Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

(Brain storage site)

(This book is not entirely a Western fantasy novel; it will contain elements of xuanhuan (Chinese fantasy). PS: However, since wizarding novels themselves involve settings such as multiple worlds and universes, it is reasonable for worlds with martial arts and immortal cultivation to exist.)

The biting wind, like countless icy needles, pierced Luo Kunlun's bare arms and ankles, causing him to shiver violently as his consciousness struggled to emerge from a state of confusion.

He tried to raise his hand to wrap his clothes tighter, but found that his arm felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and every movement caused excruciating pain as if his internal organs were being pulled.

At the same time, I also felt as if I was wearing a tattered linen garment that was nothing but strips of cloth.

Through the murky vision, one could see the low, damp cave ceiling, the cave walls covered in frost, and the air thick with the stench of sweat, mildew, and a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood.

"Cough...cough cough..." The violent coughing made him curl up, his throat was dry and sore, as if it was about to split open.

This is not the wasteland, nor is it the last train station he stayed at.

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave—bombs hurtling down over the train station, blinding white light, deafening roars, and that fist-sized box safely stored in my mind's internal storage space...

These are his last images on that blue planet.

He time-traveled again.

When he first traveled to the planet Blue Star, he went from being an ordinary person in the peaceful era of Blue Star to the third son of a factory worker outside the base city in the post-nuclear war wasteland of Blue Star.

In that world, most of the land was contaminated by nuclear bombs, leaving behind a scene of devastation, like a wasteland after being insulted and raped!

For ordinary people, just surviving is difficult enough, even if their family is relatively well-off in this life.

His parents died of overwork at the age of thirty in that life. Of his two brothers who were born earlier, one died in an accident and the other died of illness in his youth.

In that lifetime, Luo Kunlun's only reliance was the fist-sized storage space in his mind after transmigrating.

There is space, but it's very small, unlike the protagonists in those post-apocalyptic hoarding novels who have spaces the size of several football fields, several cities, or even the world.

But it still allowed Lokunlun to survive, even in that wasteland era.

Luo Kunlun didn't know what the inner space of the brain was, but he knew that things stored in the inner space of the brain were undetectable.

Besides, the things placed in the space are affected by him, though not significantly, at most creating a few cracks.

Using this, he started "smuggling" when he got a little older.

It's impossible to work in a factory. Assembly line workers are just consumables; they either die from overwork or from accidents.

Then they'll have no choice but to make a living by using their space.

It wasn't about transporting ice or anything like that; those things were legal before that era.

Luo Kunlun was transporting tiny, precision parts, data, hard drives, and the like.

He received a considerable reward for each completed order. Not cash, though; that kind of thing is completely useless.

The hard currencies after a nuclear war, such as clean water, medicine, and food, need no further explanation.

To enter the base city and become a citizen, one needs sufficient metal.

Copper, silver, iron, gold, or certain alloys, as well as metals such as lead and zinc, are used in manufacturing.

He had struggled on the edge of the wasteland for more than a decade and had accumulated a lot of metal. He thought that this job of delivering boxes would allow him to save enough metal to move into the base city, but he did not expect it to be a catastrophic disaster.

But who exactly is it that could carry out a bombing near a base city?

Lokunlun may never understand this question, because now he is a fifteen-year-old serf named "Loren".

Of course, the people on that planet called Water Blue Star will probably never figure out the reason behind it.

Then, fragments of memories belonging to this body flashed intermittently:

The serfs of Hand Manor in Ashenvale were kidnapped by bandits a month ago and imprisoned with others in this bandit's den deep in the mountains. They were forced to fetch water, chop wood, move timber, and serve the bandits day and night.

If they didn't do well, they would be beaten severely. Of course, sometimes the bandits would take their anger out on them when they were in a bad mood.

When a person reaches this state, it is as tragic as death.

The winter cold, constant hunger, heavy labor, and the occasional whippings by bandits had already worn down the boy's body.

