It was nine-twenty when Charlotte Miller, already holding a cup of coffee, sat in front of those computers.
Black coffee, no sugar, no milk. In the early years, she was very disdainful of Atlas Hallow drinking black coffee, finding it bitter and astringent, how could such a taste be good?
But now she slowly understood, only the bitter and astringent black coffee can keep people awake at all times; coffee soaked in sugar and milk has lost its original, unique, and marvelous taste, becoming incredibly mellow.
In such a brutal war, there is no room for mellowness.
Various numbers began to appear on the screen, the aroma and bitterness of black coffee penetrated her senses, making her feel extraordinarily spirited.
In fact, the entire world is composed of various numbers, she likes to see the world through numbers.
It's like she and Atlas Hallow set up a timeline from the day they met, and at every critical point on the axis, an accident would occur.
