I handed over to another world

of course not!

Everyone at the scene was shocked after a brief moment of stunned silence. Chen Lin had already blatantly demonstrated the hegemony effect that truly belonged to the interstellar age.

The Red Dragon Association is now absolutely number one in the interstellar era. Before, Chen Lin had always been indifferent to their performance, until today when he really freed up his hands. They immediately realized the power of Chen Lin and the Red Dragon Association behind him.

As the scarlet dragon emblem of the holographic projection gradually dimmed, the representatives withdrew from the square like a receding tide.

Nilaso's quantum terminal suddenly flashed with gilded lines - this was an invitation mark for the highest level of confidential talks.

"Please come with me."

The pupils of the holographic mechanical servant were glowing blue as it led him through the disappearing holographic star map.

As a diamond-shaped passage cracked open on the ground ahead, stairs made of nanomaterials began to appear one after another under Nilaso's feet.

He smelled a data stream that was similar to sandalwood, a nerve soothing agent unique to the core area of ​​the Red Dragon Association.

At the end of the passage is a hexagonal secret room, where Chen Lin is fiddling with a holographic sand table of Southeast Asia suspended in the air with his fingers - similarly, this Chen Lin is also a holographic projection.

Hearing footsteps at this moment, he flicked open a certain parameter without even looking up - the green area representing the Pala Association on the sand table suddenly tripled in size, engulfing the marks of more than a dozen small associations in the surrounding area.

"Do you know why I left you alone?"

Chen Lin's fingertips stopped at a delta area above, and the data flow there immediately condensed into crystals.

And Nilaso noticed that these crystals were made of exactly the same material as the black badge Hassan showed him.

"Because Southeast Asia..." Nilaso's throat rolled, "is it a necessary node for the antimatter fuel transportation route?"

"Smart, but not smart enough."

Chen Lin suddenly clenched his fist, and the projection of the entire Indochina Peninsula was immediately grasped in his palm. The wall of the secret room suddenly became transparent, revealing the suffocating scene outside: three keel-shaped space battleships were passing through low-Earth orbit, and their engine nozzles sprinkled silver-blue particles, forming a huge energy network over Southeast Asia.

"The quantum anchor point of the Dyson ring requires an absolutely stable ground base station."

Chen Lin knocked on the sand table, and twenty-seven red dots immediately appeared on the territory of the Para Association. "You warlords' broken copper and iron..."

He waved his hand to erase the red dot, and replaced it with a projection of three super towers that penetrated the earth's crust. "If we replace it with this, the energy transmission efficiency can be increased by 400%."

Nilaso broke out in a cold sweat on his back. The location where these towers were built happened to be the military buffer zone that had been disputed between the Pala Association and surrounding forces for decades.

Chen Lin was not soliciting opinions, but notifying the demolition plan.

"You mean...you need me..."

“Complete territorial integration by next month.”

Chen Lin popped up an encrypted file, and a countdown accurate to the minute immediately jumped on Nilaso's retina. "The Red Dragon Association's engineering fleet will arrive in Malacca in 144 hours. During this period, you need to complete all tasks."

At the end of the document was a dizzying reward - not only A-level authority, but also a complete orbital defense system, and... Nilaso's eyes suddenly widened. That was the certificate of permanent residence at the lunar base.

“Of course there will be naysayers.”

Chen Lin's pupils glowed with the cold light of data streams. The main guns of the space battleships outside the wall were changing directions synchronously. "But how many plasma cannons do you think are needed to turn the tropical rainforest into high-quality farmland?"

Nilaso's quantum terminal suddenly received seven urgent communications, all from leaders of surrounding associations.

He looked up stiffly and saw Chen Lin playing with a miniature projector - it was a real-time satellite monitoring screen, showing that a large number of Red Dragon Association's automated armored forces suddenly appeared on the border of the Pala Association.

"I'll give you 72 hours. Is that enough?"

Chen Lin turned off the projection, and the secret room was sealed again. "After all..."

He gave his first genuine smile of the night. "I hate fighting in the rainy season."

When Nilaso was teleported back to the square, a red holographic slogan suspended in the rain was playing in a loop: [Civilization Integration Progress: 71.3%]

He looked at his shaking hands and suddenly realized that the so-called conversation was just Chen Lin's last respect for the rulers of the old era.

Nilaso pressed the quantum terminal with gold-plated patterns onto the identifier, and the bulletproof glass of the parliament hall instantly turned foggy and opaque.

