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Chapter 188 Magical Memory Erasure, Strange Elf! A Summary of the Gains! (Bonus Chapter)

New Erigion City.

The pain inflicted by forbidden magic has not passed.

The deaths and injuries of so many people were a devastating blow to the elves, especially to the border town of New Erigian, and it would take decades to recover.

With his green hair interspersed with a lot of white hair, Grice looked wearily at the excavated grave, then glanced at the sacred grove outside the city.

"Aion, do you think the victims will blame me?"

"For the sake of the survival of our race, we have no choice but to do this!" His second-in-command, Ain, sighed as well, then replied resolutely.

"Yes, when will those demigods arrive?"

"According to Natalia and the scouts, they will arrive in Erigian in one day!"

"Those half-humans believe in seeing is believing, so let half of them be buried first. May their souls return to the sacred tree, to the embrace of the Mother Goddess!"

"Ok!"

"I'm going to prison."

"Deal with those guys?"

"Yes, although humans have some goodwill towards Lani and the others, it hasn't reached the point of no return!"

"May the Mother Goddess bless you, you are destined to easily bring the lost spirits back to the Mother Goddess's embrace."

Half an hour later...

The underground prison, a place used to imprison prisoners, was filled with the aura of magical energy intertwined with green light. Countless branches of sacred trees with red patterns, enhanced by magic, hung down from the four walls like living things, binding an elven woman firmly in mid-air.

The woman was Lani, the captain of the Yun clan's ranger unit.

Her eyes were closed, her brows were furrowed, and her face was full of struggle and pain, as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which she could not wake up.

The governor of New Erigian, Grice, held a scepter carved from the core wood of the sacred tree. The crystal at the top of the scepter was pressed against Lani's forehead, emitting an eerie green light.

"Humans are cunning, and their hearts are surely treacherous. Do not believe their sweet words; they are merely techniques used to deceive our people and attempt to divide us!"

Grice's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a special magical energy.

Each word was light, but like an iron nail, it was hammered into the depths of Lani's consciousness as she fell into a deep sleep.

"It was you who let the wolf into the house and naively believed the lies of humans."

"It was you who leaked our information, allowing humanity to peek into the secrets of the Sacred Tree."

"It was you who led humanity to the key to the forbidden magic array, causing Lady Tiaret's great undertaking to fail at the last moment!"

"Countless members of my race have suffered problems with magic due to the leak of information..."

"Lani, poor child, lost lamb, do not trust humans. Humans have committed countless massacres and evil deeds... Their so-called peace is nothing but poison wrapped in honey. They have taken advantage of your naivety; they are the culprits behind the defeat in the war and the tragic deaths of your compatriots!"

A storm suddenly arose in Lani's ocean of consciousness.

Su Mingjin calmly recounts how humanity's yearning for peace and the idea that everyone can negotiate are being distorted and shattered.

The water and food that the human soldiers handed me began to rot and stink in my memory, and the soldiers' smiling faces became hideous and terrifying.

They tormented themselves, humiliated her...

Humanity!

Bad guy!

Kill them all!

Execution!

One new memory after another was forcibly implanted.

It was she who, under the cunning schemes and enticements of humanity, actually attempted peace and revealed some details about the location of New Erigian. This led humanity to follow the clues and find New Erigian.

It was she who, amidst the hypocrisy and goodwill of humanity, revealed the existence of forbidden magic to the other party.

The grotesque humans trampled her underfoot, mocking her stupidity with eyes that looked at her like trash.

The sense of autonomy and the memories instilled in them began to blur... gradually losing their sense of boundaries.

"No...it's not..."

Lani's subconscious was emitting a faint wail, but that sound was quickly drowned out by the much greater mental power of Grace.

"You are a sinner among the elves! You need to atone!"

"No! I didn't! I didn't do anything!"

"Humans have deceived you! They have made you betray the Mother Goddess! They have betrayed your own people!"

"It's tactics...it's...it's humans...yes, it's humans!"

