"Alright, let's set a deadline of ten years. If you can replicate the ZS Bacteria within that time, I guarantee you, even if it costs me my life, I will create a three-dimensional subspace for you."
After some hesitation, Maxwell Owen decided to go all in.
Willian smiled, his usually serious expression revealing a youthful vitality for once. "Director Owen, you're too modest. After all, in the previous timeline, you were able to create a Particle-interference Bomb under conditions where the technology was completely unavailable."
Maxwell Owen waved dismissively, "Alright, alright, I don't need you to praise me."
Just as Willian was about to leave, Maxwell Owen reminded him sharply from behind, "It's fine if you can read and understand history on your own; that's your own ability. But let me warn you: do not share what you've discovered with others who don't know. As the sages once said…"
