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0:00I still remember the day everything
0:01changed. Three years ago, I was
0:02accidentally pulled into another world,
0:04a world built on magic, and the moment I
0:06landed something inside me shifted
0:08because I woke up with the strange power
0:09to sense the exact coordinates of Blue
0:11Star, my home planet. Every native who
0:13heard about it laughed in my face,
0:15telling me my gift was only good for
0:17throwing out the trash, but I didn't
0:18care what they thought because I turned
0:20around and quietly sent every scrap of
0:21magical knowledge I could gather
0:23straight back to my own government.
0:24While the local mages still had to kneel
0:26and chant their spells with trembling
0:27devotion just to cast the simplest
0:29trick, I unleashed something they called
0:31the eternal forbidden magic without a
0:33single word. And one strike was enough
0:35to wipe an entire city off the map of
0:37that other world, all because back home
0:39the scientists hadn't just studied
0:40magic, they had broken it down into a
0:42system and found a way to mass-produce
0:44spell-less mages on an assembly line.
0:46Not long after that, the Taoists back
0:48home discovered that this new mana could
0:49actually power the techniques hidden in
0:51our ancient texts. And that discovery
0:53reignited the old path of cultivation
0:55that Blue Star had almost forgotten. So,
0:57when my homeland finally marched a
0:59million culti- -vators through the gate
1:01into that other world, none of them
1:02realized that all we ever wanted from
1:05the very beginning was just to save
1:06ourselves. Three years is a long time,
1:09long enough that an ordinary person like
1:10me became numb to how brutal that world
1:12really was. And none of it prepared me
1:14for the day I got dragged back to my own
1:16miserable reality. Lin Fan, your city
1:18tax is due tomorrow, and if you can't
1:20pay it this time, we're throwing you
1:22outside the walls to feed the ghouls.
1:24That was me 3 years ago, too. Dropped
1:26into a place called the Divine Realm,
1:28starting from the very bottom as a lowly
1:30traveling merchant in a world where
1:31magic itself was dying, the soil was
1:34barren, and monsters crawled through
1:35every stretch of wilderness. If I
1:37couldn't sell my bread and scrape
1:38together the tax, getting thrown outside
1:40those city walls meant certain death, no
1:42question about it. Hey, void teleporter,
1:44your black bread isn't moving today,
1:45huh? One of them sneered at me, and
1:47another chimed in laughing, "Go on, try
1:50your little teleport trick again. Maybe
1:52this time you'll actually get back all
1:53the stuff you lost." I'd heard that kind
1:55of mockery so many times, I barely
1:57flinched anymore. A year earlier, I'd
1:58awakened a merchant talent called
2:00material teleportation. And at first I
2:02thought it was going to be my ticket to
2:03survival, but no matter what I sent
2:04through it, the item just vanished,
2:06swallowed up completely, gone. I poured
2:08every coin I had into figuring it out
2:10and got nowhere, until I couldn't even
2:12afford my own lodging fee anymore. Then,
2:14out of nowhere, someone gasped, "That's"
2:16and another voice answered in awe, "It's
2:18the goddess of wealth and war, Lady
2:20Sanme
2:21Yishun Tar." She descended before the
2:23crowd and spoke with a voice that
2:24carried over the whole square. "Children
2:26of the divine realm, our world is
2:28withering, but do not despair. The gods
2:30have already found new hope for you, a
2:31rich and abundant promised land waiting
2:33to be claimed. Just wait 10 years. When
2:35the time comes, we will lead you on a
2:37great expedition, and every living thing
2:38there will become your slave." The crowd
2:40erupted chanting, "Expedition!
2:42Expedition!" but I felt absolutely
2:43nothing watching it happen, because
2:45whatever grand promise the gods were
2:46making meant nothing to an ant like me.
2:49And then it hit me, that promised land,
2:51that place they wanted to conquer, was
2:53Blue Star. It was my home. A wave of
2:55pure fury tore through me, but it was
2:57swallowed almost instantly by despair,
2:58because what right did a starving nobody
3:01like me have to stop the will of gods?
3:03Yet right in that collision of rage and
3:05helplessness, I suddenly saw them.
3:07Countless faint points of light
3:08flickering deep in my mind, and I
3:10realized with a jolt that they were
3:12every single item I'd tried and failed
3:14to teleport over the past year. I
3:15reached for them, sensed them properly
3:17for the first time, and found they had
3:19all landed on Earth. I rushed back to my
3:21crumbling shack, slammed the broken
3:23wooden door shut behind me, and sank
3:25every ounce of my focus into my own
3:27mind. The points of light pulsed like
3:29beacons, scattered across every corner
3:31of my homeland, and I locked onto the
3:33one that had once been my most valuable
3:35possession. Retrieve. It actually
3:37worked. I tipped the clay jar over
3:39expecting anything, and out poured a
3:41stream of ordinary dirt. I pinched a bit
3:43between my fingers and brought it to my
3:44nose, and my whole body froze, because
3:46this wasn't the rotten corrupted stench
3:48of the divine realm soil, this was the
3:50smell of my homeland after the rain. My
3:52talent had never actually failed, not
3:54once. If it could bring back a jar of
3:56soil, it could bring back so much more.
3:58A wild idea started forming in my head.
4:00This world's land was dead and its
4:02people starved. A single bag of flour
4:04could buy a slave here, while back home
4:06food was something nobody even thought
4:08twice about. I was still the same ant
4:10I'd always been, but now that ant could
4:12bite straight through the wall
4:13separating two entire worlds. Alone, I
4:15couldn't change anything, but I wasn't
4:17alone, not really, because I had my
4:19homeland standing behind me. I could
4:20send back intelligence, knowledge, spell
4:23books, weapons, everything. 10 years
4:25should be enough time for my country to
4:26find a way to fight back against the
4:27gods. But before any of that could
4:29happen, I had to survive first. That jar
4:32of dirt was only going to cover five
4:33days of lodging fees at most, so if I
4:36wanted to live, I needed to reach out to
4:37Blue Star for help. And I knew if I just
4:39teleported straight into some government
4:41building, they'd probably treat me like
4:42a threat and destroy whatever I sent.
4:44There was only one option left. I dug
4:46out a dried weathered pouch made from
4:47stone belly pig leather from under my
4:49bed, found a sheet of gray whale spine
4:50paper and a stick of charcoal, and
4:52started writing as fast as I could.
