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"These guys are getting more and more greedy! The amount of supplies they're requesting is way too outrageous!"

After confirming that the quantity was correct, Li Weiguo put down his teacup with a wry smile and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Researchers have an extremely keen sense for resources and estimate that they have already discovered a significant increase in the production of metallic elements in the other world by analyzing the supply volume."

Although Li Weiguo complained, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Because consuming more is a good thing!

High consumption means a faster rate of equipment replacement!

This is good news for the military industry and scientific research!

"Industrial output is directly proportional to appetite. Hopefully, the team that uses rare elements from another world to produce products won't create an addiction to those elements!" Li Weiguo squinted, took another sip of tea with a satisfied smile, and said, "Thank goodness we have a mine at home, so I'm not worried."

The University of Tokyo is missing so many things.

Not only are there various newly discovered rare earth elements and metals from other worlds, but also various common metals.

They possess the largest industrial scale and the most complete range of industries in history, and this "Industrial Cthulhu" must have an enormous appetite to digest all of this.

Industrial Cthulhu would consume at least one billion tons of iron ore annually, along with countless basic raw materials and petrochemical products.

Currently, the annual comprehensive output of basic resources such as iron ore, various heavy rare earth elements, uranium ore, and copper ore that have been fed back from the other world has exceeded one million tons.

According to the plan, this figure will be increased to five million tons in the next two years, and will be rapidly increased to a small goal within five years.

Not to mention the petrochemical industry.

That thing's production capacity is breaking records almost every day.

What limits production is never the seemingly endless oil reserves of that other world, but rather the transportation speed of those few lonely oil pipelines.

It's absurd to think that even though the engineering team had been laying multiple large-diameter pipelines like crazy, there was still so much oil extracted that they had nowhere to put it.

The oil field staff have complained more than once that they are now facing a serious problem: how to transport the oil out of the country.

New oil expansion plans have been put on the agenda, with the goal of increasing annual production to 100 million tons as soon as possible.

Natural gas and other substances are also being produced, and production continues to increase.

Just as he was marveling at this, a highly encrypted file was transferred through intermediaries and, after passing through several fast-track channels, was directly delivered to his office.

The signatory was Su Mingjin.

Li Weiguo clicked on it and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The application was short, but the request was quite interesting—a complete set of special alloys needed for the construction of an ultra-high-specification biological isolation laboratory.

"What do you need these things for?" Li Weiguo rubbed his chin, confirming that they were for researching some biological experiments. Without thinking much, he picked up a pen and signed his name on the resource application form.

After taking care of all that, I started going through all the information briefings.

The newly opened shopping mall project in Tranquil Harbor has been met with an excellent response. Customers of all races—elves, dwarves, and orcs—have shown a fervent love for the goods from the modern world.

Li Weiguo did not take the flaws mentioned in the report, such as damaged packaging and slight color differences in some products, to heart.

These are mass-produced industrial products, which are good because they are plentiful and satisfying, rather than custom-made and meticulously crafted products!

He skimmed through the pages until a special research project report made his fingers stop scrolling.

[Research and Analysis Report on the Bloodline of the Targaryen Family]

interesting.

Li Weiguo curiously clicked on the attachment.

The opening of the report was quite well written; Professor Wu Shengli's paper-writing skills have improved considerably.

Instead of piling up genetic jargon that ordinary people can't understand, he used many popular explanations and comparisons to make the core logic easy for non-professionals like Li Weiguo to understand.

The stability of genes, hereditary traits, and dominant expression under specific environments are all clearly explained.

However, when he flipped to the end of the report and saw the section on experimental subject requirements, along with a private paper letter attached below, he suddenly realized what was going on.

Su Mingjin's letter is written in a very artistic way.

This other world is a miraculous place where the heavens and earth meet, where countless races have risen and fallen, which precisely proves its unparalleled value! We must learn from all sides and transform every available advantage into nourishment for the advancement of our civilization.

[From a moral standpoint, this scientific research endeavor may be inhumane to some death row inmates. However, considering the bigger picture, if we manage it properly, it will ultimately benefit the entire population, and its merits will last for generations.]

After reading it, Li Weiguo couldn't help but chuckle and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.

"I never imagined that building such a high-standard biological laboratory was for this kind of purpose!"

"Why go through all that trouble?"

He muttered to himself, picked up his teacup and took a sip. The warm tea slid down his throat, but his thoughts became clearer.

"We do not have any experimental supplies here, but why insist on finding someone in our own backyard? We could also get them through special overseas channels."

Li Weiguo turned on his computer and began writing a document.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still felt something was wrong.

In that case, I would definitely be violating my principles!

However, scientific progress is inseparable from the great Gundam contributors.

For a moment, Li Weiguo was caught in a dilemma, but he quickly thought of his friend who possessed mysterious powers!

"Perhaps I can—"

"No, this won't do!"

Li Weiguo hesitated for a long time before finally suppressing the idea.

Because contacting the other party would make their pioneering team seem useless.

Although it's good to have powerful backers, they are a group with strong morals and a sense of justice.

Forget it, let's start by offering a large sum of money and apply for some volunteers to operate sewing machines!

