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After driving the Maybach back to Tomson Riviera that night, Li Yichen only slept in the villa for one night. The next day, before dawn, he went into the Future Heavy Industry Science and Technology Park.

This initial foray lasted for a month.

The aftershocks of the "Battle of the Two Demons" in Manhattan are still reverberating globally. Trump is busy recovering the body of the Yellow Giant and plugging the media fire, while the Pentagon holds three high-level meetings daily to study the origins of the black mech. Intelligence agencies around the world are frantically digging for clues in the direction of Great Xia, but they've found nothing.

Because when their satellite cameras scanned the two-kilometer-diameter factory area on the outskirts of Shanghai, the screen always showed only a grayish-white snowflake.

The electromagnetic shielding system is operating at full power. From the sky, this place does not appear to exist.

The security team surrounding the science park has been completely replaced. Liu Guoliang personally approved the transfer of a mechanized infantry battalion, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, and heavy armored vehicles blocking both sides of the gate, working in shifts 24 hours a day.

The soldiers only knew that it was a "top secret defense project," but no one asked, nor did anyone dare to ask, what exactly it was about.

Today is the thirty-first day.

Li Yichen was wearing a black T-shirt with several holes from oil stains and welding sparks. His hair hadn't been washed for a week and was a mess, sticking to his forehead. He had an unlit cigarette in his mouth as he walked out of the side door of Factory No. 1 and walked deeper into the factory area along the steel corridor bridge.

Beneath my feet are rows of production lines.

Inside Factory No. 1, twenty ten-axis machine tools cut materials day and night. Finished products slide off the conveyor belt—spherical satellite shells less than two meters in diameter, painted dark gray, indistinguishable from ordinary commercial communication satellites. But the high-energy laser emission matrix and independent energy storage module embedded inside the shell are enough to vaporize an intercontinental ballistic missile in milliseconds.

Space-based laser interceptor satellites. The first line of defense for Earth.

Factory Building No. 2 is even more densely packed. Tens of thousands of miniature drones hang from both sides of the walls, extending from the ground to the twelve-meter-high dome.

Each one is only the size of a palm, with a wingspan of less than thirty centimeters, and carries a new type of bomb developed by Li Yichen under its belly. Individually insignificant, tens of thousands of them, swarmed together and launched into near-Earth orbit, can tear any flying object that enters the atmosphere to shreds.

Factory No. 3 was much quieter. The assembly of the quantum communication base station required a dust-free environment, and a dozen Terminator robots, dressed in anti-static suits, were busy inside, their movements more delicate than those of surgeons.

An indescribable metallic smell permeated the air in Factory No. 4. It was emitted by the nanoparticles undergoing atomic-level etching. Dark golden liquid metal slowly churned in the magnetic field container, awaiting its transformation into armor.

Factory No. 5 is filled with ground base modules for planetary shields. Each base is three stories high, and the superconducting coils at the bottom are thick enough to fit an adult. These will later be transported to the North and South Poles to serve as "sockets" for the planetary shields.

Workshops six, seven, and eight were the largest and noisiest. Dozens of atomic forging tables and industrial machine tools were running at full capacity, and the white light of plasma arcs leaked out from the gaps in the workshops, enough to burn a person's eyes.

The superconducting tungsten gold modules for the space carrier and Xuanwu were formed here, piece by piece, and then loaded onto heavy trucks by Terminator and sent to Future Aerospace and Pudong Shipyard respectively.

Li Yichen walked on the covered bridge for ten minutes before finally stopping at the entrance of Factory Building No. 9.

This place is different from other factories. There are no conveyor belts, no neatly stacked finished products, and even the lights are dim. It's connected to a giant circular pipeline.

The other two ends of the pipeline encircle the entire Future Heavy Industry Science and Technology Park. It's worth noting that the entire Future Heavy Industry Science and Technology Park has a diameter of two kilometers, so you can imagine how big this huge ring pipeline is.

The deep blue superconducting magnets were arranged in sections, forming a complete circular ring. Liquid helium cooling pipes were wrapped around the outer wall of the magnets, and a thin layer of frost had formed on their surface.

Four cold fusion reactors are located at the four quadrant nodes of the toroidal structure, with thick energy cables extending from the reactor body and piercing into the main pipeline like blood vessels.

High-energy particle collider.

