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As I looked up and saw the U8 parked in the Tomson Riviera garage, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Li Yichen, exhausted, pushed open the villa door. Before he could even change his shoes properly, the aroma of scallion oil wafted from the kitchen.

Zhou Dahai was already busy at the stove, wearing an apron, and poked his head out when he heard the noise.

"Mr. Li is back? I just made a bowl of plain noodles, shall I bring it to you?"

"Uncle Zhou, you are truly my savior."

Li Yichen squatted by the bar counter, slurping up the noodles and broth in one go. Zhou Dahai stood beside him, a dishcloth draped over his shoulder, muttering to himself.

"Young people shouldn't stay up late all the time. Look at your dark circles, you look like you've been punched twice."

"Okay, I'll be more careful next time."

Li Yichen pushed the empty bowl aside, gave Zhou Dahai a thumbs-up, and dragged himself upstairs.

The bedroom door closes, the person collapses onto the bed, and falls asleep in three seconds.

-

2:17 PM.

His bladder woke him up.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, cutting a bright line across the floor. Li Yichen lay there for two minutes, his mind slowly beginning to work.

Four golden rays of light floated quietly deep within my consciousness.

I haven't touched the four gift packs left over after opening the space carrier blueprints last time.

He sat up and stretched his neck.

It's open now.

The bedroom door was locked from the inside, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

"The first one."

A burst of golden light erupted. A torrent of information flooded the cranial cavity—

But this time, it didn't hurt much.

My temples felt slightly swollen, like the mild dizziness after drinking a cup of espresso, nothing like the feeling of steel nails piercing through me before.

Ten minutes. The last set of data is now in place.

Li Yichen rubbed his temples and a smile appeared on his lips.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the complete design blueprints and manufacturing process for the Xuan Niao-01 stealth carrier-based fighter jet.]

Twin-engine, tailless, with full-band stealth coating, and a maximum speed of Mach 8. It can be equipped with electromagnetic railguns, laser weapons, and energy shields.

Aircraft supporting the space carrier.

He rubbed his temples. Before, opening the gift packs was like torture, but this time it was as easy as reading an instruction manual. After multiple high-intensity information infusions, the capacity of the neural synapses had clearly undergone some kind of adaptive change.

I didn't hesitate any longer.

"The second one."

Another ten minutes passed.

This time, what was unearthed was neither a weapon nor a vehicle.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the complete synthesis formula and manufacturing process for superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy]

As Li Yichen closed his eyes to process the data, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Then he loosened his grip, a look of excitement flashing in his eyes; he already knew just how perverted this thing was.

Hardness—47 times that of the strongest known alloy on Earth.

Its heat resistance limit exceeds 12,000 degrees Celsius.

Radiation protection, maxed out.

Most importantly, the raw materials don't need to be mined on the moon. Tungsten ore, rare earth elements, lithium salts, and a whole host of other necessary materials are all available on Earth; it's just that the smelting process is extremely unique.

The watch lit up. Ling'er popped out from the watch face, her little face filled with disbelief.

"Bro, what did you just say this time? Your brainwaves spiked twice—"

"Superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy".

Li Yichen pushed the core parameters to her through the brain-computer interface.

After Ling'er finished receiving the message, the entire chibi-style figure froze for two seconds.

"Brother...do you know what this means?"

"This means that if you use this alloy to build the hull of an aerospace carrier, and then add an energy shield, a nuclear bomb would be like a tickle."

Li Yichen leaned against the headboard, tapping his knee with his fingers.

He originally planned to purchase conventional armor steel from the military to make the hull of the mothership.

No need for that now. Just go straight for the top-of-the-line model and get it all done in one go.

"What about the batch of materials that I asked Liu Guoliang to hoard?" Ling'er asked, tilting her head.

"Keep it; the internal frame and auxiliary structures are sufficient. Replace the outer shell and core load-bearing components entirely with superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy."

Ling'er clapped her hands a few times, her eyes sparkling.

Li Yichen didn't give her much time to be excited.

"The third one."

The golden light merged again. Digestion was completed twelve minutes later.

This time he was stunned.

It didn't move for a full five seconds.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the complete technology and manufacturing process for the nanomedical capsule]

A two-meter-long, fully enclosed capsule. Once the patient lies inside, billions of programmable nanorobots are released from the capsule and circulate throughout the body via the bloodstream—precisely repairing damaged cells, removing cancerous tissue, rebuilding severed nerves, and regenerating bones and organs layer by layer.

In theory, apart from brain death, any damage to the human body can be fully repaired within 24 hours.

Cancer, ALS, spinal cord injury, organ failure.

None of them are terminal illnesses anymore.

"elder brother……"

When Li Yichen transmitted this technology to Ling'er, Ling'er's voice trembled slightly.

"If this thing were to be mass-produced, it would completely revolutionize the global healthcare industry. No—not just the healthcare industry—human life expectancy would double."

