Chapter 143: The End Times (1)
The Scolla facility was busier than it had ever been. Once reserved for a handful of geniuses, the halls were now teeming with talented assistants and even ordinary individuals who had been brought in to support those geniuses.
Ordinary people who, under normal circumstances, would never have set foot in Scolla. But the crisis facing humanity—and potentially the universe—was not something the Scolla members could handle alone.
The threat of humanity’s extinction.
Perhaps even the end of the universe itself.
People racked their brains to devise a plan to stop Bif.
“Let’s adjourn the meeting here.”
Dr. Swalon concluded, organizing the meeting notes. Honestly, the meeting hadn’t been particularly productive. The only thing it confirmed was that Scolla’s members were a collection of stubborn eccentrics who refused to yield their opinions, even in an emergency.
“Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“...Frankly, we’re not in a position to indulge in stubbornness. Now is the time to unite under a single goal.”
Swalon’s gaze turned to Eight. His proposal was the most outlandish of them all—an idea that showed no tangible feasibility while demanding vast resources.
The calculations were clear: supporting Eight’s research would mean abandoning the other plans. Someone would have to compromise.