Zhang Ting, a 28-year-old operation and maintenance worker who worked a seventeen-day shift, pushed open the security door of a rental house in the early hours of the morning. He was immediately stunned - outside the door was not a corridor, but a wild wilderness with billowing gray fog, and a ferocious saber-toothed tiger with shoulder armor was swooping towards him.
This door became a fixed anchor connecting the two worlds, and he was the only one in the world who could activate it. Trembling, he handed over the claw that was severed by the door, and the national top-secret project "Project Spark" was launched.
Repeated actual measurements, scouting the road in advance, sneaking into Blackstone Town disguised as a businessman, buying the entire town directly with materials, and building the first piece of land in another world. Later, he unlocked a custom anchor point, and a national giant teleportation hub rose from the ground. Mining star marrow copper ore, reversing the wreckage of a spaceship, and making breakthroughs in room-temperature superconductivity and controllable nuclear fusion. Zhang Ting went from being a social beast who just wanted to lie down, to sitting as the governor of an alien world in charge of millions of people, and he also helped his mother country reshuffle the global card table with its technological revolution.
But no one expected that the interstellar archives of the underground core ruins directly revealed the trump card - this planet is just a biological breeding ground for high-level civilizations. Alien beasts, mineral veins, and beast tides are all "crops" that are artificially controlled and harvested regularly. Large-scale energy development awakened the AI supervisor Omega who had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years. The global suppression field suddenly dropped, superconductors failed, fusion devices shut down, and the power of thermal weapons plummeted to the point of burning fire sticks.
The strengthened behemoth pushed the continent flat, city-states fell one after another, noble rebellions and church riots turned into a pot of porridge, and they fell from the top into the siege city.