Li Yichen remained silent.

The image of those bald-headed children peering out from the bed railings in the hematology ward of the children's hospital flashed through my mind. It also flashed through my mind of the hundreds of thousands of terminally ill patients waiting for kidney and heart transplants.

If this thing were mass-produced—

Those diseases don't require medication or organ transplants.

He suppressed his surging emotions.

"Save it for now."

Ling'er looked up at him.

"The manufacturing process for this thing is too complicated, and the conditions for mass production are not yet mature. Let's wait until the mothership issue is resolved before discussing it further."

Ling'er nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

the last one.

Li Yichen clicked on it—

There was no influx of knowledge.

Instead, a huge icon appeared out of nowhere in the system space.

Click to view details. A line of blue text appears.

[Congratulations, host, you have received a physical reward: Magnetic Confinement Plasma Nanocasting Station ×1 (already stored in system space)]

It occupies 2,000 square meters and weighs 12,000 tons.

It integrates metal purification, atomic pyrolysis, nanoparticle generation, microgravity superalloy recombination, and 10,000-ton forging into a single process. It also features waste recycling, gradient layer forging, and space-adaptive production capabilities.

High-strength special nano-metal components specifically designed for mass production of aerospace carriers and mechs.

Li Yichen sprang up from the bed, his slippers almost flying off.

He searched for this device in the system's online store—

Available for purchase. Price: 20 Tech Points.

Get it for free.

"Brother!" Ling'er spun around inside the watch, the chibi-style figure spinning almost like a top. "With this forging stand, superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy can be mass-produced directly! The core components of the space carrier will all be forged using it! Vibranium can also be mass-produced! This is a divine artifact!"

Li Yichen took a deep breath and suppressed the surge of adrenaline.

Three seconds later, my mind went cold.

Twelve thousand tons. Occupying 2,000 square meters.

This thing is released from the system space—the villa will be instantly flattened into a pancake.

"We need to find a place to put it," he muttered to himself. "It can't be too far from the space base, as we'll be transporting components frequently later."

Ling'er understood immediately.

"You want me to search for suitable sites around the space center?"

"Search. Requirements: Large factory building with an area of ​​more than 10,000 square meters, within 5 kilometers of the base, preferably already closed."

Ling'er made a swipe with her little hand, and a stream of data rolled through her eyes.

"Found it. Two kilometers northwest of the base, there's a scrap metal recycling station that went out of business last year. It covers 13,000 square meters and consists of two steel-structured factory buildings. The equipment has been removed, and the property rights are clear and there are no mortgages."

Li Yichen glanced at the satellite imagery.

The location is perfect.

"Let's go take a look tomorrow."

He shut down the system interface, flopped onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling. Four things were racing through his mind at the same time—the production schedule of the Xuan Bird fighter jet, the smelting and trial production of superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy, the pre-research and reserves of the nanomedical warehouse, and the site selection and installation of the forging and casting platform.

Ling'er floated on the headboard, tilting her head to look at him.

"Brother, the technology you have in your head right now is enough to overturn human civilization three or four times over."

"So we have to take it one step at a time." Li Yichen closed his eyes. "First, build the mothership. The rest—we'll slowly change the world."

Ling'er didn't reply, quietly retreating back into her watch.

-

dinner.

Zhou Dahai prepared four dishes and a soup: braised pork ribs with stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a pot of corn and pork rib soup.

Miao lay on the dining table, poking at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, her mouth never stopping.

"Brother! School starts next week! The teacher said we have to choose extracurricular classes this semester! I want to learn to draw!"

"Okay, I'll report it to you."

"Really?! Then I want to learn piano too!"

"Let's do it one at a time, start by drawing."

Miao Miao pouted, but quickly cheered up again, ate a couple of bites of rice, and continued talking about school.

Li Niannian sat beside Miaomiao, quietly wiping the rice grains from the corners of her mouth. Her movements were gentle, her eyes and brows soft.

Li Yichen picked up some food and drank some soup, occasionally responding to Miao Miao's words.

There was no difference from usual.

But only he knows that what he was crammed into his head this afternoon is worth trillions.

The phone screen lit up briefly. It was a WeChat message from Ji Yanran.

"I'm working overtime today dealing with subsidiary matters, so I won't be home for dinner. You guys eat first."

He replied with an "okay" and put down his phone.

Miaomiao leaned closer: "Is Sister Yanran not coming home for dinner again today?"

"She's busy."

"Sister Yanran is busy every day." Miao Miao sighed, her tone mature like a little adult.

Li Nian suppressed a laugh and placed a piece of pork rib in her bowl. "Eat yours."

After the meal, Miao Miao was taken to take a bath by Li Niannian.

The living room fell silent. Li Yichen sat alone on the sofa, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.

Starting tomorrow, I need to turn some of these thoughts in my head into reality.