The last vestiges of clarity in Lani's mind were utterly shattered, and all memories of human kindness and order were completely sealed away, replaced by meticulously woven hatred and betrayal.

The light on the scepter slowly faded.

Grace withdrew his scepter, watching as Lani's struggling face gradually hardened with resolve and hatred. He touched the sacred tree, his mind sharing the memories that were now becoming one with Lani's.

Humans! The greatest enemy! Despicable! Deception…

Sensing this information, a look of satisfaction flashed in Grice's eyes. His cold rationality told him that the spell had been successfully cast.

"Lani, wake up."

The branches of the sacred tree, like octopus tentacles, miraculously retreated, and Lani, losing her support, fell to the ground with a "plop".

She woke up with a start, looked around blankly, and finally her gaze settled on Grace.

"Your Excellency... Where am I? What happened?" Her head throbbed with pain.

Grace looked down at her, his voice authoritative and cold: "Do you know your crime?"

"A crime?" A hint of confusion flashed in Lani's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, countless altered fragments of memory surged forth like a tidal wave.

The grotesque laughter of humans, the desperate screams of their fellow human beings, and the regret and pain of being used...

"what--"

Lani clutched her head and let out a piercing scream.

"Humans...humans lied to me! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry...Waaah...damn humans!!!"

Her eyes shifted from confusion to terror, and finally to overwhelming hatred and rage.

"I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill all those damned humans!!"

Seeing the flames of revenge burning in Lani's eyes, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Grace's lips.

Very good, another sober elf, loyal to the forest kingdom and loyal to the elves, has returned to the embrace of the Mother Goddess.

He waved to the elven guard beside him, his voice completely calm.

"Lani, humans are cruel and cunning, despicable and shameless. Everything you encountered in the north has been confirmed to be poisoned candy planted by humans. Although your stupidity has caused heavy losses to our people, the Mother Goddess is merciful. Rest well and wait to travel to the south!"

Lani looked at Grace: "Your Excellency, I request to go to the northern front. I need to make humanity pay the price!"

“You have a good attitude, but the South needs you more.” He waved his hand, and an assistant helped Lani up. “Rest well, wait for the rendezvous, and bring the next one in.”

"Yes!"

A moment later, a new voice rang out in the special prison: "Relax, do not resist, otherwise the purification magic ritual will fail. If the influence humans have exerted on your mind cannot be completely removed, you will become a fallen elf!"

"Don't resist, there's no need to resist!"

"My lord, my head... hurts so much!"

"Dizziness is normal..."

After a busy day, Grice leaned wearily against his chair.

The magic of altering memories—no, it should be called the magic of purifying the mind—is a magic that only the priests and high-ranking officials of the elven race can control.

This magic is easy to cast, but the success rate is low. It requires careful training and mastery of various techniques. It is very time-consuming to use on one's own kind. Furthermore, when casting it, it is necessary to use persuasive language and psychological suggestion to prevent resistance from the other kind in the early stages. Otherwise, it is easy to hurt both the caster and the caster.

The imprisoned elves are quite loyal.

"Lord Grace, where are Lani and the others being transferred to?"

"Relocate them to the southern forest! Their minds have been corrupted by those guys in the north. If they stay on the northern frontier for too long, their mind magic will easily break down!"

"Ok!"

Compared to the backward, barbaric, and brutal human kingdoms of the South, Grice was more wary of the humans emerging from the North.

The Mother Goddess, through divine power, revealed a glimpse of the future to the Great Prophet and the others. As the city's lord and governor, he too had witnessed this future scene through the sacred tree.

The thought of the destruction of the Temple of Procreation, the slaughter of the priests of the Elven race—the most noble of blood who controlled the propagation of their race—and the hanging of the Great Prophet and countless other priests by lamplight, leaving them to be imprisoned in chains for life, filled him with fear and even made him tremble.

I'd rather die than not get this oil!
Another world, a hospital for wounded soldiers.

