The Federation and the alternate world bear each other just barely.
Milton Cheney's judgment was quite good. Maybe it was a limitation of the world, or maybe for other reasons.
This time, it wasn't a full-on attack from the alternate realm.
If it's this difficult to resist even without it being a total attack, if a total attack does occur, the world would not be far from destruction.
Capital City, the Federation Research Institute.
"Old Lees, how's the development of the 'Hope Elixir'?"
"It has already reached the clinical phase. In a maximum of two months, it can be officially implemented."
Thomas Lees, seated in front of Milton Cheney, said.
"Can it be guaranteed?"
"Would I joke about such a thing? What do you mean?"
Thomas Lees huffed, feeling offended, making Milton Cheney somewhat embarrassed.
What did he mean?
Wasn't it because they were as slow as turtles, and now being so efficient so quickly was somewhat hard to adapt to?
