The System ordered me to build an interstellar missile in three years, and the stress made my hairline recede. Meanwhile, the researcher next door reported me every day for “messing around and wasting national resources.” Then my superior suddenly summoned both of us to an underground base. A white-haired general respectfully handed me an appointment letter as a senior academician, then turned and sneered:
“As for you, comrade reporter, the arrest warrant for leaking state secrets has already been issued.”
The screen behind him lit up, displaying the task list from my System, prominently marked [Top National Secret].