The smell of gunpowder seemed to linger, and three days later, the hospital corridors were still filled with a faint, metallic smell of blood that even disinfectant couldn't mask.

The trauma inflicted by the Nightmare of Return to the Ruins is profound, both for the elves and for the humans.

Although there were no heart-wrenching cries here, there were a few low moans suppressed to the extreme, which were the most honest protests from the nerves to the brain after the effects of the anesthesia wore off.

Occasionally, one could hear the sound of soldiers gasping for breath due to sudden movements, before quickly returning to calm.

Resilience is something ingrained in the bones of these soldiers.

Thanks to the tireless research of medical scientists in the rear, the clinical application of new repair agents has pulled many seriously injured people who should have had their limbs amputated or been declared incurable back from the clutches of death.

Internal organ rupture and bone shattering—injuries that would have been fatal in the past—now have the potential for healing thanks to surgeons' bolder scalpels.

Three days, just three days.

Most of the red lights in the intensive care unit have been turned off, and the nursing care level of many soldiers has been downgraded from the highest level to the lowest level. Some have even been moved to regular wards.

"Beep beep—Clearance ahead, please give way!"

A voice with a slightly electronic, synthesized quality rang out.

Mu Fuguo was driving his beloved fully automatic cleaning vehicle at breakneck speed through the spotless corridor.

The outfit he was wearing would make anyone pause in surprise. His arms, which should have been made of flesh and blood, were now replaced by precise mechanical hands that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Where the eyeballs should be are embedded a pair of cyberpunk-style visual capture glasses, with red data streams flashing across the lenses from time to time.

As one of the first clinical trial participants in the prosthetic body regeneration project, he should logically be bedridden and under close protection.

But the word "idle" doesn't exist in a soldier's dictionary.

Since losing his eyes and hands in a mission, the helplessness of needing to be fed even water has given him an almost obsessive love for the life he now enjoys, where he can "do things for himself."

So after passing a series of physical function tests to prove that he was "unimpeded," Mu Fuguo immediately took over the cleaning job from the logistics department.

In his words, this was called "testing the limits of the precision manipulation of prosthetics," euphemistically called a sacrifice for science.

Ankang was carrying several steaming insulated food containers when he turned the corner and saw a passageway sterilization and cleaning vehicle slowly driving towards him.

In the driver's seat was Mu Fuguo.

"Holy crap!" An Kang was startled and quickly grabbed the food box and dodged to the side.

The cleaning truck executed a beautiful drift and came to a smooth stop in front of him.

The robotic arm deftly lifted up, bringing the vehicle to a stop.

Mu Fuguo turned his head, the red light from his vision glasses sweeping over An Kang: "It's An Kang. What's all the fuss about? Didn't you see my driving skills? I'm one with the car!"

"Come on, don't even think about combining my lunch with it." An Kang shook the food box in his hand irritably.

Upon hearing this, Mu Fuguo laughed.

"Got it, got it! They're looking for someone~~~~"

After Mu Fuguo's car passed by, Zhao Yi, a soldier who had come with Ankang to visit his wounded comrade, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement: "This guy's outfit is getting more and more cyberpunk!"

"What's so special about that!" An Kang nodded, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "I heard that the higher-ups are already conducting engineering experiments on a neural-assisted aiming system, right here! In the future, we might not even need iron sights anymore; wherever our eyes look, the bullets will fly there!"

"Holy crap, really? That would make me a sharpshooter!" Zhao Yi's eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's right! Anyway, this place is willing to use all sorts of strange and unusual technologies. I reckon it won't be long before we can get our own gear!" An Kang said excitedly, then turned his head and saw Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi was walking unsteadily on a medical support frame. Like an adult version of an infant, he moved forward slowly but steadily, step by step.

Before the surgery, he was paralyzed from the waist down and couldn't move even a finger.

Now, implanted neural signal sensors are attempting to regain control of their bodies.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking the collar of his hospital gown, but he gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a fierce determination to fight fate to the bitter end.