Not long ago, the original owner of this body fainted from hunger and fell in the snow. After being kicked twice by bandits, he was dragged back to the cave by others, but ultimately he did not survive.

It was a winter night.

Inside the cave, the other dozen or so serfs lay on the ground, enjoying a rare moment of rest after a day's work.

Most of them were emaciated and had numb eyes, like walking corpses; some were even dead, just like the original owner of this body.

The cave was silent. Luo Kunlun, supporting himself against the cave wall, staggered to his feet. He could clearly feel the weakness of his body.

He was at most a little over 1.5 meters tall, his hands and feet were as thin as sticks, his stomach was growling with hunger, and he needed willpower to stand up.

But at the same time, he also noticed that the familiar storage space in his mind was still there.

Just like on the Blue Planet, it's the size of a fist and can store non-living objects.

The box is inside right now.

He didn't want to know, nor would he have known, what was inside the box back on Earth.

As a qualified, even excellent, "porter," he knew that some things were not to be seen.

This is something every "porter" should always remember: don't be too curious, keep your hands to yourself, and keep your mouth shut.

But now that they're in another world, there's nothing wrong with Luo Kunlun opening the box to see what's inside.

"The bombing of the train station is definitely related to what's in this box!"

Why would they send someone to deliver something that could cause a bombing? He's nothing but a rat in the gutter.

Coincidence? Probably not. No one would scheme against an insignificant nobody.

There's a saying that goes something like this: the world is a giant makeshift operation.

Given his current situation, he certainly wouldn't survive long in this bandit's den. Before he died, he could take a look at what kind of treasure could attract such a bombing.

The situation couldn't get any worse, and besides, what was inside might be the key to getting him out of his predicament.

It was already late at night, and the chill in the deep mountains was even more intense than during the day.

The bandits had long since gone to sleep, and only the occasional sound of patrolling footsteps could be heard outside the wooden fence.

The fate of the other serfs in the cave was unknown, while Luo Kunlun huddled in the innermost corner of the cave.

Leaning against the cold stone wall, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, he slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his mind.

A familiar sense of space emerges—in a storage space the size of a fist, the small black box brought from the Blue Planet lies quietly.

He concentrated, and with a thought, the box "fell" from the void into his palm.

The box felt cool to the touch, and the material seemed to be some kind of unknown alloy. The surface was smooth and without any marks, and there were no clasps.

Under normal circumstances, this box cannot be opened without some special means. When Luo Kunlun took the box from the man who looked like a drug addict, he even doubted that he could cut it open with a chainsaw.

But after cutting a few slits in the box, it becomes easy to open.

Luo Lun used his frozen fingers to feel the crack he had created, and with a gentle twist, the lid opened.

The faint moonlight shone through the cracks in the cave, illuminating the contents of the box: a transparent syringe no longer than a little finger.

It contained a silvery-white liquid that shimmered with a faint metallic luster under the moonlight. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that countless tiny specks of light, invisible to the naked eye, were slowly flowing within the liquid.

Is this what killed him?

Luo Kunlun frowned slightly. On Water Blue Star, he had heard of high-tech medical injections. Could this be it?

However, while that substance is precious, it is only relative; a single medical injection is unlikely to trigger a bombing.

But now is not the time to hesitate.

His more than ten years in the wasteland taught him that the unknown may be dangerous, but in this desperate situation, it may also be the only chance of survival.

Luo Kunlun removed the metal cap from the top of the injection, revealing a tiny needle. He took a deep breath, inserted the needle into his withered arm, and pressed the lever.

The silvery-white liquid was instantly injected into my body. There was no pain as I had imagined; only a slight coolness spread through my blood vessels.

It felt as if hundreds or thousands of ants were crawling all over his body, and after that feeling disappeared, Luo Lun heard strange noises.

"Space Research Institute's prototype nanomachine No. 0 is activated and will begin symbiosis with its host."