Super Rich: Starting the game by going back ten years to buy Bitcoin

A burst of golden light erupted.

The data stream poured into the cranial cavity, of moderate magnitude, but each set of information was abnormally precise.

Turbine blade parameters. Magnetic confinement loop. Pulse frequency curve. Combustion chamber thermodynamic model.

Li Yichen braced himself on the mattress with both hands, his back slightly arched. This time, there was no pain like being run over by a truck; it felt more like a torrential downpour washing over his brain.

Eighteen minutes.

The last line of parameters is now in place.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Micro Pulse Engine Technology (Full Version)]

Li Yichen opened his eyes, and a wide grin spread across his face.

This engine is only one-third the size of a traditional turbofan engine, yet its thrust can increase the fighter jet's top speed from Mach 2.5 to over Mach 5.

Mach 5.

How long does it take for a ground-based air defense system to go from radar lock-on to ejection from the tube? Eight seconds? Twelve seconds?

Something traveling at Mach 5 swept overhead, saving you the trouble of even looking up.

His mind raced—with this engine, the most advanced stealth fighter currently in service in Great Xia would be unmatched in the global airspace. Those American F-35s and F-22s? Moving targets.

Ling'er jumped out of the watch face, her two ponytails sticking up so high they almost touched the ceiling.

"Dude! Are you planning to wipe out the entire world's air forces in one fell swoop?"

"It's not about wiping them all out at once," Li Yichen rubbed his fingers together. "It's about making them retire en masse."

He didn't give himself a chance to catch his breath.

The nineteenth one.

This data stream is more lightweight. It's like a tailor's blueprint—the way materials, processes, structural layers, and neural buffer networks are woven together.

Seven minutes. Digestion complete.

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired: Super Pressure-Resistant Flight Suit Technology (Full Version)]

After reviewing the technical parameters in his mind, Li Yichen gave a "I knew it" look.

It features a liquid-filled layer and a neural buffer network. For an average person wearing this, the overload pressure at Mach 5 is similar to riding a bus.

No genetic optimization is required. No special physical condition is required.

You can just grab any pilot, put on this suit, and they can fly a Mach 5 fighter jet.

The pulse engine is paired with a pressure suit. One controls the speed, the other controls the person. The system is teaching him step-by-step how to arm a supersonic air force.

"System," he muttered to himself. "Do you want me to be an entrepreneur or an arms dealer?"

Ling'er chimed in, "Brother, with your current inventory—both of them. And the largest in the world."

Li Yichen ignored her.

My gaze fell on the last icon in the inventory.

The twentieth.

Its light was completely different from the previous nineteen. It was excessively bright. Abnormally bright. The quality of that light was like combining the brilliance of all the previous gift packs and multiplying it by three.

His intuition was screaming.

"This is the last one."

Interlocking their fingers, their knuckles cracked.

Use your mind to poke it down.

It is not a data stream.

It was a tsunami.

Nuclear physics equations came crashing in from all directions. Plasma confinement models filled every neural pathway. Superconducting magnetic ring topology, cold fusion triggering conditions, energy conversion efficiency limit formulas—the sheer volume of each set of information was more terrifying than all the previous packages combined.

Li Yichen curled up like a shrimp.

His hands were gripping the sheets so tightly that thin layers of skin pierced through his knuckles. His jaw was clenched so hard that his cheekbones twitched.

Sweat poured from his forehead, dripping onto the pillow and seeping in little by little.

The back of my T-shirt was soaked through. It was stuck to my spine.

Ling'er paced anxiously in circles on the watch face, her small hands gripping her skirt, her lips pressed into a thin line. But she dared not utter a sound.

Twenty minutes passed.

Forty minutes.

One hour.

One hour and seventeen minutes.

The moment the last set of data was returned to its place—all the pain receded like the receding tide, rushing away.

Li Yichen suddenly opened his eyes.

The pupils shrank to their limit.

He gasped for breath for almost half a minute, each breath accompanied by a hissing sound deep in his throat.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Cold Nucleus Fusion Reactor Technology (Full Version)]

He jumped out of bed.

He slammed his feet on the floor, making the teacups that Zhou Dahai had just set out downstairs shake.

Cold nuclear fusion.

Arc reactor.

The system store lists a price of five technology points.

He got it for free from the gift pack.

Li Yichen paced around the bedroom three times. He walked from the window to the door, then back again. He clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly.

He knew all too well what this thing meant.

The Celestial Armor's energy shield can only be activated twice? Switch to a cold fusion reactor—activate it anytime. Ten times. Twenty times. Activate it until the enemy runs out of ammo.

The Titan Heavy Armor's thrusters aren't enough for its range? Just plug it in with cold fusion, and it'll fly until you don't want to fly anymore.

Does a lunar mining base need electricity? One reactor could power the entire base for a hundred years.

energy.

From today onwards, those two words have been crossed out of his dictionary.

Ling'er finally couldn't hold back anymore.

The little girl sprang out of the watch face, hovering in mid-air, her pixelated eyes sparkling. Her tiny hands were clenched in front of her chest, and her voice trembled.

"Brother... what are you holding in your hand right now..."

She took a deep breath of virtual air.

"Enough for human civilization to skip a hundred years."

Li Yichen stood by the window.

The skyline of Lujiazui across the Huangpu River was brightly lit in the night. The lights of the skyscrapers were reflected on the river, shattering into golden scales.

Vibranium. Super fuel. Heavy armor. Pulse engine. Pressure suit. Cold fusion reactor.

In addition to the previous energy shield, space-based weapons, celestial armor, and Terminator.

He was alone.

It has more military technology reserves than any other country in the world.

He turned around and sat back down on the edge of the bed. His mind had already begun to prioritize tasks automatically.

The first step – miniaturizing the cold fusion reactor and fitting it into armor and Titans.

The second step – the production of super fuel – will increase the carrying capacity of the Lingxiao rocket fivefold.

The third step is to build a batch of Terminators and send them to the moon to establish a mining base.

Step 4 – Bring back rare earth elements from the moon to synthesize vibranium.

Step 5 – Vibranium is used to forge the Titan and an upgraded version of the Celestial Armor.

Each step is interconnected. Missing any one link will prevent the process from proceeding. And now, he possesses the technology for all of these steps.

Ling'er floated on his shoulder, her voice much softer.

"Brother, how are you feeling right now?"

Li Yichen thought about it.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"It's alright."

He turned off the system panel, leaned back, and sprawled on the bed. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed, and the white light from the ceiling light shone on his face.

"It just suddenly occurred to me—"

He paused for a moment.

"Blue Star seems a bit small."

Ling'er floated above his head, tilting her head to look down. Her two ponytails hung down, swaying at the tip of his nose.

"So when do we set off?"

Li Yichen kept his eyes closed, but the smile on his lips remained.

Outside the window, the wind from the Huangpu River crashed against the glass, making a muffled sound.

He did not answer.

But deep in his mind, a three-dimensional blueprint of a lunar mining base is being pieced together, one piece at a time.