I Was Reported to Be Making Guns, and the Country Asked Me to Leave Overnight.

The system asked me to build an interstellar missile in three years, and I was so worried that my hairline receded; but the researcher next door reported me every day for "wasting national resources"; until the superior suddenly invited us both into the underground base at the same time - the white-haired leader respectfully handed over the appointment letter as a special academician, then turned and sneered: "As for you, comrade whistleblower, an arrest warrant for leaking secrets has been issued." The screen behind me lit up: my system taskbar was clearly marked [National Top Secret].