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"On our planet, there's a funny version of a get-rich-quick scheme: if you buy 1000 grams of mercury and use tweezers to remove a proton and an electron from each mercury atom, you can get 987.5 grams of gold."

Lu Ze said mysteriously, while gesturing with the barbecue tongs in his hand as if he were picking something up.

"Stop, stop, stop, are you having another episode?" Big Black Tower was truly speechless. This guy would start rambling on and on whenever he got the chance.

He's usually a pretty normal guy, but when he talks about his "journey from which he came," it's like some mysterious switch has been flipped, and he switches from "Lu Ze" to "Lu Ze storyteller" mode.

"Don't interrupt, this is very important," Lu Ze said, unusually serious.

The Great Black Tower's eyes narrowed slightly at his expression.

She wanted to see how the rest of the story would relate to this outlandish get-rich-quick scheme.

The grease remaining on the grill dripped onto the charcoal fire, sending up wisps of pale white smoke.

Lu Ze temporarily put down the barbecue tongs in his hand and slowly began to recount the story behind this secret, which involved his journey to another world.

"The reason I'm telling this story is because of a time travel incident. One day, while I was having breakfast, I was suddenly transported to a planet on the edge of the Yavis system."

"The overall technological level of that planet is not much different from that of our Earth. What's more, I happened to be in the living room of a house, and I was caught red-handed by the homeowner, Lars."

Upon hearing this, Daheita keenly noticed a suspicious point and immediately asked a question.

"Didn't you say Lales was a civilization? How come it's now being called a person's name?"

"Don't rush to ask questions. Just listen to the story and you'll understand naturally." Lu Ze waved his hand and continued telling the story.

This planet appears to have a decent industrial base, but its situation is quite dire.

A powerful alien civilization designated this place as a colony, restricting the import of various raw materials for a long time, and treating this planet only as a cheap material processing base.

Over several generations, relentless development and pollution have led to the complete decay of the planet's ecosystem. The atmosphere is now filled with toxic and harmful substances, forcing local residents to wear gas masks at all times when going out.

Lu Ze gradually learned all this information after he settled down.

At this time.

Lales, the homeowner who encountered Luze appearing out of nowhere, showed no fear or wariness. Instead, he warmly welcomed Luze and readily allowed this "alien visitor" who had arrived through "spatial abilities" to stay in his home as a guest.

Having endured a long period of oppression, Laras cherished this rare opportunity to communicate with extraterrestrials.

As they spent more time together, Lu Ze naturally learned about Larus's other identity—he was a researcher on the planet whose lifelong goal was to develop a universal material that could replace all other substances.

This research was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a mission entrusted to him by his mentor, and a long-cherished wish passed down through generations of scholars.

If we can manufacture universal materials, we can break through the resource blockade imposed by advanced civilizations.

This enabled their near-extinct civilization to rise powerfully and secure a place in the universe.

Major breakthroughs in materials science are never as simple as they seem.

When Lars took over this legacy, he was prepared to dedicate his entire life to its study, but the long string of failures continued to erode his confidence.

He often falls into self-doubt: With the research that countless predecessors have poured their hearts and souls into, can he really persevere and successfully pass the baton to his successor?

The bitterness that had been building up in his heart finally came to him after a night of drinking, when he confided in his alien friend, Lu Ze.

After listening to Larrus's troubles, Lu Ze immediately saw the crux of the problem.

Generations of researchers have been stuck on the same track, obsessed with creating universal materials, a path that is inherently difficult to traverse.

He had a flash of inspiration and remembered the widely circulated secret to getting rich on Earth, intending to use it to enlighten the other person.

His idea was simple: since he couldn't create a universal material, he would build a universal transformation tool that could convert matter, thus providing a continuous supply of materials.

Upon hearing this, the Great Black Tower seemed to be deep in thought, and slowly began to express his judgment.

"So, this is where the story of these tweezers begins? In theory, nanoscale tools can indeed strip protons and electrons from inside atoms, thereby changing the type of element."

"However, the drawbacks are also obvious. Relying on this method to convert matter is incredibly inefficient and simply cannot support the rise of a civilization."

Luze did not directly respond to the analysis of the Great Black Tower, but simply gently stirred the campfire and continued telling the story.

Upon hearing this seemingly absurd idea, Lars felt as if he had instantly broken free from the cage that bound his mind.

He immediately sealed up all experimental data and literature related to universal materials, completely abandoned the research direction that had been passed down for hundreds of years, and devoted himself to the new topic of atomic modification tools.

"My story with Lars has come to a temporary end here."

Lu Ze's tone carried a hint of regret.

"Since he started his new research experiment, he has been holed up in the lab all day, and I have hardly had any chance to talk to him anymore. Not long after, my time travel ability went out of control again, and I left that planet."

The story has temporarily come to an end, but the Great Black Tower frowned slightly, clearly not satisfied with such a hasty conclusion.

She calmly analyzed the loopholes: this experience only explained the origin of the tweezers' development, but it did not explain where the finished tweezers in Lu Ze's storage bag came from.

She looked straight at Lu Ze, her purple eyes filled with a hint of coquettishness.

"The story isn't complete. I'm waiting for a 'but,' don't think you can just brush this off."

Clearly, Daheita was completely absorbed in the conversation.

Lu Ze smiled with satisfaction.

This round was a victory for Lu Ze.