Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

Eighteen hours later.

A pale ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds polluted by volcanic ash, casting its glow over the entire city. However, the V Group building in the city center did not become more vibrant with this sunlight; instead, it grew even colder and more gloomy.

In the CEO's office, a huge LCD TV hung on the wall, its screen constantly switching between different images. A live news broadcast continued: "After more than ten hours of violent eruption, Mount White Bear has gradually calmed down. According to the latest monitoring data, the concentration of volcanic ash is gradually decreasing, and various professional rescue teams are rapidly assembling and rushing to the disaster area to carry out emergency rescue missions..."

The host's clear and urgent voice echoed throughout the room as he detailed every aspect and development of the disaster at White Bear Mountain.

Sitting at her spacious and luxurious desk, Tian Mengting absentmindedly fiddled with an empty glass with her long, slender fingers, her slightly open eyes glancing casually at the television screen, her mind elsewhere.

Last night, despite taking sleeping pills, she couldn't calm her anxious heart and tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep.

It's happening again! My brother isn't answering the phone once again... It seems that whenever he gets busy, he becomes a completely different person, automatically blocking out all people and things around him that are unrelated to his work, and immersing himself wholeheartedly in his almost frantic work.

Even as his own sister, she was sometimes ruthlessly forgotten by him. This feeling of being constantly ignored stung Tian Mengting's heart from time to time.

The phone on the table vibrated, but she was so lost in thought that she didn't notice it until a while later when she snapped out of her reverie, grabbed the phone without thinking, and quickly pressed the answer button.

It has to be good news... please, it can't be bad news.

"Mengting?" A familiar yet slightly indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone; it was Wei. Hearing this voice, her tense nerves relaxed a little, but she still couldn't hide her excitement.

"Brother...brother."

However, before he could say more than a few words, Wei eagerly changed the subject to work: "After I finish handing over my work here, I'll go back to headquarters first. How is the merger of the new group progressing?"

Faced with his direct question, Tian Mengting frowned, a sense of irritation rising within her. Suppressing her dissatisfaction, she replied, "I don't know, I'm not in charge of that area." She then bit her lip, inwardly grumbling about why Wei always brought up work-related matters. Did they have nothing else to talk about besides work?

After a brief exchange, the two fell into an awkward silence. Tian Mengting gripped her phone tightly, but her eyes were involuntarily drawn to the television screen. A commercial was playing, and the clock on the screen ticked away second by second. She stared blankly at the constantly changing numbers, feeling as if each second stretched on forever.

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, followed by Wei's hushed conversation with someone else. Although she couldn't quite make out what they were saying, Tian Mengting could guess from the snippets that it was about the disaster-stricken area. A short while later, Wei finished explaining and hung up without a word, not even saying goodbye.

Staring at her phone screen, which was now black, Tian Mengting's mood was like a rollercoaster. The ripples that had just been stirred by Wei's call vanished instantly, replaced by a deep sense of loss and frustration.

She put down her phone and faced the floor-to-ceiling window behind her.

"It's almost been 24 hours, Miss Tian. How long do you intend to keep me here?" After a moment of silence, the figure lounging comfortably on the sofa finally spoke. He shifted slightly, revealing a somewhat languid face, with various empty bottles of designer cocktails lying haphazardly beside him.

Seeing that Peng Fei, whom she had originally kept under house arrest, was almost drinking all the cocktails in her bar, Tian Mengting could no longer bear it. She stepped into her exquisite high heels and strode towards Peng Fei.

"Don't think you can get away with keeping your mouth shut. I have plenty of ways to make you talk!" Tian Mengting yelled at Peng Fei. However, Peng Fei was already somewhat drunk. He groggily raised his head, spread his hands innocently, and said, "I really don't know... Miss Tian, ​​I really don't know where Zhao Lin is—"

Immediately afterward, as if suddenly remembering something, Peng Fei stood up unsteadily, reached for the pistol that Tian Mengting had used to threaten him earlier, removed the magazine, and began to examine it closely. "Hehe, this gun of yours is really nice, Miss Tian. Can you tell me where you got it?" He teased as he fiddled with the pistol.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Tian Mengting became even more furious. She raised her foot, and it looked like her sharp heel was about to land on Peng Fei's groin.

The television in the room was connected to an external signal, and a shaky shot filled the screen. It was a private call from Han Shaoyi.

"I've found the female reporter's whereabouts, Mr. Tian."

The news Han brought always made her unconditionally happy.

Compared to her humble and passive demeanor in front of Wei just now, Tian Mengting seemed like a completely different person, her gaze falling meaningfully on Peng Fei.

Upon hearing this, Peng Fei narrowed his eyes uneasily.

"Could we invite Reporter Zhao over for a few drinks?" Tian Mengting asked. This wasn't a question, but a request that had to be fulfilled.

However, Han Shaoyi's next answer was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

"I'm afraid that's not possible now, Mr. Tian. As far as I know, she's currently in the ICU..."

Before he could finish speaking, Peng Fei's previously composed face instantly stiffened.

......

Meanwhile, Zhenxing Island.

