Space Fleet Commander!!

Everyone on the spaceship network system was stunned.

Was this drawing?

What was the use of this upside down rocket?

"Judging by the looks of it, the Ball Owner used to watch a lot of space programs on TV. Being on Earth alone is boring. He's creating a space themed game. Impressive, impressive, impressive."

James, the host of the documentary, commented.

The comments he posted slowly flashed across the top of the screen.

"Are you thirsty? Are you tired? Drink the red can."

"We want to drink it everyday, Hahaha!"

He broadcast two advertisements in text form.

Even though it was a simple text advertisement, it was still read by nearly ten billion people from around the world.

The traffic was terrifying.

"What is a red can? Is it tasty?"

"You don't know what it is. The red can is a brand of mineral water."

"Bullsh*t, is the water red?"

"Can you eat the can?"

The Western and Eastern world was surprised at each other.

If the Western civilization did an advertisement, they would write down the detailed functions of the product and what exactly it was. They would write it down in great detail and the public would get every detail of said product..

However, it was different in the Eastern countries like Great China. Advertisements all had a special purpose and advertising resources were even more scarce. Each word was meticulously picked out.

This was something that the West could not compare to.

Just this simple phrase, 'If you're thirsty or tired, drink a red can', had piqued the curiosity of many..

"What exactly is a red can..."

If they were to see it, 'This year, during celebrations, I won't accept any gifts, I will only accept gifts..."

Who knows what it could mean...

Their minds would be filled with all manner of thoughts.

Why did they have to give gifts during New Years?

Why did they accept the gifts after saying that they wouldn't accept them?

If they did, why did it have to be a certain someone?

A single advertisement had attracted the attention of countless Westerners.

The traffic of a single message was comparable to the sum of all the various comments Ah San had made so far.

"I guess the Ball Owner must be an expert in drawing digitally. This drawing is pretty impressive."

"But now, even if you are a saint at drawing, I'm afraid there's no use for you."

"What are you saying? We can at least appreciate it."

"Appreciate what? Watch the Ball Master draw mechanical parts?"

The Chinese girl: "Am I the only one who thinks the Ball Master is making a spaceship?"

The computer in front of Shawn started to combine all the complicated mechanical diagrams.

"God, look at those four pillars. They're probably thousands of meters deep into the Earth. I'm dying of laughter.That's such an exaggerated design."

"It seems that he is indeed playing a game."

Ah San was banned from speaking, but that did not stop him from tweeting on the global network system.

"The only man on Earth, the only super artist, the great painter, is performing his paintings live."

At the same time, in the command ship at the forefront of the space fleet.

The old general towards the 30 experts in front of him.

"Tell me, what is Mr. Shawn doing?"

The 30 experts whispered to each other for a while.

"At first, we thought the Ball Owner was working on some kind of software."

"I thought so too, but it doesn't seem like it now. It seems to be some kind of complicated design."

When they saw Shawn turn on the computer and combine the graphics with CAD software, they were even more confused.

"General Newt, I feel that Mr. Shawn is drawing some kind of hunting weapon."

"Professor Robert is right. After looking at Mr. Shawn's sketch, it feels like a huge birdcage."

General Newt's face turned dark. He said in a low voice, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Now that Mr. Shawn is alone on Earth, is it necessary for him to make hunting weapons?"

"When we left, didn't we leave guns and bullets back on earth?

"He could have just used those. Why did he go through so much trouble to develop them himself?"

"Also, do you know what were those soybean-sized pills he made at the Tisch Bar?"

"This..."

The biggest spaceship had gathered elites from all walks of life from the United States.

Everyone present had achieved a certain degree of success in their respective fields.

The last man on Earth had casually drawn a sketch but they couldn't tell what it was?

Even if they trained their eyes on the computer, they didn't know what the man was designing.

This was a little embarrassing.

As for the previous chemical experiment, it gave hundreds of chemical experts a headache. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't understand what the final reaction of that extremely complex chemical equation was.

A young scholar said in a low voice, "General, I think this is a rocket."

"And the design is extremely well done. There is one thing wrong with the design. The position of the rocket is upside down."

General Newt frowned and said, "I want to know the answer as soon as possible."

"No matter what method you use."

Dozens of researchers instantly replied, "Yes."

At the scene, a few researchers called on Professor Ron from the United States

Professor Ron was the godfather of the scientific community in the United States.

Could it be that even he didn't know what Shawn was drawing?

If that was the case, it could only be assumed that what Shawn was drawing didn't have any scientific value.

After Professor Ron received the call, he turned on the live webcast and looked at Shawn's design for a while.

He frowned and said, "Call General Newt. This is a design for a rocket but there are many flaws with it."

"First of all, a rocket doesn't need to use Quark-gluon plasma as fuel. This is less of a rocket than it is a weapon to destroy mankind."

Ron's assistant was on the phone with General Newt.

Newt frowned.

He had a feeling that things weren't that simple.

The last man on Earth wasn't enjoying a good life, wasn't eating or drinking, wasn't traveling the world, but was sitting in front of a computer designing a rocket?

This was simply unbelievable.

After thinking for a while, Professor Newt smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe I'm crazy."

"What else did Professor Ron Say?" Newt asked.

"Professor Ron also said that even though there were problems with the design of the rocket, Mr. Shawn was definitely a genius."

"The design is extremely complicated and requires a certain level of knowledge to achieve."

"This is a rare talent."

General Newt's eyes lit up.

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. "How lucky. I didn't expect to find a new talent now."

The atmosphere in the spaceship began to relax.

General Newt's anger had caused the entire world to tremble.

General Newt smiled. This was a blessing on the entire world.

The human migration plan.

The migration to the target planet.

General Newt was the commander-in-chief.

"General, the Chinese officials are calling. Do you want to engage?"

"Put them through."

The big screen changed and switched to a live broadcast coming from outside the commandship.

An Eastern face appeared on the electronic screen.

This person was very young. It can't be said that he was very young, he was extremely. He was only about fifteen years old.

He was an underage Chinese boy. However, he was wearing a research white coat and his face was full of excitement.

Newt frowned and thought to himself, what is China doing? He is so young but he was a researcher?

"Hello, General Newt. I'm from China, Li Qiang. I know what Mr. Shawn is making."

Newt's heart trembled. "Go ahead."

Li Qiang said excitedly, "Mr. Shawn is making a powerful propeller."