Cobo Network.

"Does anyone know how to pass the sixth level? I've tried every method I know, but I just can't find a way out."

"Every time you re-enter the game, the content and cracking methods will change. Instead of asking online, it's better to research it yourself."

"Is it really that fun? Why does it feel so boring to me?"

"That's a shame. This game is truly magical. Every time I beat a level, I feel indescribable joy. Anyway, I'm going to conquer level five."

The game called Fuyao World spread like wildfire, quickly spreading across the global Internet and attracting countless curious Kobo people.

They can't explain why they are addicted, but they just can't eat or drink and have to keep playing to feel comfortable.

The game has been going on for five hours, and no one has yet broken through the ninth level. It's as if there's a barrier separating them, and even if they use all their strength, they can't find a way to break through.

As the night deepened, Sliven tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He raised his upper body, glanced at his wife and daughter, then carefully took out his phone, inserted the tentacles and entered the game again.

The game starts directly from the ninth level, and the content is the same as before.

After the prophet's prophecy ended, signs of the end of the world appeared.

Sliven didn't take any action, he experienced the whole process and then disconnected from the game.

"I want to see what happens after the ninth level. Only by understanding your deeper beliefs can I come up with targeted solutions."

Over the next few hours, Sliven tried various approaches.

If you can't stop the annihilation of the starry sky, then you can only escape.

He called on everyone in the world to build huge spaceships, but they were annihilated as soon as they flew out of the galaxy.

He built a smaller spaceship, this time flying even farther, but he could not escape annihilation.

"Starry Sky Annihilation comes from outer space. If I fly out, I'll be courting death. But if I don't fly out, I'll just stay where I am and wait for death."

"Do I need a faster aircraft?"

However, the technology of the Cobo civilization has its limits, and the aircraft it creates cannot reach higher speeds.

After failing the game for the twelfth time, Sliven woke up in a cold sweat, his head ached, and he could no longer enter the game.

…

In the morning, the sun is mild.

In the Governor's Palace conference room, hundreds of federal officials were sitting around a long transparent table.

The Kobo man in the front is slightly fat, and the tentacles on his head are a unique purple color. He is Governor Skerry.

Scarlett looked around and asked, "Sliven isn't here again?"

The slender secretary whispered back, "The Marshal is busy with work and said in advance that he would not attend the meeting today."

Scarry's expression remained unchanged, but he said nothing more.

The content of the meeting was very complicated. They first discussed the issue of the resistance army. A consul accused the Space Force of taking away 90% of the resources but being powerless to do anything about the resistance army.

Then we discussed the train issue.

"Two years ago, Dr. Aihua discussed the interstellar train project, suggesting building a train to travel between Cobo and the three major defense lines, allowing ordinary people to observe the starry sky up close. This shows that interstellar trains aren't particularly advanced technology, and we don't need to be overly afraid."

"For a hundred years, in preparation for the so-called apocalypse, we've expended enormous resources building a galactic defense line, particularly the planetary accelerator. Governor, you should know that a single run of the accelerator provides enough energy for all the Cobos around the world to use for ten years. If this continues, the resistance will only grow in number, and our planet won't be able to withstand such pressure."

"That train didn't express any ill will towards us. Perhaps they were visitors from afar, simply seeking friendly communication. I suggest direct contact and resolving any misunderstandings as quickly as possible."

Everyone has their own opinion, but most people advocate contact trains.

Scarry said expressionlessly, "But you need to know that whether to open the defense line and contact the train requires the Marshal's approval. My words are useless."

The meeting fell into silence and adjourned shortly afterwards.

Scarry, with a gloomy face, returned to the office alone.

The secretary handed over a large amount of information.

Scarlett rubbed his dry face and said tiredly, "I'm tired and don't want to read it. You read it to me."

Secretary: "The rebellion in Sunkh State in the southern hemisphere has been quelled, resulting in a total of 70,000 deaths. Since the day before yesterday, the number of protesters has increased from 100,000 to one million today, and the trend is intensifying."

"The rebels gave a speech in Lunyi State yesterday, and after being expelled, riots broke out, and two thousand people died on the scene."

"Due to excessive iron ore mining, the largest mountain in Taihe Prefecture has collapsed, and mudslides are imminent, putting Taihe City at risk. Tens of millions of residents have signed a joint online petition to relocate."

"A data error occurred when the accelerator was turned on half a month ago, resulting in a seventeen-hour power outage in three northern states, and the death toll from freezing to death has risen to 40,000."

…

Every piece of news, every number, made Scarry's eyelids twitch.

Without waiting for him to finish, Scarry drove his secretary away and made a phone call.

While waiting, Scarry reviewed the information again and talked to himself.

"The rebels want to overthrow me, the people accuse me of corruption, the Space Force comes to me when it's short on money, and even global disasters are my fault."

"I don't believe in prophetic predictions. Such things are pseudoscience."

"The Space Force must be partially disbanded, and the accelerator must be shut down. Otherwise, I won't be able to sit on the governor's chair for many more days."

"But the problem is that Sliven is acting recklessly by relying on the Space Force. We need to find a way to deal with him."

Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door and came in. It was a young man.

"Reuven, how about the intelligence I asked you to collect?"

Reuven is Scarry's personal intelligence officer.

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