Shen Feng felt a profound sense of despair when he realized the final key was a specific chemical formula.
The calculations and experiments involved were simply impossible to complete within forty-eight hours.
There was simply too little time left for human civilization.
Even with power that was, in a sense, almost like a Divine Spirit's, it was still just 'the power of a mortal' when faced with those indescribable, unnamable existences that completely defied human imagination.
Whether or not he had turned Yamaguchi Sora into a brain in a vat to get the virus analysis, it seemed everything was already beyond saving from the very beginning.
He still had to make the most difficult choice.
Beside him, Jingwei's beautiful avatar wore a solemn expression. She picked up a hot towel, handed it to Shen Feng, and said:
"Shen Feng, thirty minutes left."
Shen Feng nodded as he took the hot towel. "I know."
'One shouldn't give up until the very last second.'
