Lord: Starting with Summoning the Regular Army of Earth

Inside the temporary "Energy Monitoring and Analysis Center" set up in the corridor connecting to the outside of Yuanyang City No. 1 Middle School, on Blue Star.

Several national treasure-level academicians, who had been urgently summoned, were engaged in a heated discussion around the constantly fluctuating data on the high-precision instrument screen.

They are not allowed to directly access the magic circle for the time being, but they can obtain massive amounts of data through sensors throughout the classroom.

"The frequency of energy fluctuations is extremely stable, but the way they are structured cannot be explained by existing physical models." An academician of physics adjusted his glasses, his brow furrowed. "It seems to be spontaneously maintaining a low-energy-consumption steady-state structure that violates the law of entropy increase. This energy itself is like a manifestation of a background radiation that we have never known before."

"Even more incredible is the physiological manifestation of consciousness projection." A leading professor in the field of life sciences pointed to monitoring data on another screen. "Volunteers who entered the connected state had their metabolic rate drop to near hibernation levels, while their brainwave activity exhibited a highly ordered active-resting state. This completely overturns our understanding of the connection between consciousness and the body. Their consciousness seems to have been packaged and uploaded to another dimension, while their bodies entered a perfect standby state. This life-sustaining efficiency far surpasses any known hibernation technology."

A materials scientist nearby was puzzled by the medium that formed the energy patterns at the edge of the magic circle: "There's no physical material supporting it, yet the energy flows as if confined in invisible conduits. This suggests the existence of some kind of spatial folds or dimensional membranes that we can't observe. If we could understand its principles, materials science would be revolutionized!"

Their discussion, while filled with the rigor and amazement of top scholars, also revealed a deep sense of powerlessness.

The existing scientific framework appears so inadequate in the face of this supernatural phenomenon.

However, this unknown did not frighten them; instead, it aroused their strongest desire to explore.

They knew that this might be the closest they had ever come to touching upon the deeper truths of the universe in their lives.

Meanwhile, in the school auditorium, Guo Shulin was deeply shocked after listening to the mission briefing.

Although he lacked knowledge and experience, he could still imagine the significance of this "miraculous" event for human civilization.

It may set the development of human civilization on a high-speed train again, or even change the trajectory of civilization's development.

It is no exaggeration to say that this was a crucial turning point in the long river of history.

And yet, this ordinary person, with half his body buried in the ground, also had the opportunity to participate in such a great mission and witness this historic moment.

What I never expected was that my skills, which had long been abandoned by the times, would actually find a place to be used, and even be given high hopes by the country.

At this moment, the sense of pride and accomplishment in my heart is like boiling water, surging endlessly, but I don't know who to tell, nor can I tell.

Perhaps one day, when everything is made public, his wife and son will surely feel proud of him.

Guo Shulin thought and hoped for this.

Having suppressed his feelings and felt wronged for half his life, what he most wanted was recognition and respect.

When he was young, his elders told him that being an upright person would earn him the respect of others.

Later, his master told him that by striving for excellence in his skills, he could earn the respect of others.

But I later discovered that in a money-driven society, the ability to make money seems to be the standard by which everything is measured.

He, a craftsman who once pursued excellence, was hardworking, responsible, thrifty, and family-oriented, now seems to have become insignificant.

Fortunately, after all the waiting, the sun finally shone through, and it seemed that he had finally gotten the chance to prove himself and realize his value.

At this time, those listening to the briefing with Guo Shulin included the second batch of experts, scholars, engineers, craftsmen, and soldiers who had undergone rigorous selection; they were all reserve personnel.

After all, the advance team members cannot stay in the other world indefinitely. Although their bodies are in a state similar to hibernation after their consciousness enters the other world, their energy consumption is extremely low and their vital signs are relatively stable.

Currently, it seems that there is no harm to the body, but it cannot be ruled out that prolonged exposure to this state may have adverse effects and damage.

Therefore, they still need rest, activity, and food.

Moreover, there's always the possibility that someone might develop health problems or encounter danger in another world, requiring a replacement to take their place. In short, it's always better to be prepared.

The former principal's office has been converted into a highly soundproofed conference room.

Qin Weiguo sat on one side of the conference table. Opposite him was an elderly man dressed in casual clothes, with a refined demeanor but piercing eyes.

At this moment, the old man was looking at two reports in his hands. Although his face did not reveal any emotion, his gradually furrowed brows seemed to tell of the turmoil in his heart.

After a long while, he put down the report, sighed, and said, "It seems we really need to speed up the lunar landing program."

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The Kingdom of Augustus, Ironrock City.

As an important border fortress in the western province, this castle seems to have grown out of the pass of the limestone mountains, naturally formed and indestructible.

On the city wall, the roaring black bear embroidered on the flags fluttering in the wind is the crest of the Kress family.

Iron Rock City has a permanent population of over 20,000. It is not considered a first-tier city in the kingdom, but it is still very prosperous and lively.

At this moment, Knight Conrad is walking through the market in the north of the lower city.

The hustle and bustle here seems like an eternal melody, with the air filled with the complex aromas of spices, leather, ironware, and various foods.

Conrad wore a worn-out dark travel cloak with the hood pulled low. His limping gait drew some sidelong glances, but his upright posture and the sword at his waist instilled a sense of awe in those eyes.

He did not stop in front of any shops selling weapons, armor, or food, but went straight to the outermost and most pungent area of ​​the market—the butcher's quarter.

The smells here became singular and intense—the stench of blood, the odor of fur, and a slightly sour, rotten smell of meat in warm weather.

Flies buzzed around the bits of meat and entrails left on the cutting board.

Several shirtless butchers, covered in grease, were shouting and brandishing cleavers as they butchered the livestock.

Conrad stopped in front of one of the largest butcher shops.

The butcher was a burly man with a thick waist and a face full of fat, wiping his hands with a greasy rag.

He glanced at Conrad, but seeing the man's demeanor and the sword at his waist, he immediately adopted a warm and welcoming attitude, saying, "Sir, what would you like? We just received a leg of the finest goat meat today, would you like some?"

But Conrad's gaze passed over the hanging fresh meat and landed on the large wooden barrels in the corner of the shop that emitted a stronger smell.

The bucket was filled with grayish-white and dark red animal intestines, scraps of lard, and some unidentifiable offal, and flies swarmed on top of it.

Sigh, I really don't know why Your Highness wants to buy all this dirty stuff?

Conrad sighed inwardly, suppressing all his confusion, and asked calmly, "Boss, I'm not buying meat. How much for those things in your buckets...?"

He pointed to the drain.

The butcher's smile froze instantly. He blinked, seemingly doubting that he had misheard.

The owners and staff of nearby stalls also cast surprised glances at them.

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