4:53After checking every line twice, I
4:55folded the letter into the pouch,
4:56gathered every last bit of my spiritual
4:58power, and sent it hurtling toward Blue
5:00Star's coordinates. Three days, that's
5:02all I had left. Three days and I just
5:04had to believe it would work. Meanwhile,
5:06back on Blue Star, in an ordinary little
5:08neighborhood, my mother came home and
5:10sat staring blankly at my photograph,
5:12just like she had every day since I
5:14vanished three years ago. In that time,
5:16she'd taught herself every trick of
5:18online tracking she could find and
5:19burned through most of the family's
5:21savings hiring a private investigator to
5:23search the southwestern border, and all
5:25she ever got back were four cold words,
5:27missing person. Then suddenly she sat
5:29bolt upright because right there in the
5:30middle of the coffee table sat a dark
5:32weathered pouch that hadn't been there
5:34that morning. She'd wiped that table
5:36clean before leaving the house. How was
5:38this possible? Her hands trembled as she
5:40reached out and touched it, and the
5:41texture alone sent a chill through her,
5:43fear creeping up her spine, until one
5:45thought gave her just enough courage to
5:47keep going. She untied the knot with
5:49shaking fingers and opened it, finding a
5:50neatly folded sheet of rough paper
5:52inside. And the second she recognized
5:54the handwriting, her whole body went
5:55rigid. "Mom, it's me, Lin Fan. I'm not
5:58dead. I traveled to another world." the
6:00letter read. And she knew instantly it
6:01was her son's handwriting. "I'm in a
6:03world with magic and gods now, and the
6:04gods here are planning to invade Blue
6:06Star in 10 years. I have awakened a
6:08talent that lets me teleport items, but
6:10each time I can only send 500 grains,
6:12and I can only use it once every 3 days.
6:15Mom, this is our only hope. Please fill
6:17this pouch with flour, and remember, the
6:19total weight can't go over 500 grains.
6:21In 72 hours, I'll teleport it back.
6:23Please believe me, Mom, we don't have
6:25much time." Her mind went blank for a
6:27second, like something had
6:28short-circuited, and then it all came
6:30crashing down at once. Time travel,
6:32magic, an invasion of Earth, all of it
6:35sounded like complete nonsense to her.
6:36This had to be kidnappers covering their
6:38tracks, she thought, using some kind of
6:40code to avoid detection. Because why
6:42else would they refuse money and demand
6:44flour instead? That wasn't kitchen
6:46flour, she was certain of it. That was a
6:48code for white powder, for drugs, and
6:50they were trying to drag her into it,
6:51turn her into an accomplice. She grabbed
6:54the phone with shaking hands. "Hello, is
6:55this 110? I need to report a crime."
6:58"Hello, ma'am, what's the emergency?"
7:00the officer asked. "I just received a
7:01letter from my son, missing for 3 years,
7:03and it's a ransom note. The kidnappers
7:05don't want money, they want contraband."
7:07"A kidnapping case? Stay calm, we're on
7:09our way right now." Not long after, two
7:11officers arrived at her door. "Hello,
7:13Ms. Lin, we're with the West District
7:14Police." one of them said. And once
7:16inside, she laid out everything she
7:18suspected, pointing straight at the
7:20pouch on the table. "It's this." Officer
7:22Zhang Wei studied it carefully first,
7:24then pulled on a pair of white gloves
7:25before picking it up as evidence. Noting
7:27the strange, unnatural texture, the odd
7:30patterns etched across its surface, and
7:32a smell he couldn't place drifting up as
7:33he got close. "Whoever did this went
7:35through a lot of trouble making their
7:37own paper just to dodge detection." he
7:38said. "Ms. Lin, don't worry, we're going
7:40to take this back to the station for a
7:42full analysis. We'll update you the
7:44moment we find anything." Back at the
7:45lab, he turned to his colleague. "Old
7:47Wang, do me a favor and run this fabric.
7:49See if we can pull any leads off it.
7:51Criminals get more creative every year."
7:53Old Wang sliced off a small sample from
7:55the pouch without hesitation and fed it
7:57into the whole genome sequencer. But,
7:58half an hour later, the calm expression
8:00on his face had completely drained away.
8:02"Jangwei, get over here." he called out.
8:05"I ran the material through the system
8:06to figure out what it's made of, and the
8:08database can't find a single match. This
8:10fiber structure doesn't line up with
8:12anything we've got on record." "What
8:13about the bag itself?" Jangwei asked.
8:15"Even stranger." Old Wang said. "We
8:17pulled DNA off it thinking it was some
8:19kind of pig membrane, but the sequence
8:20doesn't match pig at all." "Not an
8:22animal, then? Human?" "Not that, either.
8:24So, we ran it against every sequenced
8:26species on the planet. Mammals, birds,
8:29reptiles, amphibians, even insects and
8:31microbes, and nothing lines up. Not one
8:34single match." "Tell me straight, where
8:36did this actually come from?" Old Wang
8:37looked up at him, his voice dropping.
8:39"This DNA doesn't belong to any known
8:41creature on Blue Star. Not one." And
8:43somewhere across the void, all I could
8:44think over and over was that I'd
8:46traveled to another world, a world of
8:48magic and gods, a world where the gods
8:50themselves were counting down 10 years
8:52until they invaded my home. And back on
8:54Earth, staring at that impossible
8:56result, the only question left hanging
8:58in the air was whether any of it could
8:59possibly be real. Jangwei didn't waste a
9:01second. He picked up the phone and said,
9:03"Hello, this is the Municipal Bureau's
9:05Technical Investigation Division.
9:06Jangwei from the West District Station
9:08speaking. I need to talk to your Captain
9:10Li immediately. I've got a case here
9:12that's extremely unusual. It might need
9:14to go straight up to the Provincial
9:15Bureau, maybe even higher." His report
9:17set off alarm bells instantly, and after
9:19climbing through layer after layer of
9:20the chain of command, that top-secret
9:22file finally landed in the hands of Wang
9:24Chen, Minister of State Security. Triple
9:26helix DNA structure. Travel to a divine
9:29realm. Invasion of Blue Star in 10
9:31years. Could this enemy really be coming
9:32from another world? Reading those
9:34seemingly deranged phrases side by side
9:36with the non-Earth DNA identification
9:38report was enough to send a chill
9:39straight down his spine, and he picked
9:41up the phone without hesitation. Old
9:43Chen, it's me, Wang Chen. Minister Wang,
9:45what could possibly bring you to call at
9:47this hour? Another troublesome incident?
9:48More troublesome than anything before
9:50it. I have something that needs your
9:51personal verification using your
9:53facility's highest precision equipment.
9:55I need the most complete genome
9:56sequencing and elemental composition
9:58analysis you can run. What kind of thing
10:00has State Security this rattled? A
10:01biological sample that may not belong to
10:04Earth at all. Send me the address. I'll
10:06bring a team myself. No need, I'll
10:07deliver it to you personally. Wang Chen
10:09carried the sealed case to Chen Haiping
10:11with his own hands, and after passing
10:13through checkpoint after checkpoint and
10:15a full decontamination corridor, they
10:16finally stepped into the P4 biosafety
10:19lab. Chen Haiping pulled on double
10:21gloves and personally operated the
10:22equipment using a high-precision robotic
10:25arm to shave an almost invisible sample
10:27off the leather pouch. The sample was
10:29rushed into instrument after instrument.
