Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

In fact, he used 20 loop points to expand the system space to 1000 cubic meters.

The reason I was carrying a bag was to use it as a cover.

After all, you can't just conjure something out of thin air and then claim to be a magician; you need something to cover it up.

Wei Qingzhou hailed a taxi and headed to a remote township below Ancheng.

The real destination wasn't actually a town in a county, but a desolate mountain valley. The only sign of human presence was a dynamite factory a few hundred meters away.

The boy got off the car and stood on the overgrown open space. The wild grass, which was originally half a person tall, was flattened, and the dry, hard soil was covered with crisscrossing tire tracks.

In the center of the open space, there was a flat "small hill" covered with a blue waterproof tarpaulin, completely obscuring what was inside.

"Young Master Wan, you've arrived!"

A black van was parked on the dirt road next to the wasteland, with the four large white characters "Zhenxin Steel" printed on its body.

Manager Zheng jumped out of the passenger seat, holding a folder and a stack of delivery slips.

"Manager Zheng."

Wei Qingzhou nodded and took the delivery note from Manager Zheng.

"As you instructed, we worked day and night and finally finished the product. The other 50 tons of hot-rolled steel coils were replaced with 30 tons of hot-rolled steel coils that were readily available. We mobilized ten heavy trucks and made several trips to complete the entire process. Please take a look." Manager Zheng said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He looked around at the desolate, barren landscape, his expression indescribable. "But this place is quite remote. Young Master Wan, are you sure you want to leave the goods here? Waiting for a crane and truck to come in and pick them up will incur a considerable transportation cost."

"Just put it here."

Wei Qingzhou glanced at the delivery slip and then ripped off the blue waterproof tarpaulin.

"Splash!"

Wei Qingzhou took out a brand-new small safe from the system space and stuffed it under the bed.

He put a black-covered notebook, a coin, and a set of keys with room number labels into the safe, then covered them with old shoeboxes, badminton rackets, and other odds and ends.

After doing all this, he straightened up, took out the calligraphy he had written and framed beforehand, and hung it on the wall, in the same position as the poster of the goalkeeper of [Vard's Cape] that he had seen during his first dungeon run.

The calligraphy is a four-line poem in seven characters.

The handwriting is quite good, in cursive script, with a dynamic and elegant style, but it doesn't lack a certain beauty; it's just that most people can't understand it.

Wei Qingzhou admired the cursive script framed in glass and chuckled, "Everything is ready, except for the final touch."

"After making so many changes, the causal resonance... no, it should be called a symphony, shouldn't it begin to play now?"

"I wonder how big a splash it will make. I'm kind of looking forward to it."

A faint smile appeared on his lips. He crossed his arms behind his head, leaned against the bed, and closed his eyes slightly, waiting for the cause and effect of changing the "future" to be reflected back on his "past" self.

In the void, ripples of causality ripple.

A flood of familiar yet unfamiliar memories swept in like a tsunami.

……

Time and the world line have returned to their "original starting point".

【2026年6月10日6:25分】

The first morning after the college entrance examination ended.

While others might have just finished an all-nighter at an internet cafe, Wei Qingzhou was already preparing to enter the dungeon world and begin his first mission as a reincarnator.

"Everything is ready, except for the final push. Let's begin."

At the instant the countdown reached zero, a blinding white light, like a wave, swept in and instantly engulfed Wei Qingzhou's vision.

When his vision returned, Wei Qingzhou found himself sitting on the bed in his rented room, with a half-person-high outdoor backpack on his back and a fire axe in his hand.

This is his rented room, and also Blue Star at least a month and a half from now!

"The copy is actually my rented apartment?"

"It's kept quite clean; the furnishings haven't changed much."

"Wait... something seems different!"

He noticed a glass photo frame hanging on the opposite wall, directly opposite the bed.

The framed picture contained a yellowed sheet of Xuan paper with a seven-character poem written on it; he recognized the calligraphy.

Those are his own words!

"Having witnessed all the splendor, my dream remains unfulfilled; the bright moon shines before my bed on the clear autumn night. The depths of the human heart are unfathomable, yet a solitary, eerie light lingers beneath."

"After the college entrance exam, do I still have the leisure to practice calligraphy?"

"But this poem isn't very well written... It's an acrostic! The first character of each line, when put together, forms 'look, bed, under, below'... Look under the bed?!"