Because of years of being bedridden, his muscles had atrophied severely, and every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, but he did not stop.

Zhao Yi looked at him, the excitement in his eyes subsiding, replaced by a hint of admiration: "This guy is tough. He's recovering really fast. I reckon in another month, he'll be able to throw away these crutches."

An Kang withdrew his gaze and handed one of the food boxes in his hand to Zhao Yi: "Take this to Meng Yu, I have something else to do."

"Alright, I got it. You ungrateful bastard who forgets his friends for a pretty face!"

Zhao Yi chuckled and cursed, took the food box, and turned to find his comrades without hesitation.

An Kang carried the remaining food box and headed straight for the nurses' station.

There was no one inside.

He was looking around when he happened to see Zhou Yi doing rehabilitation not far away. Although he didn't know him, he had no choice but to ask him now.

"Comrade, excuse me." An Kang put on his standard comradely smile. "Do you know where Head Nurse Sun Jing is?"

Zhou Yi turned around at the sound of the voice, saw An Kang, and gave her a friendly smile. He pointed to a conference room in the distance and said, "Xiao Jing? She's having a meeting over there!" An Kang's smile froze.

Xiaojing?

Why are you calling me so affectionately?

An alarm bell rang in his mind, and he looked Zhou Yi up and down a few times. Although the guy was wearing a hospital gown, he was tall, had regular features, and looked like a spirited young man.

A sudden, inexplicable sour feeling, mixed with vigilance, welled up from the bottom of my heart.

"Oh... thank you, comrade." An Kang said thank you, but his smile faded a bit as he strode towards the conference room.

Standing at a distance, he saw that there were not only nurses in the conference room, but also several doctors in white coats. Sun Jing was standing in the main seat, arranging the work in a clear and organized manner, with a serious expression, showing a bit of a leader's demeanor.

An Kang wondered to himself, "Why are these medical staff having a meeting together?"

The meeting seemed to end shortly afterward.

Sun Jing clapped her hands: "Alright, that's all for today's work. Everyone, cheer up and let's do our best!"

"Go for it!" the crowd responded in unison, and then gradually dispersed.

An Kang then raised his hand at a distance and waved.

Sun Jing spotted him immediately, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.

Several young nurses nearby followed her gaze and, upon seeing An Kang, burst into suppressed giggles, exchanging knowing glances.

"What are you laughing at?" Sun Jing said sternly, glancing at them. "Don't you have anything better to do? Should I schedule a few more night shifts for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nurses immediately fell silent, stuck out their tongues, and scattered like birds, running faster than anyone else.

"Why are you here again?" Sun Jing finally walked up to An Kang, her tone reproachful, but her eyes held a hint of concern. "You just finished such a big battle, shouldn't you rest for a few more days?"

"Hehe, it's because our company fought so bravely that the higher-ups granted us a few days off!" An Kang scratched his head, revealing a set of white teeth.

Sun Jing glanced at him, her lips twitching almost imperceptibly: "What a coincidence, I also have a day off tomorrow. You... you didn't deliberately time this for your visit, did you?"

"No way! I was just passing by, it was purely by chance!" An Kang quickly explained, but he felt guilty as he spoke, so he coughed twice and hurriedly handed over the food box in his hand. "I brought this especially for you to thank you for taking care of me before!"

"That's more like it." Sun Jing took the food box, her fingertips accidentally brushing against his hand before she quickly withdrew them. She glanced around and lowered her voice, "Alright, I'll take the food. You should go now. I'm still at work; it'll look bad if someone sees us, and I'll get scolded later!"

"Understood, understood." Having achieved his goal, An Kang knew when to stop and turned to leave.

"Hey, Ankang, I heard you dream of marrying a long-eared, beast-eared girl?"

"Ah, no, no, that's not true!" An Kang waved his hands in a panic, then said, "Well, didn't we find someone better?"

"Go ahead and get busy!"

Seeing his wide grin and the way he kept turning back to look at her, Sun Jing finally couldn't maintain her serious expression.

