Not long after, Icaroya reached the end of the factory. A thousand-meter-high dark gate stood before him, its entire surface etched with various intricate mechanical patterns.
At the top of the gate, a special progress bar appeared.
It showed 99%.
Icaroya stood still, his gaze as cold as frost, constantly fixed on that progress bar, a rare gleam of excitement in his eyes.
"Lord Icaroya, once the progress is complete, no one in the vast Negative Universe will be able to match you, no one will be able to obstruct your path."
Agaka bent over, flattering Icaroya, even though he didn't know what Icaroya intended to do next. But Agaka knew well enough that Icaroya had spent and waited too long for this moment.
"Agaka, keep watch here. I won't allow any mishaps, do you understand?"
Icaroya, having long since adjusted his emotional fluctuations, commanded with unparalleled indifference.
"Yes!"
Agaka replied in a deep voice.
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