10:31The whole genome sequencer whirred to
10:33life, and the mass spectrometers lasers
10:35swept back and forth the material. Wang
10:37Chen stood at the observation window and
10:39watched in silence. He couldn't read the
10:41streams of data scrolling past, but he
10:42could read people perfectly well. And as
10:44the analysis went deeper, he watched the
10:46top biologist in the room shift from
10:48focused curiosity to confusion, then to
10:51outright shock until they were frozen in
10:53place staring at the screen, mouths
10:55slightly open as if they'd forgotten how
10:57to breathe. Chen Haiping strode to the
10:59main console and pulled the raw data
11:01himself, fingers flying across the
11:03keyboard, sweat beating on his forehead
11:05until finally he stopped, slowly lifted
11:07his head, and looked at Wang Chen
11:09through the protective glass with an
11:10expression tangled between ecstasy,
11:12shock, and something close to dread.
11:14Minister Wang, you you need to come see
11:16this for yourself. Wang Chen pushed
11:18through the door and looked up at the
11:19structural diagram glowing on the
11:21central screen where three molecular
11:23strands coiled and wound around each
11:24other in a way no one had ever seen
11:26before. This is its DNA model, Chen
11:28Haiping said, stable, natural, a perfect
11:31triple helix. Every form of life on Blue
11:33Star is built on a double helix. This is
11:35triple. What does that mean? It means
11:37that starting from the most fundamental
11:39code of life itself, it never belonged
11:41to the same system as us. And this, Wang
11:44Chen asked, pointing at another readout,
11:45"Unknown elements. We isolated at least
11:48three entirely new stable elements from
11:50the sample. None of them exist on the
11:52periodic table." The words hit Wang Chen
11:54like a hammer blow and the contents of
11:57that letter came flooding back into his
11:58mind. Uncontrollable. Different code of
12:01life, different laws of physics.
12:03Old Chen, compile the most detailed
12:05report you can right now and send it to
12:07me through the highest level encrypted
12:09channel. Everything that happened in
12:11this building today, every piece of
12:12data, everyone involved is classified at
12:14the nation's highest level of secrecy.
12:16Until you receive direct orders from me,
12:18no one leaves this building, not one
12:20step. Then he turned and said, "This is
12:22Wang Chen. Connect me to line one
12:23immediately. This is an emergency,
12:25highest priority level. I'll say it
12:26again, highest priority level." He
12:28looked out the window at the city still
12:29glowing with light, at the pedestrians
12:31on the street, the crowds pouring out of
12:33the subway entrances, the delivery
12:35riders weaving past in a hurry, everyone
12:37living inside the comfortable routine
12:38they'd always known. None of them aware
12:40that a threat capable of overturning all
12:42of it had already quietly arrived. Not
12:45long after, every top official from
12:47every major department in China sat
12:49gathered around a massive oval mahogany
12:51conference table and not a single face
12:53showed any trace of sleepiness, only the
12:55heavyweight of a coming storm.
12:57Academician Chen Hai Ping stood beside
12:59the giant display, walking the room
13:01through every result of the analysis.
13:02And once he finished, Wang Chen rose
13:04with a grave expression and stepped
13:06forward. "Based on everything we now
13:07know, first, the existence of another
13:09world is essentially confirmed. Second,
13:11that world runs on a power system called
13:13magic and its foundation is very likely
13:15an entirely new set of physical laws.
13:17Third, that world's civilization is in
13:19decline and in 10 years, it will lock on
13:21to Blue Star as its sole target of
13:23invasion. Fourth, our citizen Lin Fan is
13:25currently our only source of
13:27intelligence and our only possible
13:28turning point. Fifth, we have less than
13:3012 hours before Lin Fan's next retrieval
13:32window for the aid supplies. Someone
13:34asked, "Can we verify the two-way
13:36teleportation mentioned in the letter
13:38right now?" This is our best chance to
13:39confirm his ability is real and our only
13:42chance to establish real contact with
13:43comrade Lin Fan. At that very moment,
13:45inside the restricted spirit research
13:47lab at the Dragon Academy of Sciences,
13:49the pouch from the other world sat
13:51sealed beneath a quartz vacuum dome, its
13:53live feed streaming directly on to the
13:55massive screen in the core conference
13:56room. And the only sound left in that
13:58room was the ticking of the wall clock.
14:00When the second hand finally crossed the
14:01last mark of the agreed time, the bag
14:03holding flower and hope simply vanished
14:05into thin air and every single sensor
14:07reading dropped to zero in that exact
14:09same instant. The room erupted with
14:11sharp gasps. The other world was real.
14:13The dimensional passage was real and
14:15that meant the threat was real, too. "We
14:16cannot gamble the fate of our
14:18civilization on the mercy of an enemy,"
14:20someone said. "Comrade Lin Fan is the
14:21lone blade we've driven into enemy
14:23territory. Our only eyes, our only hand
14:25there. Effective immediately, we
14:27establish the other world strategic
14:29command and we spare no expense
14:30supporting comrade Lin Fan, whatever the
14:32cost." The final decision rang out
14:34through the entire room. Wong Chen would
14:35serve as commander-in-chief, mobilizing
14:37the country's top experts and pulling
14:39together every resource from every
14:41relevant department. And his mission was
14:43singular: within 10 years, marshal the
14:45strength of an entire nation and pour it
14:47through that narrow, fragile channel
14:49that opened once every 3 days with a
14:51hard limit of 500 grains and use it to
14:53arm their one and only vanguard in
14:55another world. Back in that other world,
14:57I had lost count of how many days it had
14:59been since I'd eaten anything decent. A
15:01burning hunger gripped my insides like
15:03an invisible fist and every second
15:05dragged like a blade being pulled slowly
15:07across raw nerves. That was when Captain
15:10Barton came looking for me. "Lin Fan,
15:12that jar of yours covers 5 days of
15:13lodging at most and counting today,
15:15you've got 2 days left. If you can't
15:17cover the fee after that, you already
15:18know how things work in Blackstone
15:20City." Hope and despair tore at each
15:22other inside me like two beasts locked
15:24in a fight to the death. But thankfully,
15:26the agonizing 72-hour countdown finally
15:28hit zero. I quickly focused my mind and
15:30sank deep into it, locking onto the
15:32pouch's coordinates almost instantly.
15:34But the second I sensed them clearly, my
15:36stomach dropped. Why had the coordinates
15:38shifted? Had something happened? Was Mom
15:39in danger or had she simply lost the
15:42bag? I forced the panic down and pulled
15:43the pouch back through. Something's in
15:45there. I couldn't wait, tearing the
15:47opening apart in a pure, clean wheat
15:49fragrance rushed straight into my nose.
15:51Nothing like the coarse grain smell
15:53tangled with dust and strange odors back
15:55in the divine realm. This was the rich,
15:57unmistakable scent of home. And the
15:59flower itself was countless times better
16:01than anything I could have imagined. Mom
16:03must have taken every word seriously.
16:05She must have traveled far to track down
16:07the finest flower she could find. But as
16:09I reached into touch it, my hand brushed
16:11against something with a completely
16:12different texture halfway through, a
16:14sheet of paper, impossibly thin and
16:16light, yet strangely tough, with a
16:18single line printed boldly across the
16:20top in neat block characters: Comrade
16:23Lin Fan, China believes in you. The
16:25instant I saw the word comrade,
16:26everything clicked into place. Mom
16:28hadn't just chosen to believe me, she'd
16:30reported it to the authorities, and the
16:31government had chosen to believe in
16:33someone stranded in another world, too.
