You Did Nothing Wrong

Sunday morning. The sun shone brightly.

A few slanting rays of sunlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows. Mu Chen and Lance sat on the sofa, drinking tea.

Wright had to deal with military affairs at the base every day, so he wasn’t spending time with them.

Though he was in the capital now, the border-defense construction in Konalun required constant supervision. He spent most mornings and afternoons in his study.

The strategy to eradicate the wormholes four years ago had failed. Even now, anomalous magnetic field signals continued to appear along the Konalun border from time to time. Three or four years ago, at a high-level strategy meeting at the base, they had discussed a contingency plan: build a line of defenses at the outposts to prepare for the worst.

No one could predict whether the insect race might suddenly invade one day. The base could only gather as much intelligence as possible while building defenses to protect the people.

Wright was now the one primarily responsible for this matter.

At that moment, in the lounge,

Mu Chen lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, while Lance messaged someone on his terminal, the corners of his mouth nearly reaching his ears.

Just then, a few knocks sounded from outside...