Two weeks later.
Aron, now fully reinvigorated after his semi-forced break, finally logged back into the universal simulation.
{Welcome back, sir,} Nova greeted him the moment his body materialized inside his lab.
“Can’t say I didn’t miss this,” Aron replied as he moved to sit down—despite there being no chair beneath him. Before he could reach the ground, a chair materialized under him, seamlessly supporting his weight.
“Any good news on cracking the Trinarian encryption?” he asked as he settled in.
{We’ve made some advancements, but honestly, I’d say we’re still only a few steps away from the starting line,} Nova admitted. Without a clear progress indicator, it was impossible to gauge exactly how close they were to breaking through—the process was more guesswork than science at this point.
“There’s no other choice, then,” Aron muttered as he called up the system interface and began searching for decryption algorithms.