Jeming sat at the desk, staring at the Magic Network Terminal for a while.
Only then did he calm down, and then slowly laughed out loud: "Looks like I'm pretty lucky..."
Jeming turned around and glanced at the scattered Memory Crystals on the desk.
Fate Foundation, Fate System, Information Processing Theory, Cause and Effect Models...
"Five years..." he said softly, "should be enough."
Jeming stood in place for a while, then strode out of the laboratory.
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Outside, the entire Purgatory Sulfur Plane was a scene of bustling activity.
Jeming stood at the laboratory door, looking out, seeing the busy Black Giants all over the crimson land.
Some of them were carrying huge stones, others were dragging heavy metal components, some were digging foundations, and some were constructing high towers.
The Black Giant Priests hovered in mid-air, waving their glowing Rune Staffs, directing the engineering below.
