Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 205 I, the mouse, am really going to lead everyone in a glorious evolution!

Over the Atlantic Ocean.

Roger, like a burning meteorite, streaked across the sky with dazzling flames and plummeted straight into the sea.

Behind him, a pair of pure white wings spread out, like Lucifer, the son of the morning star who fell from the sky in mythology.

When Roger crashed into the sea at a near-vertical angle, a deafening roar shook the very air.

Under the scorching heat, the seawater instantly turned into a white cloud of steam, forming a huge mushroom cloud that shot into the sky.

Within a radius of several nautical miles, the shockwave from the explosion created giant waves tens of meters high, which spread wildly in all directions.

When the sea calmed down, countless fish floated on the surface, their white bellies turned white.

As Roger entered the water, he quickly flapped his wings to steady himself.

Roger then activated his personal communication device and sent his location information to the Planetary Defense Council.

Soon, a nearby naval base received orders, and several warships immediately set sail at full speed toward Roger's location.

As the warship reached the target area, a soldier suddenly pointed into the distance and exclaimed, "Look! What's that?!"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a figure soaring above the sea, several times faster than a warship.

The figure would sometimes soar high into the air, tracing a graceful arc, and sometimes fall heavily, creating huge splashes of water.

"Is...is this still human?"

A young soldier stared wide-eyed, muttering to himself in disbelief, nearly dropping his binoculars.

Another soldier gaped, stammering, "An angel? This is an angel?"

As the warship slowly approached, Roger landed on the deck and folded his wings.

The soldiers on deck panicked and retreated, their weapons unconsciously pointing at Roger.

However, some devout soldiers in the crowd knelt before Roger, reciting certain scriptures.

Just then, Kanté pushed his way out of the crowd.

He adjusted his glasses, carefully examined the person in front of him, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Are you Professor Roger?"

Roger nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "It's me. Return to the Planetary Defense Council immediately."

Kant paused for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly nodded in agreement: "Okay... okay, Professor, let's go right away!"

The warship quickly changed course, its engines roared again, and it sped toward the nearby land.

The seawater kept crashing against the ship's hull, and the splashing waves drew silver arcs.

In the middle of the night, as the warship slowly approached the shore and the gangway was lowered...

The armed convoy, which had been waiting for a long time, immediately surrounded the dock, the headlights of the black bulletproof cars illuminating it as bright as day.

Roger, wearing a white coat, stepped into the convoy, and the heavily armed soldiers automatically made way for him.

Under tight escort, Roger quickly arrived at a nearby airport.

Roger boarded the plane, and the roar of takeoff tore through the night sky.

As the roar of the engines gradually increased, the plane slowly taxied to the runway and soared into the night sky.

Roger looked out the window. The city lights on the ground gradually shrank, like scattered stars, and finally disappeared into the vast night.

Kant sat opposite Roger, his fingers unconsciously stroking the armrest of his chair, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

His eyes were full of doubt, but he ultimately swallowed his question.

Time passed slowly in silence, the cabin so quiet that only the hum of the engines could be heard.

As the special plane landed at the Planetary Defense Council headquarters, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

As dawn broke, the dilapidated building was bathed in a soft glow.

Although the dome has undergone simple repairs, the traces are still visible due to the hasty nature of the work.

Roger pushed open the conference room door, the hinges creaking.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on him. Below the stage, a densely packed room was filled with representatives from various countries, dressed in suits and ties.

The other four Wallfacers sitting in the front row either frowned or pondered, but all looked at Roger with wariness in their eyes.

Roger stepped onto the podium, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "It seems my space trip has kept you all up all night."

After witnessing Roger's terrifying strength, no one dared to interrupt him.

Roger chuckled and said, "That wallbreaker has a good imagination, but unfortunately his logic is full of loopholes."

"My physical body is capable of easily tearing apart planets; I don't need to rely on genetic technology to create a god."

The moment these words were spoken, the room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone gasped, and some unconsciously gripped the armrests of their chairs.

Roger adjusted his glasses and continued, "I meant no harm; I really just wanted to lead everyone in a glorious evolution!"

"I study supergenes because I want everyone to keep up with me."

"To enable humans to traverse the stars using only their physical bodies."

After Roger finished speaking, he gestured for everyone to ask questions.

A representative from a certain country in the front row suddenly stood up, his Adam's apple bobbing violently: "Professor Roger, are you human?"

This statement is like a boulder thrown into a deep pool.

The air in the entire venue froze instantly, and everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on the podium.

Roger glanced at him and replied, "I am human."

He didn't offer any further explanation, but simply answered the other person's question.

However, this answer secretly relieved many people.

For them, it didn't really matter whether Roger was human or not.

It was enough that Roger stood on the side of humanity.

That one sentence was enough to convince them.

In particular, some high-ranking members of the Planetary Defense Council communicated with the Trisolarans through sophons last night.

They had learned that even the Trisolarans feared Roger's existence.

And therefore, they chose to actively seek peace with humanity.

The Trisolarans were terrified of what Roger was; they dared not even imagine it.

As long as Roger harbors no ill will towards humanity, that's enough.

No matter what, they can't be worse off than the Trisolarans who once regarded humans as insects.

"Professor Roger, what do you want to do?"

A woman's voice broke the brief silence.

Roger frowned, his impatience evident, and said, "My time is precious; don't waste it on repetitive questions."

"I have said it before, I will lead humanity into glorious evolution."

In subsequent Q&A sessions, the delegates raised questions about resource allocation and technical difficulties, but Roger's answers became increasingly brief.

The meeting continued until noon, when Roger finally ended the question-and-answer session.

He then announced, "From now on, we will concentrate resources on research into super gene technology."

"It is expected that the enhancement of the first generation of super genes will be completed within the next ten years."

"Within thirty years, complete the research on the second-generation super gene and begin equipping it with gene engines."

The crowd looked at each other, but no one dared to voice any further objections.

Having demonstrated his power, Roger's authority had far exceeded what a Wallfacer should possess.

(End of this chapter)