Half a month later in a huge underground space that should not have existed below the sixth basement floor of the Royal Institute of Research, all was dim, illuminated only by the pale lights.

There were cracks all over the floor, making it look like some sort of dilapidated building. There were still traces of spiders and insect eggs in the corners.

"What kind of godforsaken place is this?"

Ye Qingxuan pointed at the spiderweb on his clothes. "We'd better install a ventilation system. Aren't you afraid of suffocating?"

"Actually we already installed one and incorporated it into the Royal Institute of Research's circulatory system. I had only ever considered my own breathing requirements, but fortunately we have a bit of a power surplus. You'd better thank God for the fact that you can breath right now."

Newton answered without the least bit of courtesy. Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes.

It seemed like this guy had set his heart on the plan, even to the point where had contributed his