A helicopter from the distant White Bear Mountain slowly landed on the island's meticulously expanded helipad.

As the propellers gradually slowed down and stopped spinning, the hatch was pushed open, and Wei, beaming with pride, stepped out carrying a large bouquet of beautiful flowers and walked towards the woman standing not far away.

A strong wind blew by, making Su Luo's shoulder-length short hair look disheveled. Faced with this situation, she simply yawned and impatiently moved her feet.

Wei enthusiastically offered her flowers, but Su Luo's hands, which were tucked into her pockets, showed no sign of reaching out.

“Dr. Su, it’s been so long! I’ve missed you terribly these past few days!” Wei said with a smile. However, what greeted his heartfelt “confession” was a slightly bitter, sarcastic smile on Su Luo’s lips.

"Don't give me that." Su Luo glared at Wei, then turned and left, leaving him with only a cold, receding figure.

Xiao Luo bowed apologetically on her behalf and accepted Wei's flowers.

At the top of the research institute's dome, an elevator was silently descending along its tracks. It led to a hidden underground space within the expanded robotics research institute, a place almost unknown to the general public.

Su Luo stood at the head of the sedan chair, while in the same corner was the powerful female steward. The atmosphere was unnecessarily somber, perhaps due to Su Luo's earlier attitude.

“I’m very pleased that you were able to deliver such important information to me so quickly, Dr. Su. This fully demonstrates that our cooperation is seamless!” Wei broke the silence first, trying to lighten the slightly tense atmosphere by starting a conversation.

"The recent commotion at White Bear Mountain is so big, even without thinking about it, the answer is obvious... Was it all your doing?" She stared at Wei, her eyes revealing doubt.

Upon hearing Su Luo's question, the head housekeeper couldn't help but let out a few disdainful snorts. She deliberately shifted her feet, creating a noticeable distance between herself and Su Luo, to show her dissatisfaction and contempt for him.

Despite Su Luo's accusations, Wei remained remarkably calm, saying without batting an eye, "It's just a natural choice. Even if these things hadn't happened yet, White Bear Mountain would have ended up like this sooner or later."

These words sound like the excuses that repeat offenders always use, trying to justify their numerous crimes with various reasons.

Su Luo took a deep breath, pondering to herself. Recalling how, since deciding to cooperate with Wei, she had embarked on a path of no return. Now, she was not only an accomplice, but had also personally handed over her own future and the fate of the entire research institute to someone else. A deep sense of sorrow welled up within her at this thought.

Was this really a last resort?

As I pondered, the elevator smoothly arrived at its destination, the core of the entire research institute—the Skyfire Main Control Room.

“You know, the Skyfire is an ancient legacy left by the Lyleth clan, and we both know how arduous its restoration is. However, I, Su Luo, swear on my doctoral degree that I will keep my word.” Before she finished speaking, she led Wei quickly toward the server array in the main control room. Along the way, they passed through layers of water-cooled chassis and finally arrived at the center of the main control room used to observe the Skyfire.

The main control room has a unique peninsula shape. Countless computer mainframes inside are running at full speed, emitting a low and continuous hum. They are going all out to capture the precious data code the moment the Skyfire is activated.

Before everyone, a massive, downward-sloping tempered glass dome separated the experimental area from the people in the control room. This glass dome was the last barrier between the fire and humanity.

Wei stared wide-eyed, tiptoed, and approached the fence behind the glass with awe. He then slowly bent down and carefully examined the weapon that had only revealed a small part of its true power through the glass.

"Have you tried to start it?" Wei turned around and asked.

"It was activated, but only for a very short time. Due to energy incompatibility and an alarming rate of consumption, we had to shut it down." Su Luo arrived at the railing a little late, leaning slightly forward, her gaze fixed on the dim, lifeless body of the Heavenly Fire.

Over the past few months, she has been extremely worried about this "distinguished guest" who has never appeared in the research institute before.

"So, have you considered using Purple Star as fuel?" Wei's sudden question instantly highlighted the dilemma Su Luo was currently facing. He took a bottle of Purple Star experimental samples from the steward, then deliberately shook it a few times in front of Su Luo, causing ripples to spread through the liquid inside.

Seeing this, Su Luo subconsciously propped her head up with her hand and began to seriously consider the feasibility of the proposal. However, she soon shook her head and denied it: "It is indeed a rather novel idea, but frankly, I can't find a sufficient reason to use it as fuel. Moreover, Purple Star has always been used in the medical field; it is not a completely new type of energy material."

“Just because Purple Star isn’t suitable doesn’t mean that extracting its ‘mother’ is unsuitable.” As he spoke, the manager flipped the tablet in his hand, and what was on the screen was the purple ore that appeared in the center of Shenzhen City after “L” day, which was produced from a black hole.

It is also a raw material for Zixing.

“Even if it can, who will control this thing? The language module of the Lyrt people has completely disappeared from history, and even if the activation conditions are met, it cannot be effectively driven…” Su Luo questioned.

“Unless you find me a genuine Lytian.” She realized how ridiculous it was after saying that joke.

But Wei laughed.

Su Luo found it hard to believe.

"You really have?"