Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

When he was too lazy to answer, he would have Xinghai handle it for him. That intelligent system was designed to handle massive concurrency; dealing with hundreds of billions of people was merely a basic workload.

I ate dinner on the second floor, and then left the company alone. I walked slowly along the streetlights, my steps unhurried.

"It's been almost four months since I last stepped out of the Mingyang Building."

He ate, drank, and lived in the building. After his parents, Lin Jiancheng and Hu Xin, broke through to the Golden Core stage, they secluded themselves all day long, and he often brought their meals to their meditation room.

"Now, there are more people live streaming on the streets than streetlights."

After looking around for two hours, he returned to the top floor.

Three months later, the alchemy furnace opened and closed dozens of times, and his cultivation level naturally reached the peak of the Earthly Saint realm.

After that, alchemy and cultivation continued as before, but his realm remained unchanged, as if frozen in time.

"Could it be that this place in the world truly only allows me to go this far?"

He quickly composed himself, changed into ordinary clothes, and went downstairs to blend into the crowd.

Having rarely left his home, he wasn't known by many people. Now, walking through the bustling city, wearing a shirt, carrying a cloth bag, waiting at a red light, and looking in shop windows, no one gave him a second glance.

Sometimes I drive to the nearshore waters to fish, sometimes I dive into the deep sea to watch whales swim, and sometimes I leap out of the atmosphere and sit idly between two satellites for a while.

In my spare time, I also send out resumes. I've worked as a middle school physics teacher, filled in for emergency surgery shifts, worked as a community police officer, and even wrote code for a military region's exercise system for three days.

As the elixirs were produced in batches, Lin Jiancheng first attained the Immortal Fruit, then broke through the Divine Barrier, and finally ascended to the Sainthood; Hu Xin followed closely behind, advancing step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Quan's figure suddenly faded away, as if he had never existed.

A century in illusion, a fleeting moment in reality.

"He has gained profound insights into the laws of Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, wind and thunder, time and space, and so on, reaching the peak of the Earthly Saint level."

He raised his hand and set up a time barrier, using the principles he had already comprehended as a basis to deduce new laws.

Within the barrier, countless years of light flowed by silently.

"All three thousand laws are perfected, but the rule is still stuck at the peak of the human-level saint."

He did not withdraw from the boundary.

It took tens of thousands of years to push the path of refining the spirit to the limit of the Earth-level Saint.

"The treasure basin is almost empty; physical tempering must be postponed for now."

Tens of thousands of years inside the barrier are only thirty-odd seconds outside.

Lin Quan finished his practice, took three deep breaths, and headed towards the kitchen.

Every day, he accompanies his father to practice boxing, cooks soup for his mother, helps his daughter with her homework, and helps his mother-in-law pick out vegetables... He takes on the roles of grandson, son, husband, and father without ever getting them mixed up.

He frequently traveled between Hunyuan Mountain Villa and Paradise Island, repeatedly studying the Yin-Yang Scripture on the two mountain peaks.

In my spare time, I dismantle old methods, combine them with new ideas, and create my own mnemonic devices. Once I have thoroughly understood the principles, my attack methods will naturally be different from those of the past.

With the help of the barrier, the Yin-Yang True Scripture, the Chaos Devouring Technique, the Golden Eye of Illusion... were all upgraded, reaching the Earth-level Saint level.

"It's time to test your mental strength. The more realistic the illusion, the more effective the mental training."

After reading through several old movies, novels, and variety shows, he decided on his direction: Infinite Terror.

"Bringing celebrities, bosses, classmates, people from the past... into the game is quite interesting."

"No restrictions on the background: ghost movies, war, martial arts, science fiction, spy dramas, we'll take turns."

"Random entry, two lives per person. If you die, you join the Demon Team, and you are responsible for your own fate."

After meditating for more than ten minutes, he activated the treasure basin and began the formation.

……

A green train rattled along. The six people opened their eyes one after another.

"Where am I? I was just tightening screws on the assembly line..."

