Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

I slept until the sun was high in the sky, went out to grab a quick bite of food, and then packed three bento boxes to go home and continue practicing.

……

Liu Dong, who is ten years old, is in the fourth grade of elementary school.

The teacher struggled to teach, and he himself didn't care. He copied homework all year round and basically guessed on exams.

My parents' hair has turned half white from worry.

I heard that Huaxia Industrial Group has released a consciousness helmet that allows you to learn while playing and provides real-time feedback on your understanding of knowledge points.

Without hesitation, I placed an order that same day and got one for my son.

Liu Dong put on the consciousness helmet, first completed the account registration, and then asked his parents to deposit 1,000 Chinese yuan into the account.

Once he entered learning mode, the meticulously designed games immediately captured his attention, making him engrossed in playing and focused on learning.

A few days later, his parents took some time to test him with a few questions. He was stunned on the spot, and then burst into laughter.

"If this helmet is so effective, is it really necessary to go to school?"

"Let's give him a week off first, and let him spend another seven days playing games. If his grades still improve, we can just let him take the long vacation—so we don't have to take him to and from school every day, which is exhausting."

……

Ma Hua, 26, works as a mechanic in a factory.

His skills weren't good enough, so his colleagues secretly called him "a slacker."

Of the dozen or so mechanics in the factory, not one was willing to mentor or teach him.

He gritted his teeth and bought a consciousness helmet with his own money.

After getting off work and returning to my rented apartment, I registered, topped up my account, and headed straight to the "Machine Repair Training" module.

They picked out the old-fashioned hydraulic punch press in the workshop and disassembled it into a pile of parts without saying a word.

When I started assembling it, I found that I had more than a dozen extra screws and washers.

"Anyway, they won't pay for the damage if we break it, let's start over!"

After disassembling and reassembling the machine three or four times, I memorized its structure, principles, and common malfunctions.

He then replaced the machine with another CNC lathe and repeatedly disassembled, assembled, adjusted, and tested it.

In less than a week, he could draw the transmission routes of all the factory's main equipment with his eyes closed.

"What's so special about fixing a car? I can just jump into the game and fix a Boeing 747 after get off work."

Later, whenever a piece of equipment broke down, he would go over, take a quick look, and fix it in no time.

"Master Ma, that's amazing! You finished so quickly?"

"Last time Master Liu repaired this machine, it took him more than half an hour."

"Master Ma, you've really never done this before?"

"I think he's probably faking it—why? Xiaoqin came to the workshop looking for him just a couple of days ago."

……

"Brother Wang, have you ever done the zombie dungeon?"

"Don't even mention it! The first time I went in, I didn't even kill a single zombie. I was tackled to the ground. I was so scared I was shaking all over—if I hadn't known it was a game, I would have thought I was dead."

"The pain of that bite still makes my arm go numb when I think about it."

"Fei-ge, shall we team up and clear out the zombies?"

"Alright! Let's go in together."

"The game 'World of Communications' is too brutal. Yesterday I went to a live-fire shooting range with a friend. It was the first time in my life I had ever handled a real gun, and I only managed to score 65 out of 10 shots."

"Are you using a pistol or an assault rifle?"

"Pistol, 50-meter stationary target. The trigger feel, recoil feedback, and aiming method in the game are exactly the same as the real thing."

"If I fight zombies for a few more weeks, I'm definitely going to get the Gun God title."

"A sharpshooter? I'm an ace pilot now."

"What trump card?"

"Shot down five enemy aircraft, automatic authentication."

"I didn't train with fighter jets, I specialized in civilian airliners—but well, I've already 'scrambled' over three hundred of them..."

Some formed teams to hunt down zombies, while others fought side-by-side against the invading Japanese army.

The virtual world was in an uproar. Apart from eating, sleeping, going to the toilet, and going to work, people spent almost all their waking hours playing games.

The virtual games launched by WanJie Communication Company are incredibly popular.

Surgeons practice suturing and removing tumors inside; middle school students solve equations and memorize classical Chinese texts inside…

The consciousness helmet, priced at 10,000 Chinese yuan, sold out immediately upon its release and remains extremely difficult to obtain.

"I finally managed to snag one!" Mas exclaimed excitedly, his fingers trembling as he tore open the box.

I followed the instructions step by step and promptly registered an account.

The screen then displayed the message: "Currently not in the service area."

"F***!" He stared at the words, roared, and slammed his fist on the table.

A steady stream of overseas buyers excitedly returned home with helmets in hand, only to be stuck at the registration stage, resulting in a chorus of complaints.

Who is the actual controller of Wanjie Communications? Apart from Wang Zhennan and a very few others, no one knows.

Wanjie Communications only has one official website, which only features one software application and has no other information or links.

Some foreign nationals in China and abroad are still unable to log in and use the consciousness helmet even after purchasing it.

"No signal? How is that possible! I'm in Huaxia, and I can't even connect to the local network?"

"Could it be that this virtual game only recognizes people of Chinese descent and those with Chinese citizenship?"

"Boycott! We must resolutely boycott WanJie Communications!"

"For use by Chinese people and people from Huaxia, completely free..."

"This is so unfair! It's outrageous!"

This company has never been registered in any country, and you can't even find its address to file a complaint.

The internet was in an uproar, but Lin Quan didn't even flinch.

The game has too much potential, and the benefits must not be leaked—he didn't want to help his opponents grow stronger.

"Hey buddy, can I borrow your consciousness helmet to try it out? I'll pay you, 1,000 Huaxia coins per hour."

"Michael, are you really willing to admit defeat?"

"Deposit 5,000 first, then you'll get 5 hours of service."

Michael put on Wu Wei's helmet, full of anticipation, but his spirits immediately waned.

Using Wu Wei's device and Wu Wei's account, I was still stuck on the login screen and couldn't move at all.

Even helmets bought at high prices from Chinese people couldn't get in.

Rent it? It's still a waste of time.

As a newbie in the Immortal Realm, Xiaobai's divine sense covers an extremely wide area. It knows exactly who has touched a mobile phone, who has touched a computer, and who has worn a consciousness helmet.

One by one, those "foreign-worshipping dogs" who were eating what was in their bowls while eyeing what was outside were all silently added to its permanent ban list.

At this moment, Lin Quan was bare-handed, sifting through the surface of the sun to find materials for refining weapons.

The Sun Palace had long been his possession, and all the rare and precious ores that could be used to forge spiritual weapons and immortal artifacts were now piled up in his private warehouse.

He concealed himself, and in a flash landed on the far side of the moon, disappearing into the Guanghan Palace deep underground.

The Minghong Blade flashed with a cold light, the laurel tree collapsed with a crash, and he retrieved the Golden Eye of Truth.

"This stone statue of the Moon Goddess is exactly the same as the one in the Journey to the West world."

The entire Guanghan Palace, along with its earth vein foundation, was taken into the Earth that the treasure basin had transformed into.

Previously, in order to create this miniature solar system, he had exhausted a great deal of primordial power to solidify the phantom into a physical object.

"It's time to start forging the Rising Sun."

He teleported back to Earth and landed on a barren Gobi desert in the northwest.

They set up several layers of isolation arrays and brought out a small mountain of refining materials.

The Chaos True Fire rose, and divine sense, like a comb, filtered out impurities again and again; melting and shaping were completed in one go, forging the prototype of the Rising Sun.

Runes were engraved, arrays were nested, and a wisp of primordial spiritual energy was drawn into the core—the entire spaceship suddenly erupted with a pressure that shook the starry sky.