Initial volunteer testing can be conducted by including family members, which should be sufficient to meet urgent needs.

If all else fails, then we can focus on war-torn and impoverished areas.

In those places, I believe there are many people who would be willing to make sacrifices for their family's future and for a chance to change their destiny!

This is the bloody story behind the advancements in modern science, especially in cutting-edge genetic science, which is built upon massive amounts of data and experiments.

Why are the eagles so good at medicine, yet there are still so many cowards?

It's because after they stopped being human, they chose to become gods.

Being overly cautious, especially in the scientific field, and adhering to certain ethical principles makes it difficult to achieve anything.

After handling everything efficiently, Li Weiguo leaned back in his chair and carefully examined the details in the report.

"Special enhancements at the genetic level—that explains some things—no wonder the Targaryens could ride on the backs of dragons with extremely high body temperatures."

According to fragmented intelligence gleaned from royal servants, members of House Targaryen possess an unusual resistance to high temperatures.

The numerous clues they have recently obtained also indicate the differences between the Targaryen royal family and the Targaryen royal family.

The little dragon they were raising had its body temperature rise to 45 degrees Celsius as it grew larger, feeling like a giant hand warmer to the touch.

And this is just a young dragon.

According to the servants, the normal body surface temperature of an adult dragon is often over sixty degrees Celsius.

For the average person, sitting on it is no different from experiencing a slow-roasted egg.

Even more deadly is that once the dragon enters battle mode and breathes its dragon breath, the temperature of its body and the surrounding air will rise sharply!

Li Weiguo's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table.

If this genetic technology can be cracked, or even replicated and optimized, does that mean that humans could also mass-produce knights who can ride dragons?

Thinking that although Ming Yufei and the other two warriors had established a mental connection with the Demon Dragon, the other party was almost unable to control the Demon Dragon. Looking at the current discovery, Li Weiguo suddenly felt that all of this was related to blood.

It wasn't that the Demon Dragon disliked being with Ming Yufei and the others, but rather that the Demon Dragon knew that too much contact with Ming Yufei and the others would cause harm.

Furthermore, if we optimize human genes in a specific way, turning this heat resistance into an essential physical quality for some soldiers, then future generations of humans will definitely be super soldiers.

Or perhaps these genetic enhancements are actually paving the way for some kind of energy weapon.

It is important to understand that the performance of fighter jets, one of the most advanced war machines in modern society, is severely limited by the physical capabilities of pilots.

Imagine a soldier who has undergone specific physical enhancements and can adapt to super gravity, which could allow a large number of advanced fighter jets to perform at their full potential.

Thinking of this, Li Weiguo's breathing quickened slightly for a moment.

He looked out the window, as if he could already see a magnificent sight of a super-soldier legion composed of humans piloting more advanced technological equipment, or even transforming into a dragon knight legion, soaring through the skies of another world.

The modern world is detached from a high-latitude perspective.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, a hint of amusement in his expression.

"Sure enough, when it comes to things at the genetic level, experimental consumables—oh no, D-level consumables—are not enough."

Li Weiguo estimated that the Industrial Cthulhu team was having a headache over the experimental subjects.

Lin Li rubbed his temples, thinking about how to help.

He happened to see the email the other person was composing. The other person seemed to want to contact him through an encrypted channel, subtly inquiring about the search for consumables.

It seems they can't get over that mental hurdle and are too embarrassed to directly ask for supplies.

"It's tough on him. It's better for them not to touch these matters of principle," Lin Li muttered to himself. "I, the mastermind behind it all, have to personally get involved and scavenge for scraps in the garbage dump."

The number of death row inmates sentenced each year in the Industrial Cthulhu is so small that if they were thrown into the bottomless pit of genetic research, they wouldn't even make a ripple.

He didn't have a lot of spacetime source material on hand, but every single research project by Industrial Cthulhu made him envious.

Once these technologies mature, the benefits they can provide to him will be substantial.

As the thought crossed his mind, Lin Li felt more and more that it was most appropriate for him to handle this matter himself.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea himself.

"No, I need to hold out a little longer! Now is not the time. Besides, I don't have many abilities for rapid teleportation on Earth!"

Each time the large spacetime portal is opened, it generates considerable energy fluctuations, which are essential for D-level experiments.

The massive portal is constantly opening; only those who are willing can travel to another world, whether they are inanimate objects or not. Precise delivery is not possible.

Maintaining stability is better at this moment.

Furthermore, the absorption and assimilation of resources from another world by Banana Industry Cthulhu has only just begun, and its foundation is not yet stable. If it were to rashly descend in an extraordinary form, it could easily trigger unpredictable chain reactions.

The development strategy for the past two years has been focused on stability, and it is not suitable to create unnecessary complications.

Most importantly, he can only transfer resources and supplies across dimensions by opening and closing time portals.

Once this is done, the resulting impact will be significant.

Just then, an idea popped into my head without warning.

"Industrial Cthulhu has too few resources here, while there are plenty outside, but they're hard to access—unless—"

Lin Li suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Don't they have coats readily available in that other world? There are so many non-human races there. Even if there aren't any humans, they can still use some intelligent beings similar to humans for research, right?"