Two weeks ago, Li Yichen made a decision that most physicists wouldn't even dare to dream of—to turn the entire science park into an accelerator. All for one thing.

Antimatter.

The core fuel of a matter-antimatter reactor.

He pushed open the airtight door to the control room of Plant No. 9 and plopped down in the swivel chair in front of the main control console. A dozen screens in front of him were lit up, with data scrolling down like a waterfall.

Ling'er's holographic projection was already waiting there. The little girl had her hair in pigtails today, and her expression was very tense.

"Brother, the forty-seventh round of bombardment is ready." Ling'er pointed to a series of parameters. "The proton beam has been accelerated to 99.999% of the speed of light. The iridium target is in place, and the magnetic confinement trap is at a normal temperature. We can fire at any time."

Li Yichen took out a lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette he had been holding for a while, and took a deep drag.

"How much did you accumulate in the first forty-six rounds?"

"One hundred and three grams," Ling'er gestured, "If today's round goes smoothly, we should be able to gather about one hundred and eight grams. That should be enough."

"One hundred and three grams." Li Yichen held the cigarette between his fingers, stared at the number on the screen, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

103 grams of antimatter.

It sounds incredibly light, weighing less than half an egg. But if this tiny amount leaked out of the magnetic confinement trap and came into contact with the surrounding matter—

Einstein's mass-energy equivalence equation will give a chilling answer.

The annihilation of one gram of antimatter and one gram of matter releases energy equivalent to 43,000 tons of TNT. Back then, the atomic bomb dropped by Japan had a yield of only 20,000 tons.

103 grams?

It's roughly equivalent to 4,400 island nation atomic bombs exploding at your feet simultaneously.

The shockwave will wipe out everything within a radius of hundreds of kilometers in a fraction of a second. Shanghai will be gone, surrounding cities will be gone, and the Yangtze River Delta economic zone will disappear from the map. The mushroom cloud will reach the stratosphere, and the resulting seismic waves will circle the Earth three times.

Half of the Great Summer, in a physical sense, is evaporation.

These things are now lying quietly in the magnetic confinement trap of Laboratory Zero next to the control room, maintained in balance by several sets of superconducting coils and the magnetic field parameters personally adjusted by Li Yichen.

A coil power failure? Disaster. Magnetic field fluctuations exceeding the threshold? Disaster. An earthquake, a power outage, even a single rat gnawing through a cooling pipe? Complete disaster.

"That's why I hate this stuff." Li Yichen flicked the ash into an empty coffee cup next to him. "I have to sleep with one eye open every night."

"Then why did you still make it?" Ling'er pouted.

"What can we do if we don't know? Power it with love?" Li Yichen turned his chair halfway to face the control panel, his fingers landing on the keyboard. "Let's begin. Round 47, the final battle."

Ling'er composed herself, and in the projection, her hands flew across the virtual control panel.

"Proton beam injection complete. Acceleration ring first stage passed. Second stage passed. Beam stability 99.97%."

Outside the control room, a two-kilometer-long circular pipe emitted a low hum. The magnetic field strength inside the superconducting magnet soared, the liquid helium cooling system operated at full power, and large plumes of white mist spewed from the exhaust pipe.

The entire science park was trembling slightly.

"Level three passed. Proton beam energy reached design value. Brother, the speed has reached 99.999% of the speed of light!" Ling'er clenched her little fist and raised it to her chest. "Prepare to bombard the iridium target!"

Li Yichen put the cigarette back in his mouth, his right hand hovering above a red physical button.

"Status of the magnetic confinement trap?"

"Green light. Temperature -271 degrees Celsius, stable."

"Cooling loop?"

"Main road is normal, backup line 1 is normal, backup line 2 is normal."

"Leakage prevention and emergency response system?"

"All triple interlocking mechanisms are in place."

Li Yichen pressed the button with his thumb.

The lights in the control room flickered.

The energy reading on the screen spiked to an absurd number within a fraction of a second, then began to fluctuate wildly. Inside the target chamber, the instant the proton beam struck the iridium target at near-light speed, the extremely high energy density created matter-antimatter pairs out of thin air at the point of impact.

"Production detected! Antiproton signal confirmed! Magnetic confinement trap is capturing it—"

Before Ling'er could finish speaking, the third screen on the right side of the console suddenly turned red.

A piercing alarm blared.