After he left, Sun Jing could no longer suppress the smile on her lips, and the weariness in her eyes turned into spring water.

She looked down at the still-warm food box in her hand, her heart feeling as if it were filled with something.

It wasn't until a colleague came to call her that she instantly stopped smiling and reverted to her meticulous, aloof head nurse persona. However, her slightly flushed ears and the barely suppressed good mood hinted that tomorrow would be a wonderful day.
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Unlike the gradually warming, ambiguous atmosphere in the hospital, another place presented a completely different scene.

Otherworldly Creatures Research Lab.

The shadowless lamps illuminated the entire laboratory as bright as day, reflecting a cold light onto the spotless metal tabletop.

The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, but it couldn't mask the faint smell of blood and flesh.

The advancements in modern medicine are built upon the foundation of countless human contributions to anatomical dissection.

Biological anatomy is the key to understanding the mysteries of life.

Since the end of the war, a large number of elf remains killed by the Nightmare of the Ruins have been collected here for environmental reasons, and some research work is being carried out before they are buried.

When the time is right, these venerable spirits will be buried in the same way as humans!
At this moment, the only sounds here are the low hum of instruments, the suppressed breathing of researchers, the sound of chainsaws cutting through bone, and the barely audible sound of sharp scalpels slicing through flesh.

Rows of dissection tables covered with white sheets were neatly arranged, like a silent army formation.

There were far too many elven remains this time.

For these biologists who have been suffering from hunger for years, what they were seeing was nothing short of a feast.

Wearing a white coat and full protective gear, Zhong Zhenguo stood with his hands behind his back in front of an autopsy table.

Beside him, a young researcher was carefully turning something over with tweezers, his face somewhat pale.

“Professor Zhong, it’s another case with exactly the same condition.” The young researcher’s voice trembled slightly.

Zhong Zhenguo frowned, staring intently at the magnified tissue under the anatomical microscope: "The skeletal age is over 250 years old, the fallopian tubes were precisely removed, and the wounds are healing very well. It is obviously a surgery that took place many years ago."

He straightened up and looked around. Such specimens made up nearly 30% of the remains of these elves, most of them over 300 years old.

Besides this, the theoretical lifespan of an elf doesn't match the actual lifespan of a warrior.

Through analysis, it was discovered that many of the elves killed by their own magic did not live past three hundred years.

Theoretically, elves have a lifespan of several thousand years!
"Damn it, this is unbelievable." Zhong Zhenguo couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "What kind of civilization would make sterilization a routine procedure? Are they trying to implement family planning because they have too many people, or is it..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

Thinking about the very similar genetic structure between elves and humans, and the ancient civilization ruins of another world that he had discovered through his investigation, an even more terrifying thought came to mind.

“Professor Zhong…” Another researcher, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking refined, approached, hesitant to speak, his cheeks slightly flushed, “Um… regarding the autopsy reports of bodies number three and seven, there are some… unusual findings.”

"Special?" Zhong Zhenguo glanced at him. "Tell me."

"Their...partial reproductive organs, their physiological structure doesn't seem to be entirely geared towards reproduction." The bespectacled man adjusted his glasses, his wording becoming quite academic and obscure. "Judging from the nerve distribution and muscle tissue, it's more like a kind of...specialization...yes, yes, it should be a special evolutionary process to enhance their sensory experience during reproductive activities..."

The bespectacled man had a very peculiar and complex expression on his face.

Through comparative studies of specimens and various discoveries, it has been found that some of the elves' special organs are very... very specialized.

And it's not just one or two; it's the case for many elves after their biological organs have evolved.

The researchers around who overheard this paused for a moment, then pretended to continue working as if nothing had happened, but their ears were all perked up.

Zhong Zhenguo was silent for two seconds, then waved his hand expressionlessly: "Understood. Write down all these random findings and archive them as reference materials for sociological research."

“Professor, I think we could share this research finding with some companies back home that produce special dolls. They would definitely be very interested in these structures.”

