfortunately, the frontline personnel have already tried, but time reversal has no effect on that foggy area. Our scientists suspect that there is some kind of time anchor in the fog, similar to the doomsday-level monsters, which cannot be reversed in time."

"Time anchor," the old man pounded the table angrily, "How long can our people last in the foggy area at most?"

"According to the calculation, at most." The assistant paused and glanced at the report, "at most she can last five minutes, and this is based on the standard of an S-class magical girl."

Five minutes is still too short.

Given the danger level of that foggy area, even an S-rank magical girl wouldn't be able to get far within five minutes, let alone release the time anchor.

Just when he was feeling depressed, a piece of news suddenly came back from the front line.

"President, Section Chief Mary, she went into the foggy area alone."

"What?! How did she get in?"

(End of this chapter)