Wu Xiaode crouched on the black windowsill of the palace's secret chamber.
Inside the room.
The most powerful people in the entire kingdom had gathered, urgently discussing the next steps.
"How is the perpetual motion machine going?"
"Your Majesty, all operations have been suspended, and everyone has evacuated the research institute," someone replied.
"Good, detonate it."
"As you command."
A minister hurried off to carry out the order.
"Military Intelligence Department, what did the scientists say?" the King asked.
"They all realize the severity of the problem and have pledged to absolutely stop their research," a man with a sullen face answered.
"Your Majesty, this approach is useless," a burly man spoke up.
Everyone turned their attention to him.
"General, please continue," the King said.
