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Lu Ze blinked.

The scene before him did not transform into the familiar campus corridor or his own living room.

What comes into view is a magnificent building that is entirely milky white, with a stepped structure rising in layers and an exterior wall made of silver alloy.

A memorial tower in the center pierces the sky, its surface engraved with dense atomic patterns, gleaming softly in the pale golden light of an unknown star.

The square is decorated with sculptures of various scientific research instruments. Several groups of tourists dressed in different styles are slowly walking towards the main entrance, and occasionally someone raises a camera to take pictures of the building.

"Where have I come from? Is this still in China?" Lu Ze stood in the center of the square, completely bewildered.

Shouldn't he have returned to Earth after the time travel ended?

But looking around, he saw floating buildings, flying machines he couldn't name, and pedestrians dressed in exotic clothing.

Everyone was telling him that this place could never be Earth.

He had never experienced a second time travel before. Being transported from one world to another completely broke the usual rules of time travel.

Just as Lu Ze stood there full of doubt, a gentle-looking, refined middle-aged man walked up to him.

He was dressed in a well-tailored dark suit with an atom-patterned badge on his chest, and with a slight smile, he politely began to speak.

"Hello, Mr. Lu Ze, it's an honor to meet you."

"Hello there."

Lu Ze politely extended his hand and shook hands with the other person.

This stranger not only recognized him, but had clearly been waiting for him to appear.

"Since you know me, can you explain to me what's going on?"

He pointed to the huge plaque on the building above him—Laras Universe Museum—the words shining brightly on the tower.

"Of course, it would be my pleasure to serve you. Please follow me." The middle-aged man turned slightly to the side, gesturing for him to enter, his manner polite.

Lu Ze followed him into the museum via a transparent sky elevator.

As the elevator ascends smoothly, he can overlook the entire museum plaza, where tourists scurry like ants among the sculptures of retro scientific research equipment.

Upon entering the museum, a soothing melody filled the air, causing Lu Ze to unconsciously slow his pace.

The interior of the building is even more spectacular than its exterior, with a dome tens of meters high, walls inlaid with holographic projections of scientific manuscripts and experimental data, and display cases on both sides of the corridor showcasing various old instruments and yellowed notebooks.

"I haven't asked you your name yet," Lu Ze said as he followed the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Lu Ze, you're too kind. Just call me Anthony."

Anthony's tone was gentle and polite, completely devoid of professional formalities, and more like heartfelt respect.

As Lu Ze followed Anthony through the exhibition hall, he involuntarily stopped when they passed an ordinary little display case.

The glass of the display case was spotless, and inside was a neatly folded white towel.

Lu Ze stared at the towel for several seconds, feeling that it looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

Seeing Lu Ze stop, Anthony turned back and walked to his side, following his gaze to the display case, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

"This is the towel that the great prophet Luze, that is, you, sir, once used."

Lu Ze opened his mouth.

What is that?

prophet?

I?

A towel?

He looked down again at the towel that was solemnly placed in the bulletproof glass cabinet, and finally recognized it.

Isn't this the towel I used yesterday?

How did it end up on display in a museum so quickly?

Is the towel he used really that valuable?

How could he not know that himself?