Chapter 367 - Maddening Twelfth Official Livestream! (1)
Chapter 367: Maddening Twelfth Official Livestream! (1)
Chapter 367 – Maddening Twelfth Official Livestream! (1)
Time was like the river under a waterfall. It would never stop out of self-awareness.
In the blink of an eye, twelve days had gone by, and the day of Transdimensional Review’s official livestream arrived.
On the streets and inside schools, homes, and factories… Many people took out their phones and visited various webcasting platforms one after another. After entering Transdimensional Review’s channel, they waited quietly for their screens to light up.
“Are these enough?”
In the basement of a small villa of Mingkun City’s outskirts, a woman put a box of cans into a compartment and stretched her waist in exhaustion. “If this isn’t enough, we still have a bag of potatoes upstairs. But I can’t carry any more stuff, so go get it yourself.”
“The potatoes are a must. Those things grow fast. If we finish our rations, we might have to rely on it to survive,” the man tidying up a shelf nearby said. After wiping his sweat with a towel and taking a few breaths, he promptly left the basement and went upstairs. Soon after, he then returned, carrying a bag of potatoes.
“Daddy, are we living here from now on?” At this time, the little boy playing with his Nintendo Switch in a corner of the basement raised his head and asked with spirited eyes, “Does that mean I won’t need to go to school anymore?”
Laughing angrily, the woman said, “Even if that UP really causes Armageddon, you still have to study every day!”
“But I won’t have any teachers anymore.”
“I’ll be your teacher!”
“Tch…” Rolling his eyes, the boy said, “How boring.”
“Stop playing. Go upstairs and see if you forgot anything. The livestream’s going to start at nine o’clock.”
“I don’t have anything to take.” Holding up the sack beside him, the boy said, “My game cartridges and charger are all here.”
“What about your school bag?”
“I still need to take my school bag?”
“I see you’re asking for a beating.”
Irritated by the noise, the man standing at a side shouted, “Can’t you just give him a kick?!”
“Mom! Look at my dad…”
Meanwhile, such a scene was currently repeating itself all over the world.
Due to the various online media fanning the flames, the danger Transdimensional’s twelfth official livestream carried had become drastically overexaggerated. As a result, many people all around the world had begun hoarding supplies for caution’s sake. Even government officials had started secretly building refuge facilities.
After all, it would be a lie to say that they were not nervous after hearing Chen Yu stating that the twelfth official product would be very dangerous.
…
Meanwhile, inside the Observer Conference Hall in New York, the atmosphere here was much more severe than the atmosphere found in civilian homes.
The once spacious environment no longer existed. As more and more people became familiar with Transdimensional Review’s existence, many “non-professional” people had also appeared in the hall.
For example, the foreign ministers of certain countries, the CEOs of technology corporations, the family heads of influential families, the bigshots of Wall Street…
Fortunately, these non-professionals had self-discipline, and they remained silent to not affect the work of the various professionals in the room.
“That’s all I want to say. Try to keep in touch with Transdimensional’s UP at all times to avoid causing unnecessary confusion,” the American representative said. Lowering his microphone, he looked toward the middle-aged team leader representing China and said, “I leave this responsibility to your side.”
“Okay.” The middle-aged team leader nodded. He then scanned the documents on his desk and said, “I’ve shared my summary and plan with everyone already. Does anyone have anything to add? We still have time to make corrections.”
At these words, everyone around the table looked at each other for half a minute without voicing any opinions.
“We’ll go through with it, then,” America’s representative said, setting the decision in stone. He then waved his hand, causing the main screen in the hall to light up.
Immediately, rows of white bullet comments slid past the black background.
These bullet comments did not originate from ordinary civilians. This broadcasting platform was jointly developed by the various nations, and it broadcasted only Transdimensional Review’s program. Meanwhile, only the various nations’ professional units and recognized scientific research institutions were allowed to connect to it. This was so that they could communicate and cooperate with each other efficiently.
At the top left of the screen, a series of numbers attracted the audience’s attention.
8:42
8:43
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Super Floating Castle, Headmaster’s Tower:
Chen Yu laid on the floor after completing his fifth set of 300 push-ups. While panting, he stood up and accepted the bottled water Little Peach handed him. He then gulped down a mouthful of water.
“Mr. Chen, your head