16:34Three years of starving, three years of
16:36struggling alone in despair, and in that
16:38single moment, I finally found somewhere
16:39to let it all out. Every ounce of
16:41grievance, every bit of bitterness,
16:43every drop of helplessness turned into a
16:45hot rush behind my eyes. I gripped that
16:47thin slip of paper like I was holding
16:48onto the entire world because I finally
16:50understood I wasn't some lost wandering
16:52ghost anymore. I had a great homeland
16:54standing right behind me. Once I calmed
16:56down, I moved fast, thinking through my
16:57next steps. I carefully packed most of
16:59the flour back into the pouch, buried it
17:01in a pit I dug beneath my bed, and
17:03sealed it over with wooden boards, then
17:04wrapped the remaining third in a clean
17:06scrap of cloth and tucked it inside my
17:08shirt. From there, I walked straight out
17:10into the noisy streets of Blackstone
17:11City, heading for the finest bakery in
17:13the whole place, Golden Wheat Fragrance.
17:15"Stop right there!" a clerk barked at
17:17me. "This is golden wheat fragrance, a
17:19place for people of quality, not filth
17:21like you." I didn't even acknowledge
17:22him, just shoved past and amid his
17:24stunned cursing and the curious stares
17:27of everyone nearby, I calmly set the
17:29cloth-wrapped bundle down on the counter
17:31and unfolded it in front of the whole
17:32shop. The second that pure, spotless
17:34white flour came into view, the entire
17:36bakery seemed to freeze. "What's all
17:37this noise? Who dares cause a scene in
17:39my shop?" the owner, Grelly, snapped,
17:41ready to chase off some ragged beggar.
17:43But the next second his eyes locked onto
17:45the blinding white pile on the counter
17:47and his anger just stopped cold. He
17:48strode over, staring hard at the powder.
17:51Flour that white simply didn't exist,
17:53not that he'd ever heard of. Carefully,
17:54he reached out a plump hand and pinched
17:56up a small amount like he was handling a
17:58treasure, feeling how fine, how smooth,
18:00how impossibly light it was. Not a
18:02single impurity in it. Still, Grelly
18:04forced down the excitement threatening
18:05to spill out of him and put on a bored
18:07front. "It's decent enough, I suppose,
18:09though there's barely any of it. I'll be
18:11generous. 60 copper coins and I'll take
18:13the lot." A gasp rippled through the
18:15customers nearby. 60 copper coins could
18:17feed a family of three black bread for a
18:19full week. I just watched his little
18:20performance without a word, then quietly
18:22started scooping the flour back into my
18:24bag. The moment he saw that, something
18:26in Grelly's chest lurched. "Hey, wait,
18:28wait, little brother. Let's talk this
18:29through. If the price doesn't sit right,
18:31we can renegotiate. A silver coin then
18:33or 100 copper?" "That's robbery." I said
18:35flatly. "100 copper could buy the
18:37cheapest cat folk slave in the market.
18:38I'll just go." "No, no, no, wait. If
18:41this flour gets baked into bread and
18:43sold to the nobility, the profit would
18:44be beyond anything you can imagine.
18:46Fine, here, 100 copper." I counted it
18:48once to make sure it was right, grabbed
18:50the coin pouch, and walked out without
18:52looking back. Carrying that small
18:53fortune, I didn't go home to my broken
18:55shack. I went straight to the market
18:56patrol station instead, and when I
18:58finally stepped back outside, I let out
19:00a long breath because from that day on,
19:02I was, at least for the moment, safe
19:04inside the walls of Blackstone City, and
19:06it was time to start planning my
19:07counterattack. "This This is what I
19:09made? Boss, what exactly are you cooking
19:11up in there? This is going to run me
19:12ragged, Grele muttered, watching the
19:14crowd already gathering thick outside
19:16his door, his heart hammering in his
19:18chest. He carried a tray of bread to the
19:19entrance and held one loaf high above
19:21his head. Freshly baked Hope white bread
19:23made from the finest ingredients,
19:25crafted by my own hands. Extremely
19:27limited. Only 10 available today. How
19:30much for one? Someone shouted. One loaf
19:32of Hope white bread, 30 copper coins. 30
19:35copper? That's enough to house me for a
19:37whole month. That expensive? Move! Move!
19:39Everyone move aside. I'll take three.
19:42Keep the change. Grele fumbled to hand
19:44the three loaves over with as much
19:45dignity as he could manage, staring
19:47first at the three gleaming silver coins
19:49in his palm, then at the seven remaining
19:51loaves like they were works of art. And
19:53inside he was drowning in pure ecstasy.
19:55He'd struck it rich. Meanwhile, in a
19:57grand estate across the city, Viscount
19:59Dubois sat back in his richly
20:01upholstered chair, indifferently picking
20:02up one of the loaves a servant had
20:04brought him. Your pastries, my lord, the
20:05servant said. The moment the bread
20:07touched his tongue, the Viscount went
20:09rigid. How could this world possibly
20:10contain something this delicious? Was
20:12this what heaven tasted like? In the
20:14next instant, every trace of his noble
20:16composure and dignity collapsed
20:18entirely, and he tore into the bread
20:19like a starving man, stuffing it into
20:21his mouth again and again, and within
20:23moments all three loaves were gone. As
20:25the wave of pure bliss slowly faded, his
20:27mind finally started working again. If I
20:29could serve bread like this at next
20:31month's noble banquet, he thought, every
20:33guest there would be shocked, envious,
20:34and begging me to tell them where I got
20:36it. Take me to that bakery right now, he
20:38ordered. I want to buy every loaf they
20:40have. But my lord, the shop only had 10
20:42to begin with. Only 10? Ready the
20:44carriage immediately. I intend to see
20:46for myself just who this shameless
20:47upstart is. When the Viscount arrived,
20:49Grele bowed low. Your lordship, your
20:51presence honors my humble shop beyond
20:53words. Enough flattery. How much of that
20:55white bread do you have left? I want all
20:57of it. My lord, it's all sold out for
20:59today. You fat pig, the Viscount
21:01snapped. I don't care how you manage it,
21:03but by tomorrow you will have that same
21:04bread ready for me. Fail, and I'll have
21:06you thrown outside the walls to feed the
21:08ghouls myself." "I'm finished." Grelli
21:10muttered after the Viscount stormed off.
21:11"I'm completely finished." He came
21:13running to find me. "Brother Lin Fan,
21:15please, I'm begging you, save me.
21:17Viscount Dubois wants 10 more loaves
21:19tomorrow or he'll throw me outside to
21:20feed the ghouls." "And?" I asked.
21:22"Brother Lin Fan, please, sell me more
21:24of that snow-white flour. I'll pay
21:26whatever price you name." "That flour
21:28was something I stumbled across in the
21:30ruins outside the city, purely by
21:31chance." I told him. "There isn't any
21:34more." "Gone? Then I'm dead. Unless
21:36Unless there's some other way." "What
21:38kind of way?" "I might be able to find
21:40more, but I have a condition." "What
21:42condition? Tell me. I'll agree to
21:43anything if it saves my life." "From
21:45today forward, on every loaf made using
21:47flour I provide, I want half the
21:49profit." "Half? That's Then forget it."
