While the public conducted protests and shamed the Dreamer under the concerted guidance of certain organizations, dangerous undercurrents were running elsewhere.
The powerful organizations.
The atmosphere in the virtual hall bore semblance to the one a few days ago when the federation was on the verge of war.
Representatives of major powers were seated across the oval desks. Their gazes were fixed on the man on the stage.
In baggy white coat and unkempt hair, a thin man was staring into the distance, lost in thought.
"Dr! Dr.Thomas!" A young woman standing below the stage whispered.
"Hush~ It's almost ready, I'm almost there…" Thomas made a hush gesture and rubbed his forehead.
"…."
The audience looked at each other in utter shock.
Are you for real? We are the most elite delegation. We are ridden with many important tasks every day. Even mayors of big cities have to get the appointments to meet us and you, not even a level 7 want us to wait?
