Chu Yanran didn't dare to think about it anymore. She put down the material and covered her face. After a long silence, Chu Yanran took a deep breath and attributed all these dark thoughts to self-denial of the disaster.

That's an instinctive stress response.

It is a person's self-rationalization after suffering a huge change or making a huge mistake.

…

Collect the material, return it to the bag, and dissolve it in the strong corrosive reagent.

After dealing with all this, Chu Yanran came to the experimental platform, where the model of the sliced ​​universe was unfolded, and the gaps she worked hard to fill still remain in hazy uncertainty.

But she couldn't wait any longer. She had to complete the entire model before all of this became inevitable, because only then could she temporarily forget all these glooms and find comfort.

…

"Are the fireworks nice?"

"Thirteen million people...ha...it's really beautiful..."

"Those are just numbers. They are nothing compared to the disasters you and I really have to face."

"Really not worth mentioning?"

"It's really not worth mentioning."

"Well... your tone is getting colder and colder. Sometimes I wonder if I'm chatting with a robot."

"I'm not a robot, I have a sense of taste, I can be scared, and I can be sad, but... I don't deserve to mention these spiritual feelings until all of this is done."

"Spirituality... Pfft, you really know how to joke."

"It's not funny."

"Well, the 'Flintstone Project' is progressing very well, sir, I am very satisfied."

"That's good."

"But sir, I want you to do one more thing for her."

"What?"
Chapter completed!