"This is …"
It was not a joke. Lu Xuanyu saw the remnant snow by the roadside melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The most suitable temperature for metal-based organisms," Xiang Shan said, "It has exceeded fifty degrees. For Homo sapiens, this temperature is a bit hotter than bath water. On Earth nowadays, only the middle regions of great deserts reach this temperature."
Lu Xuanyu's wife involuntarily stepped back.
"If you would like to enter, please bring protective gear—heat-insulating suits, ice packs, and the like," Xiang Shan said. "Of course, I do not recommend that you go in right now. This park is intended for those who have already undergone gene modification surgery."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers. The door closed.
"That's it," Xiang Shan said.
Lu Xuanyu said, "You have developed many … metal-based organisms? But won't they run out and impact the Earth in some way?"
