Chapter One Hundred Forty-One

“Let me attend the United Nations conference? You must be dreaming. Although I was planning to go out for a bit recently, I have no intention of going with people like you. You should know, I have no interest in politics.” In Cole’s laboratory in Wales, Trehi was trying to persuade him. Though this was his physical form, sometimes he truly struggled to maintain control.

“How about going there? You have a friend there anyway, right? It would be a good chance to see her!” Trehi had been urging him for nearly ten minutes, using every tactic, but Cole remained unmoved.

“Do you really think so? She’s probably already working within the government. Besides, it’s been so many years since we parted, and I don’t know how to contact her. Do you honestly believe I could find her?” At this point, Cole and Trehi were debating over a certain woman, as if the mere mention of her would convince Cole to attend.

“Don’t worry, she really does work for the government, and she’s responsible for this United Nations conference. Now, are you willing to come with me?” Trehi’s information was timely and precise. “She’s in charge of logistics. Maybe you can just take a walk around there. If you can’t find her, you can always come back.”

Trehi’s persuasion seemed to be having some effect. Cole began to hesitate.

“Alright, but you’ll need to bring some items with you. I’ll prepare those. These things will protect you, at least they’ll prevent sudden death.” Cole turned around, seemingly ready to prepare the items. “Oh, and I’ll need your DNA codes. Trehi, help me get those ready. These things concern you as well.”

Suddenly, Cole seemed to remember something and added that last detail.

“I’ve already given you access to that. Why don’t you just handle it yourself?” Trehi shot back unexpectedly, but Cole paid no mind.

“Fine, just remember to keep them safe yourself. I’ll prepare the others.” With that, Cole took several blue, gem-like crystals from the lab bench, each carefully cut into a conventional shape.

“These are spatial cores—cut into gemstone shapes. Aren’t they beautiful?” Cole held one up for them to admire. “Unfortunately, alongside their beauty comes unpredictability. No one but me can control them.”

Though he casually toyed with these spatial cores, they were in fact fragments of space between four-dimensional and three-dimensional realms. They appeared in three-dimensional form but possessed four-dimensional spatial properties. Each core contained a miniature space inside, varying in size.

“According to my research, these spatial fragments likely originate from the shattering of another dimension, appearing in adjacent three-dimensional space. I can barely obtain a limited number of these cores, but they are excellent materials for scientific research.” Cole did not hide his findings, knowing only a few present could truly understand.

“So, do Terran Taylor and the others know how to use them? Isn’t that so-called watch theirs too...?”

“Them?” Cole laughed at Miller’s casual question. “You think those two can handle it? You’re overestimating them.” Producing a watch-shaped core, Cole explained, “Although they are now chief scientists at the Royal Academy, they only represent old science. I am the representative of spatial science. If I choose, I could dabble in their so-called science with ease.”

His tone was teasing. “I just don’t know how far it would push progress all at once.” As always, Cole spoke bluntly. Though arrogant, his confidence was well-founded. No one doubted his words. His scientific realm had surpassed all before him, even that of his mentors.

“Save those words for when you meet her. As her brother, she’s probably eager to know what you’ve been through all these years.” With that, Trehi left with Miller.

“So, who exactly is this ‘her’ you were talking about?” Miller asked after the door closed.

“Well, she’s someone I met at St. Milan College in Europa. She was our class monitor back then. But I wasn’t using my real identity at the time.” Trehi paused noticeably.

“You see, people in Europa tend to be somewhat dismissive of us from the United Kingdom. But this monitor was an exception, which is why we got along well. Later on, they mutually recognized each other as siblings. So, the one I asked him to find was actually his sister.”