Twenty-six-year-old Lin Quan sat up straight, his eyes slightly glazed over as he scanned the carriage.

"Ma Huyou? Du Fenze? Song Shuer? That young man... he looks exactly like Li Xiaolong! Oh, Li Xiaochuan is here too?"

His gaze swept over the other five people, his brows furrowing slightly.

At the same moment, Ma Feng, Li Xiaolong, Li Xiaochuan, Song Shuer, and Du Fenze each sat up, exchanged glances, and had different expressions.

"Can anyone explain what this place is?" Ma Feng asked, his voice low but loud enough to drown out the noise in the carriage.

"Mr. Ma?" Li Xiaolong asked tentatively.

"Hmm." Ma Feng nodded, his expression calm.

"Before I came here, a line of words flashed before my eyes... Do you want to understand the weight of life? Do you want to truly... live it?" Li Xiaolong said.

Li Xiaochuan glanced at the next carriage and suddenly paused, "I know where I am."

"Are you clear about this?" Ma Feng asked.

"The world of 'Infinite Terror.' Only this time, it's not Zheng Zha and his group that's coming in; it's us." His gaze swept over the motionless foreigners in another carriage.

The foreigners in that carriage remained motionless, as if the pause button had been pressed.

"Lin, have you even looked through this book?" Li Xiaochuan's voice held an barely suppressed gleam.

"I flipped through a bit, but I don't remember clearly," Lin Quan answered readily.

"Are you familiar with each other?" Ma Huyou interjected.

"We graduated from the same university." Li Xiaochuan replied, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards Song Shuer.

Song Shuer is a professional car model who trains regularly. She has a delicate face and well-defined shoulder, waist and leg lines.

Ma Huyou's temples were already showing gray, and he glanced at her a few more times.

"Ten minutes until the end of the story... Newcomer gift packs will be distributed." A mechanical voice rang out in my mind.

The gift pack contains only two items: foreign language proficiency and 100 points.

Proficient in foreign languages... human languages, understood by hearing and spoken accurately.

Lin Quan's mind stirred, and a semi-transparent panel appeared before his eyes:

Body: 80

Soul: 95

Energy: 50

Attack method: 0

Skills: Fluent in foreign languages

Props: 0

Points: 100

谷眵

"If your score drops below zero, you're eliminated; if you complete a main quest, you gain 1,000 points; if you fail, you lose 1,000 points; if you complete a side quest, you'll receive points based on the difficulty."

"There are extra rewards for deviating from the original plot. This place is indeed 'Infinite Terror,' but the protagonist has changed. Returning to reality costs 5,000 points, while escaping the main god costs 50,000 points."

Ma Huyou glanced down at his panel, then looked up and said, "Let's all sign up."

"Li Xiaolong, actor. 'Fist of Fury' will be released next week."

"Are you Li Xiaolong?" Li Xiaochuan blurted out.

"Didn't you... in 1973?" Ma Huyou frowned.

"Me, die? Who told you that?" Li Xiaolong frowned and asked.

"I remember the year you left."

"This year is 1972."

"Brother Long, here's what happened..." Li Xiaochuan immediately leaned closer, speaking faster. In his eyes, with Li Xiaolong around, no matter how fierce the zombies were, they were nothing more than targets for punches and kicks.

"I've dealt with Ma Feng before, so I won't say much more."

"Song Shu-er, a South Korean car model, is addicted to fitness."

"Li Xiaochuan..." He paused, tilting his head slightly towards Lin Quan, "...in the same class." He then stopped looking at Ma Feng, focusing only on Li Xiaolong with fervent eyes. In reality, even the biggest boss is useless here. Money can't buy bullets, much less bribe the rules of the Supreme God.

"Du Fenze, a Hong Kong actor."

"Lin Quan, quality inspector at the machinery factory."

"The plot begins... Annihilation." The mechanical voice cut in again.

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the next carriage was flung open, and several armed foreigners strode in.