21:52"Wait. Wait. I agree. I agree." "This
21:54will be a magically binding contract,
21:57witnessed by the god of justice and
21:59contracts. Break it, and your soul burns
22:01in hellfire." "Words alone mean
22:03nothing." "We're signing a contract."
22:06Light flashed, and the contract sealed
22:08itself into place. The next day, Grell
22:10personally delivered 10 loaves to
22:11Viscount Dubois's estate, and after
22:13tasting them, the Viscount was thrilled,
22:15rewarding him with five silver coins on
22:17the spot, and announcing he'd order 10
22:19loaves every single day from then on. I
22:21suggested raising the price to a
22:22staggering one full silver coin per
22:24loaf, while capping daily sales at just
22:2615. And from that day forward, Hope
22:28White Bread spread through the city like
22:30wildfire. No longer just food, but a
22:32status symbol, something to flaunt in
22:34Blackstone City's upper circles. After a
22:36month of steady accumulation, I had over
22:38100 silver coins to my name, but none of
22:40it made me particularly happy, because
22:43through all of it, my teleportation
22:44talent hadn't grown even slightly. Still
22:47capped at 500 grains, still locked to
22:49once every 3 days. I understood clearly
22:51that in this world, money was just a
22:53tool. If I couldn't upgrade the ability
22:55itself, no amount of coin would stop me
22:57from being an ant. If I wanted to push
22:59this gift from another world any
23:00further, I figured I'd need to borrow
23:02from this world's own power system to do
23:04it. What's this? I asked a merchant.
23:06Fireball spell, stripped off some
23:07unlucky adventurer. 30 silver, not a
23:09copper less. 30 silver was nearly my
23:11entire week's earnings, but I didn't
23:13hesitate for a second. Any mana crystals
23:15left? Five silver. Back at my place, I
23:17eagerly unrolled the fireball scroll,
23:19but those mysterious runes looked like
23:21nothing more than chicken scratch, and
23:22after staring at them for what felt like
23:24forever, all I got was a splitting
23:26headache. I tried channeling mana
23:27through the circuits etched into the
23:29scroll, and still nothing happened. Made
23:31sense, really. If magic were this easy
23:33to pick up, mages would be wandering
23:34every street corner in this world. But,
23:36it didn't matter that I couldn't crack
23:38it alone, because standing behind me was
23:40China's entire top-tier research
23:42apparatus. I ran to several more shops
23:43after that, spending heavily to track
23:45down a handful of hard-to-find books,
23:47then sat down with paper and charcoal
23:48and wrote out everything. What I guessed
23:50each item might be for, what I needed
23:52them to figure out. Once the letter was
23:53done, I packed it away with the fireball
23:55scroll, the mana crystal, and the three
23:57books, all sealed inside the leather
23:59pouch. These, I told myself, were the
24:01keys to a collision between two entire
24:03civilizations. And from that moment on,
24:06the horn of the counterattack had truly
24:08sounded. Back on Blue Star, words spread
24:10through the underground base. A month,
24:1210 teleportations, no idea what Lin Fan
24:15means by something even more valuable
24:17this time. It's here. Academician Chen,
24:19let's begin. Understood. Magic scroll,
24:22mana crystal, run the analysis
24:24immediately. Reporting Minister Wang,
24:26this crystal radiates an unknown energy
24:28particle. Penetration stronger than
24:30gamma rays. We've tested every known
24:32shielding material we have, even lead
24:34plating a full 1,200 mm thick, and none
24:38of it can fully block it. Strangest of
24:40all, another researcher added, its
24:42radiation sits at an extremely low
24:44energy level and produces almost no
24:46ionizing effect on biological tissue at
24:48all. It behaves like a gentle light with
24:50almost limitless penetrating power. For
24:53now, we're calling it a mana particle.
24:55Stronger penetration than gamma rays,
24:57with none of the radiation damage. Wang
24:59Chen said slowly, "If we can crack the
25:01principle behind this, it could
25:03revolutionize energy or quantum
25:05communication. General, right now the
25:07priority has to be figuring out how to
25:08support Lin Fan. What did the scroll
25:10analysis turn up? The material is
25:12unknown biological tissue, and the DNA
25:14structure has once again been confirmed
25:16as a triple helix. The pigment used for
25:18the runes is chemically complex, and we
25:20detected more unknown stable elements
25:22inside it." Wang Chen stared at that
25:23strange hide scroll, already turning
25:25over his next move in his mind. Those
25:27mysterious runes felt like a key to
25:29unlocking an entire world. Cracking the
25:31logic behind those symbols would need
25:32linguists. Understanding the
25:34relationships between those energies
25:35would need physicists. Building working
25:37models would need mathematicians, and
25:39even the very best artificial
25:40intelligence available. "Restart
25:42underground base number nine
25:43immediately." he ordered. "Full
25:45functionality restored within 12 hours.
25:46Highest level security protocol
25:48activated. Connect me to the third
25:49bureau of the general staff. Escalate to
25:51special level one, and urgently recruit
25:5350 specialists, covering ancient
25:55linguistics, semiotics, theoretical
25:57physics, quantum mechanics, material
25:59science, fluid dynamics, and large
26:02language model AI." Across the country,
26:04doors started opening. "Academician Li,
26:06there are two comrades outside asking
26:08for you. State security credentials in
26:09hand, calling it a top priority
26:11emergency. Professor Joe, we need your
26:13help. Chief Engineer Chen, get in the
26:15car. Emergency assignment." Under cover
26:17of night, military transport planes
26:18lifted off silently from cities all
26:20across the nation, one after another.
26:22Every single one bound for the same
26:24destination. An underground facility
26:26hidden in the hills outside Beijing,
26:28absent from every map, known only by its
26:30code name, Spark. These minds, carrying
26:33the very best of China's collective
26:34intelligence, were pulled together by
26:36the full, unwavering will of their
26:38country. And in that moment, an
26:40unprecedented scientific battle centered
26:42entirely on magic officially began.
26:44Inside the base, the corridors were
26:46packed with researchers in lab coats
26:47moving briskly in every direction, and
26:49Su Qing spotted more than a few
26:51legendary figures she'd only ever seen
26:53on the news before. This has to be some
26:54kind of mistake, she thought. Standing
26:56among so many national-treasure-level
26:58experts, my little reputation is
27:00basically a joke. You're Su Ching? A
27:02voice asked. Young, good, means your
27:04mind still moves fast. Hello, Professor
27:06Joe, she answered. No time for
27:08pleasantries, he said. Your job is to
27:10join that group and decode what's in
27:11front of them as fast as humanly
27:13possible. This is an entirely new
27:14language. We have its dictionary, we
27:16have its history texts, but we don't
27:18have a single grammar rule for it.
