Chapter 132
At another corner of the Wales Base, after parting ways with the Crown Prince, Roger arrived at this location alone. This place was the secret of the Wales Base, accessible only to core members, as the prerequisite for entry was an A-level security clearance.
"Alright, let me see. Your Highness, what exactly is it that you wanted me to retrieve?" Indeed, this was a warehouse, though its danger level far exceeded that of any other. It served as the storage facility for Cole’s experimental results, often referred to as the "War Repository." The reason was simple: the equipment housed in Cole’s experimental warehouse consisted of advanced technologies that would be devastating in the hands of any nation.
"Are these just materials? Still, if the Crown Prince truly intends to take them, even if it’s just for assembling makeshift weapons, it should suffice, right?" That was correct. Even though they had not yet officially ascended to the military cabinet, preparations for the United Nations General Assembly were already underway. This particular assembly was different from previous ones for a simple reason: several nations had completely fallen, leaving only their provisional governments behind. Only five nations remained entirely untouched: the United Kingdom, the Gade Empire, the United States, the Maya Federation, and the Ocean Republic. Meanwhile, Europa, the Northern Union, Israel, and the Eastern Alliance had all suffered varying degrees of territorial loss. The Kingdom of Kestan, the Southern Union, and the United Arab Emirates, however, had lost all their land. To date, the survivors of the Southern Union had formed the Ceylon Consensus, preserving Sri Lanka as their last sanctuary. The territory of the UAE had been indirectly occupied by Israel, which refused to return it under the guise of "administrative trusteeship." As for the Kingdom of Kestan, being the epicenter of the Satan Crisis and heavily contaminated by nuclear radiation, it had become the target of universal condemnation and attack.
Currently, the global landscape was divided into two factions: the Restorationists, who hoped to return to the old order, and the Reconstructionists, who sought to establish a new one. The latter group had no desire to restore the past, as they now possessed more than they ever had—whether in terms of territory, economy, or otherwise. Only nations that had gained nothing from the current turmoil chose the Restorationists. Yet, practically every nation was inclined to support Reconstruction; those who genuinely favored Restoration were mostly the remnants of fallen states.
"I truly don't understand why the Crown Prince supports Restoration. Isn't Reconstruction better suited to current developments? Or perhaps, has he foreseen something else?" Restoration versus Reconstruction—these were two diametrically opposed choices, yet the Crown Prince had made the most baffling decision of all.
"It is not about Restoration, nor is it about Reconstruction. It is about maintaining order. And it is not Restoration, but Creation—the creation of a new order." This was the answer the Crown Prince had given. But what did it truly mean? Trexi’s thoughts were genuinely difficult to decipher.
Opening the warehouse, the sight before him was incredible. A normal warehouse would be filled with shelves of cargo, but this one lacked such things. Instead, it was filled with blue crystal stones. These were, in fact, spatial cores; should they leak, the consequences would be catastrophic.
"Let me see... Mercury alloy? That’s one of the Crown Prince’s common tools. And I have to prepare them for it as well. To think the Crown Prince is willing to lend these to them... let me check..." As he spoke, Roger reached out to touch the blue spatial core.
Suddenly, a blue vortex appeared, catching him off guard. The space began to tremble, and the surrounding blue spatial cores began to resonate.