I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

It's 3:35 AM Beijing time, 7:30 PM in London.

The atmosphere in the meeting room at 10 Downing Street was even more somber than the sky outside.

The Prime Minister sat at one end of a long table, with his hands crossed on the table.

The Foreign Secretary sat to his left, the Defense Secretary to his right, and opposite them were the head of MI6 and a group of analysts.

The satellite image was displayed on the screen.

That island clearly outlines the shape of Britain.

No one spoke.

"This is humiliating."

The Prime Minister spoke first, his tone one of despair, like someone who had just been informed that their house had been mortgaged by the bank:

"Therefore, the island of Great Britain, which should have belonged to us and was King Arthur's territory, has now become an island in the interior of China."

Strictly speaking...

The head of MI6 spoke up:

"The shape of that island is very similar to our British Isles, and the area is close."

However, it is a product of a dungeon, derived from the "Legend of King Arthur" dungeon, presumably materialized in reality by Chinese players after completing it.

The Legend of King Arthur.

The Prime Minister repeated the word, as if he was amused by his own anger:

"Our myths, our legends, our king, were defeated by a Chinese player, and now, the British Isles have become their territory."

"After dawn tomorrow, countless citizens will call the office to question the government's incompetence!"

"Feel sorry."

The meeting room was deathly silent.

The Defense Secretary pushed a report in front of the Prime Minister, his tone regretful:

"This is our intelligence analysis. From the moment the copy entered reality, the ownership of that area was already controlled by China."

They have deployed police forces along the coastline, set up cordon zones, and established a temporary command center.

That sea is protected by a barrier and contains a large number of unknown creatures; they are likely in the process of tentatively exploring it.

We can also take this opportunity to propose an international copy of the Convention and enter the region—”

"Oil and gas, shipping lanes, ports, military bases, fisheries, tourism—everything you can imagine—a completely new sea area of ​​650,000 square kilometers."

Moreover, it's landlocked and not bound by any international law. It doesn't need to negotiate with any neighboring countries, nor confront any navy; it's like—China suddenly gained an entire territory, larger than the whole island of Britain.

The Foreign Minister muttered a complaint under his breath:

"What exactly is the Players Association doing? They allocated such a large sum of money, why did they lose? Why did they lose to a Chinese person?"

"According to our intelligence, Chinese players performed exceptionally well in the dungeon."

"They found Merlin and pulled the sword from the stone, and our players—most of them—died of the Black Death or the corpse collectors in the first week."

"So our players are trash?"

The Defense Minister's voice was rather unpleasant.

"It was just bad luck and we weren't prepared enough."

The head of MI6 looked extremely grim: "The dungeons first appeared in China, and their players are more experienced."

"We should reflect on why China's dungeon industry has developed to this extent, while we are still at the stage of discussing 'whether or not to acknowledge the existence of dungeons to the public'."

The Prime Minister tapped the table, making the final decision:

"That's enough. The question now is: Can we file a complaint? Can we demand that they return the island to us, at least nominally?"

Everyone in the conference room looked over in horror, their faces showing disbelief.

Are you crazy?

What happens after you go inside? The King Arthur there is a Chinese man with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin.

Let's be rational.

China has 100% control over it, so how can they get in?

First of all, that area is inland.

Secondly, that island is inland.

If they are truly foolish enough to propose joint development, then the competitors they will face include:

The Southern Theater Command, Northern Theater Command, Western Theater Command, Eastern Theater Command, and Central Theater Command of China.

What's the difference between this and directly attacking China?!

This isn't how you make things difficult for yourself!

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs staff shook their heads in horror:

"Mr. Prime Minister, that island has never been ours. It is a copy, only shaped like Britain, and its legal status does not belong to us."

The moment the copy arrived, it was within China's borders; we cannot demand something that doesn't exist.

"But that's our mythology! King Arthur! Merlin! The Sword in the Stone!"

"Yes. But mythology has no territorial ownership."

"Mr. Prime Minister, we are very saddened, but we must admit that the sea belongs to them."

"That's an island of strategic value."

But we can only watch.

The Prime Minister leaned back in his chair, and after a long while, he finally let out a breath, looking weak.

"We need to contact the White House, Paris, and Berlin for a joint assessment, and we also need to re-examine our copy policies."

Starting today, all budgets, personnel, and research related to dungeons are to be moved to the highest priority.

I need to know how China did it, I need to know what their next target is, and we need to ensure—next time—that no second King Arthur instance will be stolen by someone else.

……

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At four in the morning, the world is still awake.

All countries are looking at the same satellite image.

All government departments are working on the same problem.

All heads of state are trying to understand the same thing.

In China, between Gansu and Shaanxi provinces, a sea suddenly appears out of nowhere.

As the world's latitude and longitude have changed, and the Earth's topography has undergone updates not caused by the collision of continental plates, China has gained an additional "territory".

This territory originated from a copy.

A player named Weng Yang became the new King Arthur.

All of this happened between 3 and 4 a.m., when most people were still asleep.

The culprit remains asleep and is completely unaware of this.

……

……

The Weibo server crashed at 4:11 a.m.

This is not the first time the platform has crashed.

But this time, the collapse was particularly complete.

The massive search volume, coupled with the influx of a huge number of new users with foreign IP addresses, put the servers under immense strain.

The backend engineer was cursing as she restarted the server. Halfway through her rant, she took out her phone and glanced at it.

Then they stopped cursing and started scrolling through their phones together.

#A sea appears between Gansu and Shaanxi provinces#

#Chinese Version of Britain#

#The Earth Has an Extra Piece# How Should Latitude and Longitude Lines Be Redrawn?#

#Wengyang clears the Legend of King Arthur#

#Lianyungang-Huoerguosi Expressway Transformed into a Coastal Highway#

#Navigation led me to take a detour through Inner Mongolia#

#Fishing for sea fish in Shaanxi Province#

#What are British gamers doing?#

#What's in the sea?#

#KingArthur of Wengyang#

#China in the Mediterranean#

Under each discussion, hundreds of millions of posts are flooding the screen.

—At four in the morning, when many night owls are at their most energetic, the information spread and before the night was over, the whole of China was awake.

He had just fallen asleep and thought he was dreaming, so he slapped himself repeatedly in the face.

The sleeping person was woken up by the family members' loud slapping, and together they witnessed this magical and magical night.