27:20supercomputer has already broken the raw
27:21data down. Now your team needs to
27:23reconstruct the grammar itself. Later,
27:25someone called out, Model construction
27:27complete, and Su Ching's cheeks flushed
27:29with excitement. But the moment the full
27:31translation appeared on the massive
27:32screen, the cheers in the room slowly
27:34died away. Strange terms filled the
27:35display. Genesis era, Titan, the
27:38beginning of Withering, mana depletion.
27:39Is this some country's religious
27:41mythology? Someone muttered. Feels more
27:43like a game's lore document, honestly.
27:45Did the state really mobilize an
27:46operation this massive just to translate
27:48a fantasy myth novel from another world?
27:50Good work, everyone, Professor Joe said.
27:52But we still have a harder task ahead.
27:54We need to translate this one, too.
27:56Wait, this is a magic scroll? The
27:58instant Su Ching saw the title, her
27:59scalp prickled. She'd assumed everything
28:02before this was just absurd mythology,
28:04but now it hit her with a suffocating
28:06sense of reality. Could magic actually
28:07be real? Could another world actually be
28:09real? We're not studying myth, Professor
28:11Joe said quietly. We're studying another
28:13real world. Let's get to work. As soon
28:15as he said it, the text on the scroll
28:16was quickly translated, but none of it
28:18read like instructions at all. It was
28:20closer to a string of incomprehensible
28:22prose poems, paired with a complete set
28:24of poetic syllables that could be
28:25written down, but that no one knew how
28:27to pronounce, what tone to give them.
28:28And dominating most of the scroll's
28:30surface was an impossibly complex
28:32pattern that left everyone completely
28:34stumped. Faced with these symbols of
28:36unknown meaning, the entire project
28:38ground to a halt for the first time,
28:39until Chief Engineer Chen spoke up. This
28:41feels oddly familiar to me, he said. As
28:44a former power grid engineer, he'd
28:45developed a professional instinct for
28:47reading complicated structural diagrams.
28:49And almost against his will, he found
28:51himself mentally overlaying this pattern
28:52against the ultra high voltage grid
28:54power flow diagrams from his old thesis.
28:57The lines, the nodes, the direction
28:59everything flowed. And then, without
29:01warning, a wild idea exploded in his
29:04mind. What if this wasn't a picture at
29:05all? What if it was a circuit diagram?
29:07The chief engineer stood up in front of
29:09everyone and started explaining it like
29:10a man possessed. These thick lines are
29:13the main trunk lines. They represent low
29:15impedance. These finer lines are
29:17branches, high impedance. Those big
29:19nodes aren't runes at all, they're
29:21transformers and capacitors used for
29:23stepping voltage up, stepping it down,
29:25and storing energy. He mapped the entire
29:27theory of power grid analysis onto that
29:29magical pattern, running Ohm's law and
29:31Kirchhoff's laws through it like a man
29:33racing against time, and a handful of
29:35exhausted experts who hadn't slept in
29:37days got pulled in by the sheer
29:39intensity of what he was doing. Watching
29:41his expression shift from confusion to
29:43shock while Suching herself slipped into
29:45a state of total silent focus. The
29:47calculations sped up and up, and when
29:49the very last node finally dropped into
29:50place, the whole thing closed into a
29:52perfect loop. Every stream of energy
29:54converging together, landing exactly on
29:56a stable threshold, not a fraction more
29:58or less. It closed, the logic actually
30:01closed. Suching's eyes lit up with a
30:02light no one had seen in her before. "I
30:04think," she said, "we should call this a
30:06mana circuit." And from the moment that
30:08phrase left her mouth, magic stopped
30:10being some mysterious untouchable force.
30:12It became an energy system that could be
30:14understood, analyzed, even reproduced.
30:16"The mana circuit has been cracked,"
30:18someone reported. "That means we may
30:19genuinely be able to unleash magic here
30:22on Bluestar. We've fully reproduced Dr.
30:24Suching's calculations, and Fuxi has run
30:26more than 11 simulation passes
30:28confirming the same conclusion. This
30:30magical pattern is at its core a highly
30:33efficient system for conducting,
30:34amplifying, and shaping energy. What
30:36about the crystal? Any progress? Not
30:38much, came the answer. 99% of its
30:41composition is indistinguishable from
30:42ordinary quartz, but that remaining 1%
30:45is an unknown element. Its internal
30:47lattice structure is unusual, almost
30:49like a reinforced cage. Our working
30:51theory is that the monoparticles are
30:53trapped inside that cage, but we can't
30:55figure out how to open it. Does the
30:56scroll say anything about how to use the
30:58crystal? The description up there is
30:59vague, full of phrases that read almost
31:01like religious prayer, but it keeps
31:04circling back to the importance of an
31:05incantation, and there's a strange,
31:07unclear pronunciation attached to it.
31:09Our best guess is that it functions as
31:11some form of sonic resonance. Right,
31:13someone said. If the lattice structure
31:15is a lock, then a sound wave at a
31:17specific frequency is very likely the
31:19key. The order went out immediately, and
31:20the whole lab buzzed back to life. A
31:22high-precision sound generator was
31:24wheeled in and aimed at the mana crystal
31:25while the linguists converted the
31:27incantation's syllables into audio
31:29waveforms. Beginning test, frequency 32
31:32Hz, sound pressure 90 dB. Nothing.
31:34Adjusting to 33.5 Hz, raising pressure
31:37to 110 dB, switching to a square
31:39waveform. Still nothing. The crystal sat
31:41in its isolation chamber like a stubborn
31:43stone, completely indifferent to every
31:45frequency they threw at it. Could it be
31:46a translation error? Someone asked.
31:48Unlikely. Our universal language grammar
31:50model is running above 97% accuracy. The
31:53syllable transcription shouldn't be
31:55wrong. Sound, incantation, spirit.
31:57Professor Joe, does the scroll mention
31:59anything about the role of the caster
32:01themselves as a person? Found it. It
32:03says the caster must hold the sacred
32:05stone in hand and chant the words of the
32:07gods. That was probably where the
32:09problem lived. They'd been using
32:10machines to simulate everything and had
32:12overlooked the most critical piece, the
32:14human being at the center of it. The
32:16sound might only be half the key, with
32:18the other half being the body's own
32:19bioelectric field. Only when a person
32:21physically touched the crystal and spoke
32:23the incantation at the same time would
32:25the two combine to open that cage.
32:27Prepare for a direct human contact trial
32:30immediately. I'll go first, Wang Chen
32:32said. Minister, that's far too
32:33dangerous. That's an order. If something
32:35happens to me, academician Li takes over
32:36command. A little over 10 minutes later,
32:38Wang Chen stepped into the isolation
32:40chamber, drew a slow breath, and pressed
32:42his palm gently against the cold surface
32:44of the crystal. "Agnes Ignisaur Prusni."
