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The large screen flickered, as if in response to Ernst's action, and the image appeared on it.

It was a seemingly ordinary scene.

On a desolate Gobi Desert, stands a massive building. It resembles an unfinished high-rise of reinforced concrete, or a scaled-up structure hundreds of times larger, used to house firearms.

The observer's perspective in the image seems to be from a distant position, allowing them to take in the entire building's overall appearance. However, anyone with even a little military knowledge can see how spectacular the massive support structure would be if viewed up close.

However, what was truly spectacular was not the support structure, but the enormous, unknown object that was being transported by a land-based transport ship and slowly came into view, outside the observer's field of vision.

4. It is difficult for people to describe their first impression when they see this kind of object.

Its sheer size surpasses that of ordinary landships, and its shape is completely unlike any existing building or weapon in Terra. If one had to say, it bears some resemblance to the Shards of Victoria, as it appears to be a mobile, towering skyscraper standing on the earth.

The venue erupted in a clamor as people discussed the massive structure and its function.

But Ernst's voice rang out again cleanly and crisply, abruptly and directly waking everyone from the visual shock of the scene, and dragging them into a new auditory shock.

He made no attempt to hide it, introducing himself with obvious pride:

"As you can see."

"The footage shows the launch site of the Columbia 52 launch site, the third manned space mission of the SpaceX mission."

"We are watching the entire process of this satellite-hunting project live through this screen—even though we are thousands of miles apart."

The discussions inside the room fell silent instantly.

The old master, sitting in the first row of the VIP section of the audience, showed a look of astonishment.

She seemed to doubt her hearing, reaching out to scratch her ear, and many others around her were doing the same thing.

1. She understood Ernst's meaning all too well; she was someone who had personally witnessed Ernst's "live broadcast" of the battle against the Beast.

At that time, she, the Grand Tutor, the Grand Commandant, and even the True Dragon all acknowledged that it was an "impossible scenario" achieved by "Ernst with the help of the original Originium".

But now it seems that her usually foolproof judgment has made some unpredictable mistakes.

Thousands of miles away, in Laterano, are scenes from inside the Columbia launch site being broadcast live?

Dude, are you kidding me?

Do you know what you're saying? This is the World's Fair, and the audience is full of world leaders. Do you know what lying here means?

The old master swallowed hard.

Sometimes, as an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years, she feels really helpless.

Because her common sense accumulated over hundreds of years told her that this was impossible. But at this moment, everything before her eyes reminded her: common sense is worthless in this era!

The opposing team really has a powerful opponent, and Ernst is no longer putting on an act! He wasn't satisfied with just broadcasting the battle of the Year Beasts, but now he's going to pull off something truly earth-shattering!

One second, two seconds, five seconds passed.

People were slow to react, while the dragon beside the old master had already covered its ears.

No one understood better than him what Ernst's announcement meant.

[Real-time communication!]

Following the public unveiling of the Airship technology at the first World's Fair, which reshaped the entire war landscape of Terra, the second World's Fair saw the birth of another technology powerful enough to shake up the entire communication landscape of Terra!

Ernst showcased the achievements of this technology to the world in the most comprehensive way possible!

There's no need for any grand, inspiring roars, nor any empty promises; even emotional build-up is superfluous.

Starting with zero frames, we will change an old era and forge a new one.

The next second, an overwhelming commotion exploded in the exhibition hall!

Ernst offered no explanation, nor did he need to respond to the questions he had just posed—the scar.

Why should we prove to the world that we are witnessing the birth of a history that will be talked about by future generations?

The cheers from the crowd had already proven this to him!

April 17, 1096, is a date that is inevitably mentioned in textbooks in almost every country in later generations.

On this day, many "firsts" occurred in Terra's history.

This includes the content about "Terra [Paradise Network] Communication System's First Cross-Regional Communication Experiment," which later appeared in countless multiple-choice, fill-in-the-blank, and short-answer questions on exam papers.

Its time, its significance, its impact, its initiators, its implementers, the people present at the time, and so on—almost every detail has become a knowledge point and a must-know question, persistently tormenting generation after generation of test takers, and it has endured for a long time!

Paradise Network is officially launched!

Chapter 1011 Christen: Executing the Ascended Project

Columbia, spaceport, rocket launch area.

This place is filled with the atmosphere of futuristic technology.

Unlike the original timeline, this time, [Preserver] Trevor Friston did not directly extract all the energy from the Stasis Laboratory and entrust it to Christensen to realize her Ascended Plan. Christensen also did not seek Nasty's help to build the extremely abstract [Garden of Stars] manned spacecraft underground in Tremont.

