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

Li Yichen abandoned his promise to be the sole swordsman, pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and walked downstairs.

Downstairs in the restaurant, Zhou Dahai had just brought a pot of milky-white lotus root and pork rib soup to the table. Li Yichen pulled out a chair and sat down. Miao Miao was gnawing on a large chicken leg, her mouth greasy, her big eyes darting around his face.

"Brother, were you opening blind boxes upstairs just now? Did you get a bunch of useless metal lumps again?" The little girl tossed the cleaned chicken bones onto her plate, pouting. "Not even a glowing magic wand! What a waste!"

Li Yichen picked up his chopsticks, placed a piece of sweet and sour pork rib into her bowl, and chuckled, "Little girl, you don't understand. These lumps of iron that I own will one day be able to smash down the stars from the sky and let you play with them as marbles."

Miao Miao chewed on a rib and mumbled indistinctly, "The stars are so big, and the marbles are so small. You're lying to a child."

Li Niannian, who was serving soup nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing, quickly covering her mouth with the back of her hand. The lively atmosphere at the dinner table significantly dispelled the oppressive feeling of the five-year countdown that had been building upstairs. Li Yichen took a couple of sips of hot soup, and his tense nerves slowly relaxed.

After finishing his meal, Li Yichen returned to his room and locked the door.

The holographic star map was once again spread out in the center of the room. Ling'er pulled and tugged in mid-air, dragging a three-dimensional model of the moon in front of Li Yichen, with a large area densely marked in red on it.

Li Yichen asked Ling'er to calculate whether the mineral reserves on the moon were enough to build a star-destroying cannon.

"Brother, this might not be enough." The little girl pointed at the red areas, her finger poking at the model until it wobbled. "You need to dig a 50-kilometer-long underground fortress on the far side of the moon, and you also need to build that planet-destroying cannon. The moon's reserves of special metals are so small, even if you skinned and gutted them, it wouldn't be enough for even half the barrel of the planet-destroying cannon. Not to mention we also need to build tens of thousands of orbital base stations; the material shortage is a bottomless pit."

Li Yichen didn't refute. He pinched two fingers together on the star map, rapidly enlarging the scale of the solar system. His gaze passed over Earth, past Mars, and stopped directly on the main asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.

He reached out and pointed, locking onto an irregularly shaped, grayish-brown star.

"We've exhausted Earth and the Moon, so let's fleece the universe." He pointed to the point of light. "Look at this. 16 Psyche, the planet of Psyche."

A flash of blue light crossed Ling'er's eyes as she quickly retrieved publicly available data from the astronomical database.

The next second, her virtual face froze, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

"Brother!" Her voice rose eight octaves, her small hands frantically grabbing at her hair in mid-air, "This...this asteroid is 95% iron and nickel! It also contains massive amounts of cobalt, platinum, iridium, and other platinum group metals! The proven reserves...are billions of trillions of tons?"

The little girl was so excited that she did a somersault in mid-air: "This isn't an asteroid, it's a pure gold nugget floating in space!"

Li Yichen stared at the celestial body, his eyes gradually burning with fervor. "It's about 3.7 million kilometers away from Earth on average, right?" He made the final decision. "That's it. If we can empty this asteroid, we can build not just one planet-destroying cannon, but ten!"

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Li Yichen sat at his desk, his brain-enhancing synapses operating at full speed. He was going to build a ship. A heavy-duty transport ship specifically designed for hauling ore.

Conventional chemical-fueled rockets have too low a thrust-to-weight ratio. While plasma thrusters have a higher specific impulse, their thrust is too small to pull tens of thousands of tons of ore.

"We need to do something wild." Li Yichen swiped his finger across the virtual panel, disassembling a model of a cold fusion reactor and extracting its core components.

He drew a giant magnetically confined combustion chamber at the tail of the spacecraft.

"Nuclear pulse propulsion," he explained to Ling'er as he drew. "We throw fusion fuel pellets into the combustion chamber at the rear and ignite them with a high-energy laser. Ten miniature nuclear explosions are detonated per second. The high-temperature plasma generated by the nuclear explosions is directed and ejected by a magnetic field, producing thrust."

Ling'er stared at the insane blueprint, her face pale. "Brother, the impact of consecutive nuclear explosions will tear the spaceship apart!"

"So the thrust plate is key." Li Yichen pulled up the data on the superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy, and tapped the tail armor twice with his finger. "Increase the thickness of the tail thrust plate to thirty meters, cast in one piece. In the middle, there is a non-Newtonian fluid buffer layer, plus a giant electromagnetic damper. This will convert the hard impact of the nuclear explosion into a continuous forward thrust."

Having solved the power problem, he began to drastically reduce the size of the cargo hold.

"Cockpit? Cut it out. Fully equipped with artificial intelligence, autonomous driving."

"Oxygen circulation system? Cut it. No need for any living people to go up there."

"Gravity simulation chamber? Cut it. The ore isn't affected by weightlessness."

After a series of operations, the entire spaceship, apart from the pulse engine at the tail, the fuel tank in the middle, and the navigation module at the head, consisted entirely of huge square containers. There was no streamlined design whatsoever; it was completely boxy and extremely crude.

Four hours later, a monster 500 meters long and shaped like a rectangular metal box took shape in the holographic projection.

"This outer shell..." Ling'er looked at the completed 3D model and couldn't help but complain, "Brother, your spaceship doesn't even have a curve. It looks like a cargo container floating in space."

"There's no air resistance in space, so who cares about a streamlined design?" Li Yichen spun the model around, quite satisfied. "As long as it can carry cargo, that's enough. This thing can haul back 100,000 tons of ore at a time. It doesn't need to look good; it's just an interstellar dump truck designed for hauling cargo. Code name: Xuanwu."

Ling'er ran through the simulation data, and blue code swirled wildly around her.

"Brother, based on this propulsion ratio, the Xuanwu spacecraft can break Mach 500 in the vacuum of space!" She swallowed hard, pointing to the planned route on the star map. "With straight-line acceleration and no need to decelerate or change orbit, it will only take twenty days to reach Lingshen Star!"

Li Yichen nodded, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Ji Yanran first.

The shipyard in Pudong has forcibly breached all its existing civilian vessel orders, clearing out its dock. I need to move a batch of equipment there within three days.

Ji Yanran replied almost instantly: 【Are you crazy? Those breach of contract penalties add up to billions!】

Li Yichen typed with one hand: 【Just do as instructed.】

After sending this message, regardless of how much Ji Yanran fumed, he directly packaged the complete set of blueprints for the Xuanwu and sent them to Liu Ruyan through an encrypted channel.

Postscript: [This ship is being built at the shipyard that Ji Yanran just bought. I want to see it take to the skies within three months.]

The message was sent successfully. Li Yichen leaned back, crossed his legs and propped them up on the edge of the desk, his hands behind his head.