Twelve holographic projections lit up around him, all of which were real-time images of warlords from various states.

"The Red Dragon Association has granted us the right to reside on the moon." He directly called up the encrypted file, and the retinal projection condensed into golden text in the air, "But we need to clear twenty-seven military buffer zones."

The general of Siam suddenly slammed the table and said, "That is the underground missile base we have been operating for twenty years!"

"So here you go."

A video popped up on Nilaso - three Red Dragon warships were deploying their gun barrels in synchronous orbit, and white plasma was storing energy in the launch bay. "Mr. Chen Lin said... the tropical rainforest is very suitable for growing rice."

The warlords in the holographic image fell into deathly silence, they recognized this weapon, a few years ago, the White Eagle Association's rebels at the Hawaii base were turned into glass in this way, the Red Dragon Association once took out those images and displayed them unscrupulously in front of everyone in the world, anyone who has seen it once will never forget it.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally knew what they were going to do next.

……

Nilaso stood on top of the quantum communication tower, looking at the silver torrent rising from the skyline.

The Red Dragon Association's engineering mecha group is crossing the border. Wherever their tracks pass, minefields that have been disputed for decades are detonated in large areas, and flames bloom into orange flowers in the rain.

"Report! The warlord of the third district refuses to evacuate!"

The neural interface behind the adjutant's head flashed red.

"Then it will all blow up."

Nilaso touched the black crystal in his pocket - this was a data condensate given to him by a staff member of a department of the Red Dragon Association. It contained a lot of scientific and cultural knowledge that the Pala Association did not have at all.

Three minutes later, a sonic boom was heard over the delta, and twelve drones shaped like dragon teeth flew through the clouds. What they dropped were not bombs, but swarms of self-assembling nanomachines.

The bunkers that claimed to be able to withstand nuclear explosions were now being swallowed by the silver tide. Nanomachines poured in along the ventilation ducts, wrapping the stubborn elements in amber cocoons.

When the Red Dragon Association's engineering ship appeared in the stratosphere, the turret of the last rebel fortress had turned into a dandelion-shaped signal receiver.

Nilaso looked at the three super towers that pierced the sky. Their bases were immersed in the sea water, but their tops had already pierced through the clouds.

Energy veins flow across the surface of each tower, echoing the Dyson ring components in the synchronous orbit.

“Integration progress is 100%.”

The quantum terminal popped up a text message from Chen Lin, with a lunar coordinate attached. "Your permanent residence has been preheated."

Suddenly, an abnormal energy fluctuation appeared on the other side of the strait. Nilaso checked the surveillance video - it was a guerrilla group that had not received the message and was attacking the tower with old-fashioned rockets.

He was about to give the order when he saw the rocket suddenly vaporize ten kilometers away from the tower, and honeycomb-shaped force field ripples appeared in the air.

"Oh, right." Chen Lin's second text message followed, "I forgot to tell you that any old-era weapons are prohibited from operating within 50 kilometers of the tower."

When Nilaso closed the terminal, he looked at the silver torrent that was transforming the earth's crust, and suddenly remembered Chen Lin's words "I hate the rainy season".

Now he understands.

A few days later, Nilaso's quantum terminal suddenly received an intercontinental synchronous signal - this was a sign that the Red Dragon Association was about to start a global live broadcast.

The moment he accessed the data stream, his retina was filled with real-time images from thirty-six different regions:

In the Sahara of Africa, sand grains with a diameter of twelve kilometers are forming a tornado, but if you look closely, you will find that each grain of sand is a nanorobot.

They devoured discarded war machinery, but spit out silicon crystals with a purity of 99.9%. A hexagonal solar energy matrix was suspended above the desert, and its shadow spelled out the claw print totem of the Red Dragon Association on the ground. The environment here was being changed, and everything was moving towards perfection.

In Europa's old financial center, those Gothic buildings are being wrapped by biosteel vines.

A large number of financial personnel were directly forced to leave. This area will be built into a suitable research and development department of the Planetary Development Agency, and a large number of practical people and scientific researchers will move in...

The most shocking images come from the Pacific Ocean.

The once boundless sea was separated by an invisible force field, revealing a nuclear submarine graveyard that had been sleeping on the seabed for a hundred years.

The Red Dragon Association's whale-shaped engineering ship opened its huge mouth and converted radioactive materials into glowing energy balls. When these light balls rose into the atmosphere, they formed the pattern of the I Ching Bagua with the nodes of the Dyson rings that were being assembled - which looked quite mysterious.

