"Don’t zone out, don’t get sidetracked—listen up!" Bang bang bang! Sophia hammered on the desk, looking like she was about to knock some sense into Adam. She was clearly on a roll and determined to say her piece all at once.
"First, I found a stable zone on the surface layer of the Heart of Tiberius—the size is exactly what I told you. Even if there’s a bit of spatial turbulence, I can keep it steady, so safety’s not a problem."
"Second, we don’t have to build everything in one go. Once we’ve got the master plan, we can move things into ultraspace bit by bit. And with our materials science and engineering getting better all the time, we don’t need a massive upfront investment—so it’s totally doable."
"Third, after careful research, I realized ultraspace has a property Earth just doesn’t have. Not even the poles, space, or alien planets can compare. It’s the best research environment and test site I could find—everything moves way faster in there, not just for me but anyone who goes in. So yeah, the necessity is obvious."
"If you’ve got questions, ask now. I’ll answer them all at once—and only once!"
Adam went quiet. He slouched in his chair, chin propped on his hand, breathing fast. As he thought, his breaths grew deeper, heavier, and more fired up. After a while, he looked up. In the shadows, his eyes flashed like knives, cold as swords: "Just one question."
He didn’t bring up costs or possibilities anymore. Adam, starting to show the vibe of a real family head, asked something that totally caught Sophia off guard.
"If we build the lab in ultraspace, how long will it last? Thirty years, maybe?"
Sophia was genuinely surprised by that question—at least, that’s what her memory was telling her.
But Jill Young instantly got it: Adam was asking about lab longevity because he wanted to build an unshakable legacy. With a stable ultraspace lab backing them up, the Zade Family could ignore all the industry rules and go after the whole world like hungry wolves.
Besides, the original idea for the ultraspace lab was just to set up a research department, but who knows what it’ll actually get used for.
A building eighteen thousand meters long and wide, able to connect anywhere from Earth to the Moon at any time—if you unleash its full power, it’s basically unstoppable, maybe even fate-level. It’s a fortress that can strike anywhere and is impossible to find—way scarier than an alien invasion.
Honestly, if the Zade Family can fully use ultraspace, they could easily rule the world. So forget thirty years—even if it were just three or five, Jill Young would jump at it, even if it cost everything.
I’m not sure—we still need to do the math, since I’ve never tested how fast big buildings age in ultraspace,” Sophia shook her head, then added confidently, “But thirty years? No problem. With future tech, eighty, ninety, a couple hundred, maybe even thousands of years—it’s all possible.
What’s there to think about? Jill Young shot her hand up: Down payment? No way, let me pay in full! I want to sign the contract right now and get my very own Tiberius Laboratory!
Alright!” At that moment, Adam radiated a colossal, world-devouring aura—the kind only true kings have. He stood up, no longer caring about anything else: “You’re right. This place will just be a support base, maybe one of many. The real Tiberius Laboratory has to be built inside ultraspace!
Sophia immediately broke into a happy smile.
She didn’t really get Adam’s reasoning—she just felt happy that he was once again going all in to support her research.
But watching the scene, Jill Young felt a mix of emotions.
Maybe this is how the Tiberius Laboratory really began. No grand ceremony, no VIPs—just two people in an unfinished room, smelling paint, making a decision that changed everything.
Greatness usually starts small—rivers come from tiny streams. Even the world’s biggest empires began in some run-down apartment reeking of instant noodles. In first person, Jill Young felt like she was witnessing history and rewinding time. It was like listening to a rousing symphony, but also a sorrowful elegy.
Because standing downstream in time, she knew all this beauty would eventually vanish.
With that mood, Jill Young could feel the will from deep in the void growing clearer. The two sides were getting closer, almost able to touch. And as they approached, the speed of memory transmission kept picking up.
Maybe it’s to prevent memory overload, or maybe there’s some mysterious reason, but now the memories from the void have a kind of motion blur effect. It’s like a river running faster and rougher—people on the boat can’t watch every wave up close. You just grab the most colorful splash when your emotions run high.
Memories started evolving faster.
It’s like when you remember your own past. Decades flash by in your mind, but only the sharpest memories stand out. The rest—maybe important to others, but not to you—just flicker by as faint lines, impossible to catch all the details.
How many times was I top of the class? Who’d bother keeping track of that? Maybe that eternal runner-up remembers—ask him. Anyway, I was always number one, that’s all that matters.
That’s exactly how it feels.
Just like that, 1981 flashed by. The world-shaking scientific breakthroughs, all the little brothers and sisters who were totally won over, the ever-growing Fourth Group—all just passed in a blur. Only three things stuck in Sophia’s mind, because Adam discussed each one with her.
First, they officially founded the Tiberius Holdings Company, handling recruitment, supplies, and turning research into cash. Adam took charge as Chairman and CEO, always busy with something. The company shot past two thousand employees and kept growing, getting more strict and hierarchical. Parker Peterson became head of logistics.
Second, Santiago—the shrewd shop owner Adam met back when he first started out—made a killing when Adam hit it big. Santiago was the only one who invested when Adam was down and out, so now Adam helped him cash in. Santiago’s net worth soared, turning him from a small-time hustler into a big-time investor.
Third, it was all about construction, construction, construction. Sophia designed the first batch of buildings for ultraspace—bold materials, sci-fi costs, but pretty modest size, like a regular six-story apartment. To keep it secret, Adam decided to build underground at the support base.
Drilling and building underground with a heavy building overhead is almost impossible. But the Cybertron Team brought new gear and experimental materials. Earth’s first Great Underground Vault was built right here.
Sophia wore a hard hat, checking blueprints and fixing mistakes at the site. She was totally focused on the work, not noticing that every so often, three or five workers vanished. The crew got more nervous, especially when Adam Zade came by.
Sophia had no idea Adam was going all out to keep the project secret—no matter the cost. The Head of Logistics got the message loud and clear, enforcing it with ruthless efficiency. The whole Vault was under a cloud of fear.
Sophia didn’t know any of this—she was just happy that Adam talked with her about the project every day, solving problems together. Adam still struggled to keep up with her, but Sophia loved the teamwork. Working side by side meant more than any romantic words.
The Vault took nine months to build.
During that time, cave-ins, flooding, and leaks happened again and again. There was even an earthquake—total blackout, water pipes burst, and the Vault was drenched like a rainstorm. When power came back, the water was thigh-deep. With the fans off, no oxygen was pumped in, and everyone nearly suffocated.
To keep the project going, Adam really did put everything on the line. Endless problems wore him out. Every time he took the steel-box elevator down into the Vault, it felt like a trip to hell.
But in the end, all the hard work paid off. Every bit of pain finally bore fruit.