To be fair, Wanxingyuan does look somewhat abstract from various angles. To some extent, its successful ascent into the sky is entirely due to the abundant energy supplied by the [Preserver]. So, even a small brick can fly up like that. It's no exaggeration to say that if you were a pebble, with so much energy propelling it, it would also be able to fly into the sky.

This time, although the Preservator provided less power, it offered Christen many other forms of assistance.

He arranged for Mark Max to help find Terra's best-suited materials for the aerospace field, regardless of cost. He also personally designed the entire spacecraft system based on his experience. With the assistance of the Colombian government and the Terran countries, those with money contributed funds, and those without contributed personnel and technology, the entire Space Base 52 was built.

It can be said that although in terms of sheer volume, all of these combined are not as powerful as Trevor Friston's all-out attack, they are clearly more in line with what Kal'tsit, Ernst, and others wanted: for the Terrans to take their first step toward the stars!

Mark Max is not in Laterano.

The Terra World's Fair held no appeal for him. The advanced technology and daring feats were nothing more than children's toys to him, and the ancient history was of no need for him to understand. If the fair were held in Kjerag, he might have been happy to make the trip, but since it was in Laterano, he decided against it.

It would be better to stay in Colombia and complete the tasks entrusted to me by my great and wise father and my clever and kind adoptive father.

The construction of Space Base 52 was a massive project. If he didn't personally oversee it, who knows how much of the budget those Smith commissioners might have embezzled. Mark Max wasn't unaware of this, nor was he incapable of oversight; he simply turned a blind eye, quietly preserving evidence for future use when it came to "slaughtering" the pigs.

But this time it's different. Anyone who dares to cause trouble regarding the space base will lose their head!

After personally arranging for the Tin Man to deal with several officials with notorious records, the construction of the entire air base was indeed no longer a sluggish affair, and the final project acceptance was successfully completed before the scheduled date.

At this moment, the small horned beast stood on a high-tech support that could automatically navigate and move, in the launch area, while beside him, Christensen was making final preparations to put on his spacesuit and enter the rocket cabin.

Christensen's gaze never left the massive rocket in the distance. This was the first time she had seen a completed launcher; its enormous mechanical structure was enough to fascinate any researcher. Yet, Mark Max, standing beside her, showed no excitement whatsoever. This puzzled Christensen, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Your Excellency, you don't seem to care much about this aircraft?"

"Rocket launches are not actually the best means of conducting space exploration."

Mark Max said casually, with a hint of disdain in his tone. He didn't even turn his gaze away, but silently stared at the control panel below, which was filled with technicians.

For a moment, Christensen felt as if she were having a hallucination—she felt that Mark Max was not observing the people below, but rather observing a series of data flashing in real time on hundreds of screens from such a distance.

It's as if he can understand 9÷驷）肆$;叁lin search. QUn:.

The moment the thought crossed Christensen's mind, she immediately dismissed it.

How is this possible?

Let alone Mark Max, even she herself might not be able to understand everything if she looked at each item on the screen one by one. This has nothing to do with her ability; it's just that the data on these screens may involve dozens of different fields and involve an enormous amount of computation. It would be virtually impossible for one person to analyze and examine it in a short period of time without the aid of any tools.

Otherwise, the launch center wouldn't have needed to bring in so many experts from all over Terra.

Christensen is incredibly strong, a true genius, and what she wants to do is indeed to pioneer scientific research on Terra. However, that doesn't mean she has the ability to single-handedly challenge the entire scientific community of Terra. Don't risk your hobbies or interests to threaten someone's livelihood, or even their life!

Mark Max noticed the doubt in Kristen's eyes. He was initially reluctant to say more to this Terran, but then he thought that Kristen, this Pero, was actually quite capable.

At least, his father, Trevor Friston, and his adoptive father, Ernst Shivaish, were willing to lend a hand to him once.

This is an unprecedented honor.

Should I be a little more polite to her?

Thinking this through, Mark Max decided to show his goodwill in a small way, and he took the initiative to explain:

"Using highly concentrated Originium fuel to propel a rocket into space would at best create a basic working propellant spacecraft. Even if the energy supply from Originium were plentiful, the development potential of such a spacecraft would be extremely limited."

"If we truly want to develop space technology, such spacecraft will inevitably become obsolete very soon. Your next goal should be to strive towards propellant-free propulsion."

"Of course, it's a bit too early to draw such a conclusion for Terra Zero right now. You don't need to worry about it at all; you have plenty of time."

Mark Max even offered Christensen a rare moment of comfort at the end.

But Christensen completely missed his last sentence.

Her thinking was still stuck on the simplistic conclusions that Mark Max had drawn.

She recognized every single word and phrase, but why didn't she quite understand the meaning when they were put together?