"Have you seen enough?"

Chen Lin's voice suddenly came out from all the images at the same time. Nilaso found that his nervous system was forcibly connected to a larger consciousness network. Hundreds of millions of data nodes lit up in his mind - this was clearly the Red Dragon Association's interstellar command system!

"Now start assigning civilization jump tasks."

Chen Lin's instructions turned into a golden torrent that washed through the brains of every person who accessed the system. Nilaso saw a star map unfold on his retina, and a transport route composed of countless light spots suddenly appeared between the third planet (Earth) and the fourth planet (Mars) in the solar system.

"Southeast Asia is responsible for antimatter fuel refining."

Chen Lin's fingertips drew a scarlet band of light on the star map. "You have 72 hours to upgrade the super tower into an orbital elevator."

Nilaso's adjutant suddenly cried out, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and particle beams shot out from the tops of the three towers, interweaving into triangular light gates in the stratosphere.

What’s even more terrifying is that everyone wearing the Red Dragon Association’s neural interface saw the countdown—not displayed on the device, but projected directly onto the optic nerve at 71:59:59.

"By the way." Chen Lin's image suddenly moved closer, with the real-time weather on Mars flashing in his pupils, "Remember to remind your workers..."

A typhoon forming over the Pacific Ocean suddenly changed its trajectory, creating the best launch window for the construction of the orbital elevator.

"…Mars has a dust storm today."

When the live broadcast signal was cut off, Nilaso found that his left hand was operating an unfamiliar interface uncontrollably.

This was the spaceport control system that was implanted directly into his motor nerves. The screen displayed a dense array of transport ship take-off and landing schedules - and for the earliest flight, the cargo manifest clearly stated: "Living Organic Matter: Nilaso Vijaya (Gene Registration Number ALPHA-7)".

The certificate of permanent residency at the Moon Base burned in his pocket, burning through his uniform and leaving a dragon-scale mark on his skin.

Nilaso suddenly realized that this was not a so-called reward or reward at all, but something more terrifying - a biometric identification code.

The Dyson ring components in the sky began to adjust their angles, refracting the sunlight into a strange bronze color.

Under such a doomsday-like sky, the Red Dragon Association's engineering mecha group was building a new platform on the sea. Nilaso almost felt that the world was so unreal and fantastic - he seemed to be living in a science fiction work, or a movie.

After all, everything in front of me seems so unreal!
Nilaso's fingertips touched the dragon scale mark on his skin with trembling hands, and the burning pattern suddenly projected a holographic image - his own genetic map, slowly rotating in the air.

Each DNA sequence is marked with the Red Dragon Association's encrypted symbol...

"Commander! There's something wrong with the nanomachine group in the third area!"

The adjutant's exclamation interrupted his thoughts. In the surveillance footage, the silver tides were reorganizing their forms, condensing from the fluid that devoured the machinery into huge waves hundreds of meters high. But Nilaso soon realized that this was not a problem at all, but a normal operation of the Red Dragon Association.

Nilaso once again looked at various parts of the world through the consciousness network, and the scenery along the way was breathtaking.

The former tropical rainforest is now crystallizing, the leaves of the towering ancient trees are coated with a metallic luster, and fiber-like veins flow in the annual rings.

The Red Dragon Association's engineering ship was suspended above the clouds, spraying some kind of anti-gravity particles onto the earth.

The shrouded objects rose into the air one after another and were reassembled into components of space facilities at an altitude of thousands of meters. The whole process was so smooth and natural, as if it was a natural setting in nature.

It can be seen that the Red Dragon Association is currently developing the resources on the earth on a large scale. It can even be said that many things in many places that they were originally unable to develop can now be utilized.

Nilaso had never thought that some operations could start like this. He stared at those large starship equipment and black technology devices, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The task assigned to him by Chen Lin has been successfully completed, and the Red Dragon Association has not broken its previous promise and gave them the promised reward. At this time, Nilaso no longer has any worries. The Pala Association is already one of the most powerful in Southeast Asia, and they are now the most powerful in the entire Southeast Asian United Association.

Nilaso also completely turned to the Red Dragon Association as Chen Lin had imagined. Therefore, the support enjoyed by the entire Para Association was unimaginable by other associations. This even made the entire Para Association a paradise admired by the entire Southeast Asia region... (End of this chapter)