January 30, 2076.

In downtown Seattle, the entrance of an office building is as quiet as usual.

Next to the building is a dedicated parking lot with overpass style, four floors on the surface and six floors on the underground. It is now filled with private custom-made floating cars of various styles.

The first floor of the office building is also filled with passengers from these vehicles, but judging from their tight facial muscles and their alert eyes like hawks, these people are just bodyguards.

...

On the underground floor, there were less than ten people standing in the slightly dim hall. The leader was a fat man, about fifty or sixty years old, gray-haired and glasses, like a lucky elderly Harry Potter. He was wearing a red and white plaid shirt and embroidered with the words "debug" on his left chest pocket.

At first glance, he was just an ordinary elderly programmer, and he looked out of place when standing with handsome men and beautiful women in beautiful clothes around him.

"Mr. Gabrie," a tall man in a blue-gray suit spoke, with a heavy Scottish accent and a hopeless hairline indicating that he was a British man.

"I thought you only invited people from Mensa Club."

He said halfway, and his subsequent rude meaning was implicit in his complaining eyes and shrugging actions.

"Yes, sir, I thought you only invited Sia's people." The man who spoke was a strong man, somewhat similar to Governor Arnold, with his chest muscles bulging and his suit was about to be broken.

Before Gabrie could answer, he looked at the woman in a black evening dress next to her. The latter's hair was coiled up high, revealing her slender neck and large clavicles, not afraid of the cold air.

"But for the sake of this lady, maybe I can forgive you. Beautiful lady, the weather is cold and your clothes are thin. Are you interested in waiting for a drink to warm up your body?"

The woman raised her lips slightly, took off her gloves slowly, snapped her fingers with a crisp snap, and a small orange flame rose from her fingers.

The fingers are slender, as white as onion, but unfortunately they are the middle finger.

The strong man's teasing froze on his face in an instant, but he soon whistled and took a step back as if nothing had happened.

"The person from the Fujimi Group in Area 11?" asked the British man with interest.

"It's Miss Su from Shanhai Jing." Gabrie hurriedly came out to smooth things over. His opening voice attracted all his attention.

"There are all people here, so I will reveal the answer to you as written in the invitation."

He lifted the hem of his plaid shirt and took a crowbar a half-meter long from his belt.

Next to everyone was a door, with a clear gap on the door, but it was blocked by a red valve in the middle. Gabrie inserted the straight end of the crowbar into the center of the valve, and the curved end was embedded in the groove on the surface. After hearing a "clang", the two were tightly combined, and then the valve slowly opened itself.

The sound of retro gears was heard, the door slowly opened, and a downward corridor appeared in front of everyone.

Gabrie walked straight down without any explanation. The rest of the people looked at each other and chose to follow.

Gradually downward, the light gradually became stronger, until it reached the bottom floor, and there was another cylindrical hall. The height was unknown, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the wonderful sphere in the center of the hall.

It was a huge translucent ball with a diameter of at least ten meters. It had no contour lines, and the inside seemed to be filled with flashing data and symbols. The outside was flowing light, emitting light that could not be seen directly.

None of the people present can feel the energy fluctuations inside it, and no one will suspect that it is just a holographic projection that is bluffing.

Gabri reached out and touched it gently on the sphere.

Light flows, lines gather from all directions, forming a light curtain like an LCD screen. The lenses are switched on it, and scenes of wonderful landscapes like documentaries are presented to everyone.

Mountains, rivers, oceans, plains.

The towering white tower, the two moons in the sky, and the dark forest.

Soldiers wearing classical armor rode on horses and looked into the distance. At the end of their eyes was a cold plateau, where orcs with fangs were grazing...

It's as real as a magic movie, but everyone present knows it's not.

...

"This is the 'answer' I mentioned in the invitation letter, and it is also the 'brain'." Gabrie smiled and said, "Just like what you have experienced before, we are not making a game, but creating a new world."

The hall was as quiet as death, and no one answered.

"It really can..." The British man was the first to speak, his voice a little dry, with a strong and incredible feeling. "...Can it change humanity?"

Gabri shrugged. "Maybe, who can tell the truth about the future?"

"Very good," the British man clutched his bow tie and stretched out his hand.

"Mensa Club joins."

"Sia has no objection, either." The man with chest muscles echoed.

The eyes were focused on Miss Su.

The latter showed a helpless smile.

"Shan Hai Jing... we will submit an application. As for whether it is passed... maybe."

"Haha, I understand very much." Gabrie laughed heartily and reached out to her. "I'm sure I will. Within a year, it will be presented to the world."

Several hands stacked together.
Chapter completed!