32:47After three attempts back-to-back, he
32:48still felt nothing. No flow of energy
32:50whatsoever, and without hesitation, he
32:52gave the order to rotate someone else
32:53in. One by one, the nation's most
32:55celebrated experts lined up and walked
32:57into that chamber, laying their bare
32:58hands on the crystal and chanting the
33:00incantation, every one of them setting
33:02aside any thought of personal risk. All
33:04for the sake of cracking that final
33:06stubborn step of the magic. Two hours
33:08later, most of the scientists had taken
33:10their turn, and every single attempt had
33:12ended the same way, failure. The truth
33:14felt close enough to touch, yet it
33:16stayed locked behind a wall no one could
33:17quite break through. The theory held up,
33:19the method had been tried, so where
33:21exactly was the process going wrong? "My
33:23name is Su-ching Chu." came a new voice
33:25introducing herself. The youngest
33:27recognized authority in the field of
33:28quantum entanglement and quantum
33:30communication. "A few hours ago, a
33:31military jet pulled me out of Shanghai
33:33without warning, and when I first
33:34arrived, I actually assumed there was
33:36some major quantum engineering problem
33:38waiting for me to solve. And for a
33:39while, that thought had me genuinely
33:40excited. It wasn't until I got here that
33:42I realized I might be completely
33:44unnecessary. This place had assembled
33:45the absolute top minds in physics,
33:47material science, biology, energy,
33:50linguistics, every single one of them
33:52with a clear task in front of them. And
33:54here I was, a quantum entanglement
33:56specialist, seemingly unconnected to any
33:58research direction happening around me.
34:00I figured out eventually that whoever
34:01put this team together hadn't known
34:03exactly which specialties they'd end up
34:04needing, so they just called in experts
34:06from every field imaginable, just in
34:08case. And clearly, I was the just in
34:10case that ended up going unused." She
34:12looked around and asked, "What exactly
34:14are they doing over there?" "Not sure."
34:15someone answered. "Looks like they're
34:17testing some kind of magic." "Magic? You
34:19have to be joking." She came from a
34:20family whose Taoist traditions had faded
34:22generations ago. As a child, her
34:24grandfather used to force her to sit
34:25cross-legged and recite breathing and
34:27energy guiding techniques, and she'd
34:28spent her entire adult life studying
34:30science with fierce determination,
34:32specifically to smash that kind of empty
34:34unfounded superstition with hard
34:36rigorous fact. And after going the long
34:38way around, here she was standing in the
34:40nation's most classified research
34:42facility staring at something that
34:43looked disturbingly similar to what her
34:45grandfather used to practice. Dr. Suchin
34:47Xu, you're up. Every instinct told her
34:49to refuse, but looking into the eyes of
34:50the man asking, she swallowed the
34:52refusal back down. Wang Chen clearly saw
34:54the reluctance and the half-hearted
34:56attitude written across her face, so he
34:58walked over and spoke to her directly.
34:59Seriously. Dr. Xu, I understand you may
35:02have your doubts, but whether you
35:03believe in this or not, once you step
35:05inside, I need you to commit fully to
35:07every single step. Understood? She said,
35:09I'll get it done. Merge your spirit with
35:10the pulse of the flame, someone
35:12instructed her once she was inside.
35:13Spirit? How was she even supposed to
35:15focus that? She was a physicist. Her
35:17entire world was made of equations and
35:19data. But just as she stood there at a
35:21loss, a memory long buried resurfaced
35:24from somewhere deep in her mind. Settle
35:26the heart, gather the spirit, hold
35:28intention within, sense the world
35:30without. She tried letting go of her own
35:31resistance, emptying her mind, pulling
35:34every ounce of her awareness down into
35:36the fingertips pressed against the
35:37crystal. Suddenly a strange sensation
35:39crept up through her fingers as if her
35:41own consciousness had pushed straight
35:43through the crystal's hard shell and
35:44connected with the ocean of energy
35:46churning inside it. Was she actually
35:47feeling something? Agnes Ignis Or
35:49Prusni. The instant the last syllable
35:51left her mouth, her fingertips flared
35:53with a faint burst of heat. Suchin Xu's
35:55eyes snapped open, and on the other side
35:57of the isolation glass, Wang Chen shot
35:59up out of his chair. Holy, hovering just
36:01above her open left palm was a small
36:03ball of orange flame glowing with a soft
36:06steady warmth and light. Dr. Xu, stay
36:08calm, someone said over the intercom.
36:10Try pushing the energy outward. Her mind
36:12was a total blur, but instinct took over
36:15and she pushed the flame toward the
36:16alloy target across the chamber. What in
36:18the world? The moment it happened, the
36:20entire research hall fell into stunned
36:22silence. What What did I even just do?
36:25She asked, shaken. This is a top
36:27priority emergency directive," someone
36:29told her. "Orders are to escort you to a
36:31classified military stronghold
36:32immediately." Meanwhile, her grandfather
36:34sat there thinking he hadn't done a
36:36single bad thing in his whole life. The
36:38only blemish being some free temple meal
36:40he'd mooched off as a young man. Surely
36:42nothing serious enough to warrant this
36:44kind of reckoning. But the moment he was
36:46brought into the core research zone, the
36:47first thing he saw was his own
36:49granddaughter, Su Qing Ju, caught in the
36:51middle of a heated discussion and his
36:53heart clenched with a sudden ominous
36:55feeling. Had they dragged him, a symbol
36:57of everything considered feudal
36:59superstition, into a facility packed
37:01wall to wall with scientists just to use
37:03him as some kind of cautionary example,
37:05a sacrifice at the altar of science?
37:07"Daoist Zhang Wangchen said, greeting
37:09him, "I'm Wangchen, in command here. The
37:11situation is urgent. Please, take a look
37:13at this footage first." Fire Control
37:15Technique? Wangchen handed him a file,
37:17and the very first page held a
37:18high-resolution photograph of the Hyde
37:20Scroll. "We call this the Fireball
37:21Spell," he explained. "Doctor Su gained
37:23this ability through it. The file
37:25contains both the original text and its
37:27translation, along with the mana circuit
37:29energy diagrams our physicists have
37:31mapped out." The longer Zhang Qingxuan
37:33studied it, the graver his expression
37:34became. "The Dao follows nature," he
37:36murmured. "Different paths, same
37:38destination. This technique and the fire
37:40control methods recorded in our own
37:42Daoist texts share the exact same root
37:44principle. What we call this in Daoism
37:47is a fu, a talisman," he explained. "It
37:50holds no power on its own. Think of it
37:52purely as a guiding diagram for casting.
37:55The practitioner uses their own spirit
37:57as the conduit, following the pattern of
37:59the talisman to guide the energy that
38:01fills heaven and earth, what we call qi,
38:03shaping it and ultimately manifesting it
38:05outwardly. I understand now," he
38:07continued. "Our world may well be living
38:09through what we call the Age of Dharma
38:11decline. In ancient times, the qi
38:13filling heaven and earth was thick and
38:15abundant, which is how the ancients were
38:17able to summon wind and rain through
38:18these methods. But as time passed, that
38:20energy gradually thinned out and the old
38:22techniques became rivers without a
38:24source, naturally losing their power.