"Uh, sure!"

Professor Zhong Zhenguo turned his gaze to another electronic screen, which was displaying an extremely complex spiral structure.

"I really don't understand why some people can live for thousands of years, but frontline commanders rarely live past 300!"

The DNA sequence map on the screen was mostly marked in dark gray, with labels such as "unknown functional fragment" and "unusual gene fragment" next to it...

This has been the biggest problem plaguing the entire research lab for months.

Elves' genes are highly similar to those of humans, but they contain a massive amount of "garbage code" that cannot be deciphered by current human technology.

These obsolete codes act like insurmountable barriers, firmly locking away the Elven race's greatest secrets—longevity and extraordinary power.

"Report! The simulation experiment on the effects of magical particles on mitochondria has yielded results!" a researcher suddenly shouted, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Zhong Zhenguo perked up and strode over.

On the screen, a stream of data refreshed like a waterfall. In the simulated magical particle environment, the metabolic rate and telomere repair efficiency of the sprite cells showed astonishing growth!
"Without magical particles, their lifespans would probably be shortened by more than fifteen times, right?" the researcher said.

A glint of light finally appeared in Zhong Zhenguo's eyes, as if the gloom of the past few months had been dispelled by this ray of light.

He stared intently at the constantly fluctuating data and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"We need to carefully study the effects of magical particles on elf cells and the energy conversion mechanism, and strive to achieve results!"

No matter how strange the elf society is, no matter how...peculiar their bodies are.

If humanity can thoroughly study the secrets of longevity of others and then apply them to humans, then we can achieve our goal.

It's all worth it!

Although progress in the medical field is very slow, especially in the field of DNA research.

Now, humanity can also make full use of the existing achievements of the other world to conduct targeted research.

Just as humans study tortoise shells to create specialized defensive armor, and study spiders to produce various types of silk, we study things in nature to research various forms of bionics…

I don't aim to understand everything, but I'll try to acquire some of the elves' extraordinary powers, or things that I'm particularly interested in.
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Modern logistics coordination and management base.

Li Weiguo picked up the purple clay cup on the table and took a sip of the second brew of Maojian tea.

The previous bitterness had faded, leaving only a mellow aftertaste, which slightly dispelled the weariness between his brows. Caffeine, something that can keep an ordinary person energized for two to six hours, had long lost its effectiveness for an old man like him who relied on strong tea to stay awake.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"Come in."

Assistant Wang Kaixuan pushed open the door and entered, his face beaming with undisguised joy, and his steps were lighter than usual.

"General Li, the post-war inventory and various lists of spoils, after being cross-checked by multiple parties, have finally come out with the data."

Li Weiguo took the electronic board handed to him, swiped his finger across the screen, skipped the long list of captured supplies, and stopped at the page with the casualty report.

The bright red number, like a needle, pricked the corner of his eye, causing it to twitch slightly.

He stared at it in silence for a long while, then said in a low voice, "The list of the first batch of fallen soldiers has been officially approved. Write a note and ask the advance team who is willing to see the comrades off on their final journey."

"Understood." Wang Kaixuan's joy faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

"The compensation is easy to arrange, as for the meritorious service..." Li Weiguo paused, "we'll change the title for now."

This is a helpless move.

The exploration of the other world is a secret. To publicize the warriors' contributions now would be tantamount to revealing our hand.

The names and achievements of these heroes can only be sealed in top-secret files for now. But Li Weiguo knows that when everything can be made public in the future, they and their families will enjoy the highest respect and the most generous treatment.

After confirming the most serious matters, Li Weiguo turned his attention back to the other parts of the report. When he saw the arrangements for the disposal of the elven prisoners, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Let the elf captives grow potatoes... Who came up with this idea?" He looked up, a strange smile playing on his lips.

Wang Kaixuan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Don't worry! Professor Li Donglai's agricultural team just sent a report recently. The soil there is incredibly fertile, and with simple cultivation, the yield per mu easily exceeds 2,000 jin. If we add some of our compound fertilizer, Professor Li guarantees that a yield of 5,000 jin per mu is not a dream!"

