Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 94

After she finished, she put down the microphone and gave a slight bow to the audience.

A few seconds later, thunderous applause erupted.

Everyone looked at the slender yet resolute figure on the stage, their eyes filled with nothing but the purest, most sincere admiration.

With her talent and her grace, Grace had conquered the entire Arclight Research Institute.

She had not only cleared her name but had also earned the unprecedented and full support of the institute's senior management.

After that turmoil, the Galaxy Project was given an unprecedented green light.

Resources, equipment, personnel—whatever she asked for, the dean approved it without a second thought.

The project advanced by leaps and bounds. Soon, they hit a new bottleneck: a data wall that stood between theory and reality, one so massive it was despair-inducing.

The existing computational models were completely unable to simulate the drug molecule's decay path under extreme conditions.

"It's no good, it crashed again."

"This is our eighteenth attempt. We just don't have enough computing power!"

"Unless... we could use AstraCore." A senior professor on the team, one of the most experienced, adjusted his glasses and uttered the name softly.

"AstraCore?"

Grace looked at him.

The old professor sighed. "AstraCore is the crown jewel of Arclight Research Institute, a supercomputer with performance that ranks in the top three globally. However... access to it is classified at the highest level. Forget us; even Dr. Lowell couldn't get approval when he was the team leader."

In other words, it was something a researcher at her level shouldn't even dream of using.

Grace fell silent.

She stared at the failed simulation on the screen, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on the desk.

Give up?

Impossible.

That word had never been in her vocabulary.

Half an hour later, she knocked on the dean's office door.

Back in the lab, she sat down at the terminal with the highest level of access, under the stunned gazes of her colleagues.

Enter account, password, iris scan, fingerprint verification.

[Welcome, Dr. Grace Hart. The AstraCore Supercomputing Center is at your service.]

A cool, robotic female voice sounded.

The entire supercomputing system was open to her.

Grace took a deep breath and imported all the theoretical model data she had prepared.

A massive stream of data flowed like a river of stars, flashing rapidly across the screen.

While waiting for the computation to finish, Grace, on a whim, opened the system's developer log.

As a top-tier researcher, she had a natural curiosity and respect for the "peers" who had created such a magnificent machine.

At the very end of the log was a long list of acknowledgments.

Among the dense list of English names, one set of initials stabbed at her eyes.