And, Your Excellency President, do you really know a lot?

Christensen had a lot of contact with Ernst, and Ernst once frankly told her that he was a politician and had not systematically studied any aerospace knowledge, so that was all the knowledge he could provide her, and he really couldn't answer any more questions.

In Christensen's eyes, Ernst was already considered one of the most learned politicians in Terra. The others, even those high-ranking Colombian military officials and bureaucrats who sounded quite knowledgeable, couldn't utter a single coherent word other than placing abstract, presumptuous "amateur scientist" orders on Tremont's research companies.

And now you're telling me that our Colombian president even knows this?! And judging from the tone, he knows more than I do?

Christensen was a little suspicious that Mark Max had done some research before he started bragging, but could someone who had only read a book for a couple of days really just casually use the term "propellantless radiation propulsion"?

"Your Excellency, President..."

Christen hesitated for a moment, seemingly wanting to ask for more details.

She felt as if she had grasped a new goal, perfectly fulfilling her dream of becoming the "first astronaut," which was worth her continued efforts.

But Mark Max only glanced at her before turning away and slowly maneuvering the support system away.

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Mark Max is not as good-natured as Ernst, nor did he inherit his father's noble moral values. He was bluntly called a "tyrant" by Kal'tsit. He is an ancient AI with an independent native service system mindset and intelligent thought base.

He had already done more than enough by patiently explaining what he had said to Christensen, since, logically speaking, this was something a Terran should not have known at this time.

Mark Max should have offered this enticing goal to Columbia, which he had guided to this stage, at a much more opportune time, guiding them further towards the "future." Now, by sharing this information with Christensen, he has given her an unimaginable first-mover advantage.

This is like playing a game. While others are still exploring and figuring things out, she has already obtained a strategy guide. Although the guide is extremely brief, its advantage lies in directly pointing out the direction of the strategy, saving her countless useless efforts!

If Christensen knew how to use it, this one "direction" alone would be enough to put her and Rhine Life ahead of everyone else in the future, while others were still struggling to find their way forward, and gain unimaginable benefits!

Therefore, unless Ernst or Trevor Friston personally gave him an order, he would no longer have any "time-defying exchanges" with this ordinary man.

As Mark Max left, Christensen's still somewhat agitated feelings gradually subsided.

She didn't know why the beloved President of Colombia would know these things, but she had already desensitized herself to them.

She had witnessed far too many astonishing things in the past two years. Compared to what Ernst had given her, the information conveyed in Mark Max's few words wasn't enough to make her feel compelled to ask further questions immediately.

Moreover, she is very smart.

She could sense Mark Max's "equal disregard" for her, yet he still stopped and spoke a few more words to her.

What could be the reason? It's so hard to guess!

Was it because of Trevor Friston, or because of Ernst?

No problem, when she gets back, I'll just go and sweet-talk Ernst; he seems to love that.

With that thought in mind, Christensen forced herself not to focus on her slightly flushed cheeks and the back of her ears, but instead returned to the rocket aircraft outside the window.

He reached out and touched the transparent glass pendant hanging from his neck, inside which was a small tuft of silver fluff.

She had plucked it from Ernst's tail.

"Terra bless us."

She uttered the national motto passed down from Colombia's War of Independence in a low voice, paused slightly, then seemed to remember something, mimicking someone's tone as she spoke again.

"May the great god Jeragand protect you."

Chapter 1012 I looked down from the universe, and all national borders disappeared.

Columbia, spaceport, rocket launch area.

I am McKee, a Qazimir.

Many people may not know me at all, which is normal. In this launch base, I am the lowest in terms of both status and position.

Yes, I own a company called "Rose Newspapers." Just from the name, you can tell it's a media company. And today, while my biggest competitor, "Red Wine Newspapers," is suffering suppression and declining because it offended some people it was destined to offend, I have some small influence in Kasimir.

But I'm not particularly proud of it.

Because my [Rose Newspaper] had also experienced a similar predicament, it was my choice, and the kindness of that esteemed person who disregarded past grievances, that gave me a glimmer of hope to survive and a chance to make a comeback. I was lucky, but I cannot guarantee that I will always be lucky. There are too many people in this world who have been shattered because of the success of petty people. My father was one of them. I learned from his overestimation of his abilities and should naturally learn to be cautious in my words and actions.

Q: Furthermore, who knows, maybe tomorrow that lucky person will become the president of Wine News. We are, after all, businessmen, and until we meet those who can truly change the world, we always think we are that person. But the truth is, pure businessmen don't control anything; power, technology, wisdom, and strength are the real factors that determine a person's status and position.

Here, the true elites of Terra society who possess the [technology] are gathered.