The dull tremors from beneath the ground had yet to fade, but Lin Mo had already dug his nails into his palms. Seventeen Nobel laureates stood huddled at the nursery door, their white coats reeking of the burnt ozone they had brought back from the site of the Chicago power grid collapse.
"The gravitational anomaly index has broken 1,200!" Su Yuqing’s quantum projection descended from the ceiling, her translucent form flickering between substance and shadow. Her gaze swept over the baby in the crib, who was gnawing on a cold fusion device, and she suddenly began to tremble violently.
A red warning exploded across Lin Mo’s retinas on his system interface: [Maternal-Infant Quantum Entanglement at 98%]. He reached out to pick up the child, only to be repelled three meters by an invisible force field, his back slamming hard against a wall covered in anti-matter calculation formulas.
Chapter 70