"A yield of 5,000 jin per mu?" Li Weiguo was slightly taken aback, then leaned back in his chair, a genuine smile finally appearing on his tense face.

This is truly fantastic news.

Such yields are comparable to those of modern medium-sized fields.

That place is another world!
“Great, let’s do it this way!” He waved with a smile. “We don’t know how long these prisoners will be kept in captivity. Let them farm and be self-sufficient. It will save our logistics department a headache.”

It would be quite a sight to see these proud elves, who regard labor as a disgrace, digging up sweet potatoes.

Li Weiguo could even imagine the wonderful expressions on the faces of those pampered elf nobles as they faced the black soil with hoes in hand.

This not only solved the food problem but also wore down the enemy's will, achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop.

As development in this alternate world progresses, the number of permanent personnel on the front lines has surged to 25,000. Of these, 15,000 are combat troops, and the remaining 10,000 are various engineers, researchers, and logistical support staff.

With so many people, food, drink, and sanitation become enormous problems. Now, this problem has been indirectly solved by a group of prisoners.

"Oh, right, Mr. Li." Wang Kaixuan seemed to remember something, and his expression became somewhat subtle. "Professor Zhong Zhenguo's biological research lab has also submitted a report."

"Their research?" Li Weiguo asked with curiosity at the mention of Zhong Zhenguo.

The report states that specialized reproductive organs enhance pleasure.

Li Weiguo fell silent.

His face flushed, a rare occurrence for him.

Wang Kaixuan pushed up his glasses and carefully worded, "Also, Professor Zhong said that we can imitate some special-purpose toys, but his team thinks the sales volume won't be good."

"Alright, I'll leave this to you."

These kinds of things are a bit awkward, and Li Weiguo didn't want to talk about them anymore.

He then looked at the other summary reports.

It's all good news.

Among the captured elves, humans seized a large number of garments inscribed with special energy patterns that could activate magic.

Human scientists are trying to replicate these things.

At that time, humans will also have the ability to use some of the magic of the elves.

Besides this, even more weapons and various other types of weapons were captured.

Although the Nightmare of Return to the Void caused the loss of a large number of life forms in an area of ​​more than 100 kilometers, there are still many small animals in the forest.

It's estimated that it won't be long before other organisms come to this area and the ecosystem returns to normal.

This matter of rewarding merit is rather complicated and fragmented, but all of it must be dealt with and resolved.

Humanity's operations in this alternate world are expanding rapidly, and the demand for talent is increasing.

In this other world, aside from the combat personnel who are all highly elite, the other staff are selected based on proximity, political vetting, and character.

Such a selection may not be particularly outstanding in their respective fields, but the grassroots staff are very capable of execution, have a very high awareness of confidentiality, and have a very correct mindset and attitude.

The world may be changed by the ideas of some clever people, but the real builders of the world are the countless masses!
With each stroke of their pen, they contributed brick by brick to the construction of the world.

The University of Tokyo is so different from overseas universities.

The University of Tokyo prioritizes infrastructure development, while overseas it focuses on the financial sector, which has led to the increasing weakness of the industrial sector in the United States.

Like Wang Kaixuan, some of his distant relatives are exceptionally intelligent, perform exceptionally well, and were bright from a young age—the kind of children everyone admires. After graduating from university, they went abroad to study mathematics and finance before switching to the computer science field. They participated in algorithm development for several internet companies.

Wang Kaixuan's other relatives and peers got into an ordinary 211 university and entered the field of basic industry at Southeast University. They worked hard for many years, but did not participate in major projects. However, they were involved in many well-known small engineering projects.

Meanwhile, his genius relative hasn't achieved much over the years. Although he earns a million-dollar annual salary, he's reportedly still researching basic financial algorithms for websites and apps to help stock manipulators better observe and analyze data...

(End of this chapter)