Chapter 182: Datacosm Realm: Part 4

"By the way, how long have they all been here?" Nagan asked Owen, who was still sitting on his shoulders.

"Around ten hours or so," Owen casually replied, "They all have taught their respective juniors to be self sufficient without their presence before this."

"Well, it's certainty working, to an extent," Nagan wryly smirked, since as of now, he already got a lot of call from the second gen usalians and the nezuras on how to proceeds with things as their respective head-figure were still in this 'meeting' that they didn't know much details of. "How long would you think they can survive until reaching their limit?"

"Three days, if you really want to mold them into a new tungsten, and rather opportunistic in getting terrifyingly good rabbits out of this."

"What about the realistic estimation?"