Chapter 1214

NO．118：Optimist, Pessimist, Me

During her term in office, she dedicated herself to advancing healthcare, education, urban infrastructure, and other initiatives, repeatedly leading the Sarkaz to repel foreign invasions, and achieved notable accomplishments in diplomatic work.

——The above is Theresa's résumé from her homeland.

At the same time, it is also part of her employee file at Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd., accessible without authorization.

It is not hard to imagine that, to the Rhodes Island staff, she is likely a household name, widely known and recognized.

But to the Federation people, the achievements of a transmigrator before transmigration are not important.

What matters is the present, what she is about to do.

Regarding this, Aomo has another piece of intelligence at hand, briefly outlining the entrepreneurial history of Miss Theresa and her brother in the Berd Demon Realm District.

From mercenary to medical industry to fashion design, the scope is broad, with multiple lines running in parallel, ultimately leaping into the scientific research field, her smooth progression through challenges resembling a feel-good urban business web novel, itself having considerable coverage and promotion, even once ranking in the top ten of the Berd Demon Realm District's recent corporate evaluations.

At this level, surface-level information is naturally easy to obtain, but to delve into details……those who strive for that are not few, after all, in this world some love the birth of legends, while others hope for their shattering.

Many anticipate the emergence of scandals, and even without evidence, they will first cite some convenient argument based on the Heart of Terra.

This is a widespread prejudice in the Federation mindset, targeting all transmigrators and transmigrator groups whose development has been excessively smooth and excessively successful; its essence is no different from mygo literature, differing only in——the former indeed has several documented instances as proof.

Therefore, even Aomo finds it hard to ignore such an argument, though he is also an enthusiast of other worlds.

Not disregarding transmigrators' past achievements is what sets him apart from many others, and thus he clearly knows that the girl he addresses as Miss, who appears to be around twenty years old, is like many grandmothers in the orphanage, actually in her triple digits, conservatively estimated at two hundred years old.

As for whether these years have been wasted……

After dismissing the floating information window, Aomo once again turns his gaze to Miss Theresa standing at the end of the long table, speaking eloquently before the projected plan diagram behind her, then immediately shifts his look to Rosh and Trexiss, who have a somewhat complex connection with her.

Composure and solemnity are the shared impression of the two at this moment; the former, nicknamed Doctor, displays twelve parts of scholarly demeanor at this moment, a temperament he has only distantly observed during certain prestigious university visits, or from some advanced online courses now affordable.

Identical in nature, placed upon Doctor Rosh, whom he has chatted with several times, it can be said to be utterly alien.

Especially now, his relentless, incisive theoretical questioning and academic rebuttal, even carrying a few points of the harsh coldness of scrutinizing Miss Theresa's thesis defense.

But upon considering this person's identity and information, he again feels it should be so.

An academic research veteran, not discussing experience but merely speaking from the vantage point of civilizational height, ought naturally to possess such unconscious natural arrogance and composed calm.

When this old scholar's vigor travels from afar, from virtual construction into reality, even Aomo, who has not faced it directly but merely observed, feels a slight tension.

——Looking back, this is a demon with a high school education.

Demons indeed have high school education, no mistake, but the Demon King already holds dual doctorates in Federation origin energy and computer science!

Composure and calm are bidirectional, not only in Rosh, but also in Theresa.

Even though the current confirmation and questioning of the plan's procedures are not solely by Doctor Rosh, and at one point even developed into successive questions, putting her in a posture of debating the scholars.

She remains composed nonetheless.

At this moment, Aomo genuinely feels that long-lost quality—the contrast between flesh and soul, life's contempt for time, and the inherent nature of the long-lived.

Then, setting aside Trexiss, who at first glance seems unsuited for diplomacy or fundraising, the Kazdiel National Defense Committee now possessing such cutting-edge equipment is largely due to this so-called second-in-command managing it.

This so-called deputy committee member is likely merely a temporary external display.

Observing Trexiss, who speaks relatively little compared to other meeting members, almost only uttering a few more words than Aomo, who is purely a bystander, Aomo naturally notices that up to now, everything has been Theresa coordinating the overall situation.

The Demon King remains.

The Black Crown remains.

At this very moment, in her hands, even carrying the instrument beside her, in the projection behind her, complex patterns and annotations appear.

Even with annotations, even if those annotations are thoughtfully bilingual, expressed in Berdian and Hongwen respectively, compared to facilitating others, it seems more like an explanation for him, the sole local.

But unfortunately.

Even if the content involving information compression, energy conversion, and form fixation is quite familiar, as if giving him a second confirmation of monster card manufacturing procedures, the excessive proprietary terminology still gives him a feeling akin to being imprisoned while reading Eastern kana.

The attitude is good, but abbreviations and jargon abound; your promotional approach could succeed if just one person is willing to dive in—even if patient like Aomo, he nearly gave up midway on keeping up with the 'course,' only to think, after ten minutes, that he might as well quit.

Because he only gradually realized something was off in the closing stages, gradually realizing that the design choice in the shaping phase was not planar.

What is being discussed is fundamentally not monster cards!

It's his mother's Originium!

I said, how come just collecting information and editing, yet the design arrangement for the information release phase is so careless, originally never intending to design a complete program at the medium level……Aomo looks especially speechless at Theresa's plan to use Originium as a substitute for monster cards, and using that Black Crown for internal data adjustment, requiring PRTS system assistance……

……Does that system manage that broadly?

He feels something is off.

Especially when many in attendance hear that the PRTS system is to assist, their reactions are all tense movements and strange expressions.

On expression, the so-called subtle, the so-called strange, usually arise from the blending of two or more sensations into complex emotion, and as an experienced observer, Aomo considers his understanding of emotional nuance to be quite developed.

And these people in his sight—these researchers and doctors like Dr. Kaelth, Dr. Joyce, and Miss Muelses—indeed, their strange expressions on their faces incorporate surprise, but that surprise does not seem like thinking a company operating system could manage this project as a fanciful notion, but rather……

Rather like……rather like in a project team where everyone is united and giving their all, suddenly hearing the team leader propose to drag the most uncooperative person in class, or rather the most slacking-off person, into the group, astonishment remains but mixed with rejection and disdain.

What the hell?

What the hell is this? What's going on? Do you guys have any more background?

Although I know you are a transmigrator organization, secrets are certainly many, but not to the extent that a company operating system has some big secret?

Sharing the surprise with everyone, yet surprised not about a place, Aomo, deeply saddened, discovers that even the supposed good comrade who should be loafing together fishing, and who also gets along well with that group, has a complex expression.

You also know this?

He turns his head again, and sees even Brother Zhong Yue sitting in the corner, also wearing the look of resignation upon hearing something troublesome but possibly good.

How come you also know this?!

I really am still being 80'd, huh?