"Magnetic field generator node three is overloaded! Temperature deviation is 0.3 Kelvin!" Ling'er's expression changed. "The constraint field strength is decreasing!"

0.3 Kelvin. It sounds insignificant, but for a device that relies on a superconducting magnetic field to lock in antimatter, this deviation is as fine as dancing on a knife's edge.

Li Yichen threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and slammed his hands onto the keyboard.

"Maximize the pressure compensation for cooling loop number three!"

"It's already maxed out! Still off-center—"

"Set up the backup liquid helium line No. 2 and start filling!"

His fingers typed a rapid series of commands on the keyboard. The neural synapses modified by the brain-enhancing drug displayed a terrifyingly fast reaction speed at this moment.

He stared at the temperature curve with one eye and scanned the real-time waveform of the magnetic field strength with the other, processing the two completely different sets of data in parallel in his brain.

"The offset has narrowed to 0.15 - 0.08 - "

Ling'er's voice was extremely tense.

Li Yichen pressed down hard on the last Enter key with his right index finger.

Liquid helium from the backup cooling circuit rushed into node 3, and the temperature of the superconducting coil was forcibly reduced back to normal within two seconds.

The magnetic field curve has stabilized.

The alarm stopped.

The only sounds in the control room were the hissing of the cooling system exhaust and Li Yichen's panting.

"Damn it." Li Yichen slumped back in his chair, his palms sweating profusely.

Ling'er's projection also crashed, and the little girl sat directly on the virtual floor with her legs spread out.

"You scared me to death!" She patted her chest. "Brother, how fast were your hands just now? I did the calculations in the backend, and you entered 27 valid commands per second. You couldn't achieve that even if you were single for a hundred years!"

"Shut up." Li Yichen flicked her forehead in annoyance. "Count off."

Ling'er rubbed her forehead and got up, then pulled up the capture data.

"5.17 grams of antiprotons, successfully locked into the magnetic confinement trap." Her expression gradually shifted from shock to excitement. "Adding to the previous stockpile—a total of 108.17 grams! Bro! That's enough! Enough initial fuel for the matter-antimatter reactor!"

Li Yichen had his eyes closed, his chest still heaving.

Several seconds later, he opened his eyes and stood up from the chair.

"Notify the Terminator to move the magnetic confinement container from Lab Zero out of here."

Ling'er was stunned: "You're going to start now? Aren't you going to rest for a bit?"

"Rest my ass." Li Yichen cracked his knuckles, a surge of fervor suppressed for a whole month flashing in his eyes. "I've been gathering materials for thirty-one days. Every night I sleep worried that this piece of junk would leak out and blow up half the country. If I don't shove it into the reactor and lock it in today, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

He walked toward the door.

Two Terminators were already waiting in the corridor. They held a cylindrical magnetic field container in their hands, about the size of a thermos, with the outer wall covered with dense superconducting circuits, and a dim blue light shining through the gaps.

It's just such an unremarkable jar.

What's inside, for the same volume, is a million times more terrifying than a hydrogen bomb.

Li Yichen reached out and took the container. The moment he touched it, he felt an extremely faint tremor between his fingers—it was caused by the high-frequency oscillation of the magnetic field, indicating that the antimatter particles inside were swirling around the confinement field at near the speed of light.

They're behaving themselves. Good boy/girl.

He took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.

There was a large lead alloy door, half a meter thick, with bright red warning signs painted on it.

Laboratory Zero.

The assembly workshop for a matter-antimatter reactor.

Ling'er floated on his shoulder, tilting her head to look at the almost frantic focus on his profile.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

"What you're about to do is something no one else on the entire planet can do."

Li Yichen didn't stop. He held the eerily glowing container in one hand and pressed the access control panel with the other. Iris recognition passed, and the half-meter-thick lead door slid open to both sides.

The lights inside were bright.

An unfinished matter-antimatter reactor stands silently in the center of the laboratory. The toroidal main body, annihilation chamber, and energy conversion module—all components are in place, only the final step remains.

Inject fuel. Ignite.

"The materials are all ready." Li Yichen stepped across the threshold, a grin spreading across his face. "Today, I'm going to personally ignite the most terrifying heart on Earth."

The lead door slowly closed behind him, sealing him and the 108 grams of dark blue light, enough to destroy civilization, into absolute silence.