He communicated with Laplace's demon in his consciousness without hesitation.

"Laplace's Demon, with its genetic editing and testing, which is easier and simpler to manipulate as a test subject: Earth humans or the humans of the Sacred Star?"

Meow~

After a meow, a thought appeared in his mind.

[Consumes five source materials.]

"Payment".

Human beings in the modern world.

This answer instantly dampened Lin Li's newly ignited enthusiasm.

He thought about it carefully and then figured out the key.

The humans of the Sacred Star have long lived in an environment filled with special energy particles, and their genes have adapted to the environment, thus beginning a kind of benign evolution.

Their genetic map is a complex subject full of unknowns for scientists on Earth.

In contrast, the genes of modern humans are relatively pure, making them the most familiar research blueprint for scientists. They are like a blank sheet of paper, which can be drawn on however they want.

Redrawing on a notebook with existing drafts is far more difficult than starting to draw on a blank sheet of paper.

"After all that, the shortcut is the longest road."

"I guess Wu Shengli and the others figured it out too. They were too incompetent, not even using their brains, wasting so much spacetime essence!"

Lin Li glanced at Laplace the Demon Cat and felt a little itchy.

"Forget it, let them do what they want. It's not too urgent anyway!"

He lay back down on the bed in his bedroom, his body relaxed, but his consciousness once again sank into that high-dimensional ocean of information.

"If they really can't handle it, I'll offer some friendly assistance."

Anyway, there are always some places in this world where things are not ugly or twisted, and people who give everything.

As for those who do bad things and become popular, there will definitely be even more people eating peanuts.

His gaze traversed endless space, refocusing on the vast continent of that other world, carefully searching for new, potentially more valuable clues through the spacetime anchors he had set up.

In another world, in the capital of the dwarves, in the main hall, the air was so stuffy it felt like you could wring water out of it.

"That damn bastard! Damon that mad dog has once again appeared on our border riding his red dragon, and humans even saw him! Fuck, that lunatic, isn't he afraid the humans in the south will send troops? Fuck! Damn it—"

A dwarf elder with a beard braided into three pigtails was cursing and swearing, his voice echoing in the hall.

"This must be fake, right?"

"It can't be fake; the other party has already appeared twice in five days."

The dwarf who delivered the news looked extremely grim: "That bastard used us to his advantage, and he and his massive dragon were practically flying right up to our well area. Oh, and he even burned down our watchtower. Several of our dwarf comrades were burned to death!"

"That damn madman! What's he thinking? Coming here so brazenly, isn't he afraid the humans from the south will come and tear him apart?"

Another hot-tempered dwarf elder slammed his fist on the stone table, making the beer glasses on it vibrate loudly.

"I hope so—the great war has caused heavy losses to both sides, and the Southern humans are probably too busy to spare any resources right now, aren't they?" someone whispered.

"Impossible!" Elder Muradin categorically denied. "They just uprooted the Fire Dragon Dynasty. When the new king ascended the throne, at the height of their military might and morale, our intelligence agents said that the new king's only hobbies were women and wine, and he would not tolerate anyone challenging the kingdom's dignity. At this time, Damon appeared here and spoke to the new king in a provocative manner. I believe they will make an example of him."

"We have too few troops right now. If they just send a small detachment here, how can we possibly hold them off?"

A heavy silence fell over the hall.

"We—don't we still have human friends in the north?" a younger dwarf couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with a hint of anticipation.

"Friends?" A wrinkled old dwarf sneered, his cloudy eyes filled with a world-weary wisdom. "Mountains crumble, people run away. What's the value of our friendship in the face of death? If the North and South unite, they'll easily divide us up!"

"The ancestors would not ride together!"

"But our ancestors were very disappointed in us! Do you know that we too were once the dogs of others? According to the wisdom of our ancestors, perhaps living as the dogs of other tribes was a kind of ordeal, a kind of rebirth!"

The dwarves have some historical records showing that they were once slaves of other races before they rose to power.

It was during their years as slaves that the dwarves' souls were forged and their fighting spirit was ignited.

From the perspective of the gods, they were practically useless, beyond redemption. It's quite possible that the ancestors simply let the mountain kingdom suffer on its own!

These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" A dwarf, whose eyes darted around after looking at the seemingly intelligent man, lowered his voice and said, "Actually—we don't need to be so passive. If we simply leak the information to the south that those remnants of the Fire Dragon Dynasty might be in contact with the northern humans—they'll cause trouble on their own, and won't have time to care about us!"

"Shut up! You are slandering humanity!" Elder Muradin, his beard and hair bristling, glared at him. "And this is a particularly egregious attempt to sow discord. This is violating the rules set by our ancestors! This is betraying the covenant! Are you trying to drag the entire dwarven kingdom into the abyss?"

"But this is the simplest way! Let them fight like dogs, that's how we can relieve our stress."

"You are truly foolish, no, utterly stupid and blockheaded! The majesty of our ancestors cannot be violated!"

"You're the blockhead! I'm very smart! Our ancestors wouldn't care about any of this. They have our hearts, and that's in our best interest."