38:26The idea hit everyone in the room like a
38:27light switching on and it explained
38:29perfectly why Daoist practices seemed to
38:31connect so closely with magic from
38:33another world. Jung Qing Xuan looked
38:35over the records of Su Qing Ju's
38:36experiment and shook his head realizing
38:38that both the scroll itself and every
38:40test the scientists had run so far had
38:42gotten stuck chasing the wrong detail
38:44entirely. There's something I have to
38:46say, he told the room, "True mastery in
38:48Daoist practice follows the principle
38:49that intention moves with the heart and
38:51technique arises from the heart. What we
38:53mean when we say an incantation is
38:55simply an act of focus. Energy itself is
38:57inert, lifeless. You can simply reach
38:59out and take it. So, why bother
39:01announcing yourself to it first with
39:02words? Isn't that missing the point
39:04entirely, chasing the branch while
39:06ignoring the root? The reason my
39:08granddaughter only succeeded after
39:09finishing the incantation wasn't because
39:11the words themselves held any special
39:13power, it was purely because her
39:14training wasn't deep enough yet and her
39:16spirit couldn't focus on its own. She
39:18needed the chant to help herself settle
39:20into the right state. Put plainly, every
39:22incantation and hand gesture recorded on
39:24that scroll is nothing more than a
39:26training aid for beginners to guide
39:27their own self-suggestion, a walking
39:29cane for a child still learning to take
39:31its first steps. With that, he decided
39:33to demonstrate it himself. He walked
39:35into the isolation chamber, looked at
39:37the mana crystal and didn't even bother
39:38touching it. He simply held his palm
39:40suspended in the air above it, drew a
39:42slow breath, closed his eyes halfway and
39:44let the image of the mana circuit rise
39:46in his mind. Hold the intention,
39:47visualize it. Let the mind guide the
39:49chi. Holy hell. Wang Chen stared at the
39:52alloy wall of the isolation chamber, now
39:54burned clean through, his heart pounding
39:56in his chest. No incantation, no
39:58gesture, not even physical contact,
40:01which meant magic, or whatever this
40:03extraordinary power really was, could be
40:05completely freed from all of those
40:06cumbersome, uncertain rituals. It could
40:08be simplified, standardized, even
40:11mass-produced. A wild idea began forming
40:13in Wang Chen's mind right then and
40:15there. "Summon every lead of every core
40:17project team immediately." He ordered.
40:19"Central conference room now. I'm
40:21announcing," he told the assembled
40:22leads, "that as of this moment, we are
40:24completely abandoning all research into
40:27incantations and hand gestures, and
40:29every related resource is being
40:30redirected. Our new objective is
40:32developing a standardized,
40:34scientifically grounded training system
40:36for wordless spell casting. One that any
40:38ordinary person can learn. I don't care
40:40what methods you use. Daoist, Buddhist,
40:43purely scientific. I don't care. I want
40:45one result. An ordinary soldier with
40:47zero prior training learning to control
40:48fire in the shortest time humanly
40:50possible." The moment Wang Chen's order
40:52came down, the entire base's research
40:54direction flipped on its head, and an
40:55unprecedented battle blending mysticism
40:57and hard science officially began. Wave
41:00after wave of specialists were flown in
41:01on military jets after that. A grand
41:03master of internal martial arts who'd
41:05spent years in seclusion on Wudang
41:07Mountain, an heir to the talisman
41:09crafting lineage of Longhu Mountain, an
41:11enlightened monk who'd mastered deep
41:13meditation in the mountains far from
41:15civilization. True cultivators who'd
41:16only ever existed in legend now gathered
41:19together for the first time in history
41:21under the will of their nation. "When
41:22the heart moves, intention moves. When
41:25intention moves, chi flows. The heart is
41:28the key," one master insisted.
41:30"Amitabha," a monk countered gently, "I
41:33would say it's stillness. Only when the
41:34mind is still as water can it reflect
41:37all things clearly." "No, no, that's not
41:40quite it either," a young physicist cut
41:41in trying to unify their views with hard
41:43data.
41:44"According to my EEG readouts, what
41:47matters most is the synchronized
41:48enhancement of theta band activity in
41:50the prefrontal cortex." The old master
41:53spent the next 3 hours lecturing him in
41:54circles, and it took Zheng Cingshuan,
41:56acting as chief advisor, to finally drag
41:58the research back onto solid ground,
42:00pulling the base back up to full
42:02operational speed. Every practitioner
42:04was fitted with a high-precision EEG
42:07sensor, and the moment they entered a
42:08casting state, every neural impulse
42:11firing across their cortex was captured
42:13and fed straight into the Fuxy
42:15supercomputer's core. The computing
42:16team's job was to sift through that
42:18ocean of data and extract the single
42:20most stable, most consistent brain wave
42:22pattern tied to casting intent. "We
42:24found it." someone announced. "That's
42:26the key to success. The more stable and
42:28clear the visualized image is inside the
42:30caster's mind, the higher its match to
42:31the standard model, and the easier
42:33casting becomes with greater power
42:35behind it." The discovery lined up
42:36perfectly scientifically with the old
42:38principle that technique arises from the
42:40heart. And building on that
42:41breakthrough, the software engineering
42:43team moved fast, developing training
42:45software for a neurofeedback-based
42:47meditation system. Users simply wore an
42:50EEG headset and visualized while
42:52practicing, and the system captured
42:54their brain wave signals in real time,
42:56comparing them against the standard
42:58casting models stored in its database.
43:00The closer the match, the more
43:01harmonious and pleasant the audio in the
43:03headset became, and the further off the
43:06match, the more grating and irritating
43:08the noise grew. The system cleverly
43:10turned dry, abstract meditation training
43:12into something tangible, meaning
43:14trainees no longer needed to grasp some
43:16deep, mystical mental discipline. They
43:18just had to keep adjusting their mental
43:20state like playing a game until they
43:21found the sound that felt right. And in
43:23that moment, magic was pulled down off
43:25its pedestal for good. A week later,
43:27inside joint laboratory number one, a
43:29young soldier handpicked from the
43:31security forces stepped into the
43:32isolation chamber. He had no prior
43:34training of any kind, didn't even know
43:36what meditation was before this. Nothing
43:38but 24 hours with the assisted training
43:40system behind him. It worked. In that
43:42instant, the whole room erupted,
43:44everyone abandoning all sense of decorum
43:46and pulling each other into celebration.
43:48Wang Chen watched the young soldier, his
43:50face composed as ever, but the fists
43:52clenched tight at his sides gave away
43:54exactly how much emotion he was holding
43:56back. They had fully cracked the secret
43:58of magic and reverse engineered it into
43:59something standardized, reproducible,
44:01and teachable on a massive scale. From
44:03that moment forward, China held one more
44:05card in its hand against the unknown
44:07world waiting out there. During the
44:08final test, the mana crystal from the
44:10other world finally burned through the
44:11last of its energy, fading into a plain,
44:13unremarkable gray stone. But none of
44:15that mattered anymore because China had
44:17already fully mastered the principle
44:18behind the fireball spell. Before the
44:20next transfer window opened, Wang Chen
44:22personally oversaw the packing of the
44:24next wave of aid supplies. Flour,
44:26medicine, high-energy food bars, all the
44:29usual essentials still made the list,
44:31but right at the center of the package
44:33sat a handful of entirely new items.
44:35This time it would be China's first
44:36genuine, fully realized act of support
44:39for Lin Fan.

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