I asked you to modify it, what the hell is this fighter jet's engine?

Before them lay sharp wakizashi (short swords), their blades gleaming with a cold light.

The room was deathly silent, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall, as if counting down their lives.

The royal envoy stood to the side expressionless, his eyes as cold as the snow in winter.

The prime minister and other high-ranking officials stood quietly on the other side, their expressions complex, a mixture of helplessness, sorrow, and a sense of relief.

"Long Live His Majesty the Emperor!"

The director of the National Security Bureau broke the silence first, shouting a voice that echoed in the quiet room.

Then, without hesitation, he picked up the dagger and slowly plunged it into his abdomen.

His facial muscles twitched, but he endured the excruciating pain and pulled hard horizontally.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining his white kimono red, dripping onto the tatami mat and spreading a shocking red stain.

Immediately afterwards, the Minister of Defense also picked up a short sword and shouted, "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!", repeating the same action.

His body trembled slightly, but his eyes revealed a resolute determination.

Blood flowed down his body, mingling with the blood of the person in front of him.

Finally, the deputy cabinet minister did not hesitate at all.

He picked up the dagger, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—perhaps resentment, perhaps helplessness—but in the end, he shouted "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" and plunged the dagger into his abdomen.

The blood of the three high-ranking officials stained the entire tatami mat, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

This apology ceremony was conducted in silence, without any superfluous words or sentimental farewells, yet it felt so tragic.

The news was strictly controlled, and it was only announced to the outside world that these three high-ranking officials, who bore inescapable leadership responsibility for serious negligence in national security, felt deeply ashamed of failing the trust placed in them by the people and His Majesty the Emperor, and therefore committed suicide to take responsibility.

At this moment, Gao Xiaoguang, who had truly stirred up this earth-shattering storm, had already taken advantage of the enormous chaos caused by the explosion to disguise himself as an inconspicuous Japanese office worker and board a flight to the homeland of the old vulture.

He sat by the window on the plane, gazing at the receding Japanese landscape outside, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

As the plane weaved through the clouds, Gao Xiaoguang's gaze was firm and profound.

The revival progress of the spatial stele has reached 6.883%, its eerie light swirling, as if awaiting the next grand feast…

More than ten hours later, the plane landed at the airport in the old vulture's home country.

Gao Xiaoguang walked out of the airport with the crowd, looked at the unfamiliar yet challenging environment around him, and took a deep breath.

He blended into the crowd and headed towards the city center, beginning his search for a place to stay.

In a remote corner of the city, Gao Xiaoguang rented a small apartment.

The room wasn't large, but it was secluded, which suited him perfectly. He put down his luggage and began to study his next course of action.

As a technologically advanced nation, the United States has high-tech enterprises and research institutions all over the world, and its security measures are extremely tight. Gao Xiaoguang knew very well that in order to acquire key technologies, he had to be extra careful.

He first collected information on some important technology companies and military research institutions of the old vulture through the internet and various channels.

After some screening, he set his sights on a company called Xingyao Technology.

Although nominally a technology company, this is actually the Old Vulture's cutting-edge technology laboratory, possessing many core technologies that the Space Stone Tablet needs.

After several days of observation and preparation, Gao Xiaoguang once again used his disguise skills, transforming into a senior engineer named Jack. He forged perfect identity documents and swaggered into Xingyao Technology Company.

"Hello, I'm Jack, a new employee. I'm here to report for duty," Gao Xiaoguang said with a smile to the company receptionist.

"Oh, Mr. Jack, welcome to our company."