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

"Thank you, Lao Ji!"

Wei Qingzhou clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully to the supplies inside the room.

Although it was a safe house prepared by his "future self," he locked the door first, as was his habit, and then checked and familiarized himself with the house.

Pulling back a corner of the curtains, I discovered that the windows were all fitted with newly reinforced security grilles, the mesh so fine that even mutated cockroaches couldn't get in.

In addition, he also found a wooden box and a safe.

The wooden box contained solid small steel coils of varying sizes, more than enough to deal with ordinary evil spirits or even malevolent entities.

The safe contained gold bars and a piece of paper.

The boy weighed the heavy gold bar in his hand, his heart pounding. He took several breaths to calm himself down. "Old Ji, we don't need gold in the apocalypse. I just need to survive for three days and complete the mission... I understand!"

He clapped his hands and instantly understood the intention of his "future self".

"Bring gold back to this world as seed money?"

Wei Qingzhou then picked up the paper that had been placed with the gold.

The paper contained the rules and methods for betting on sports lottery, as well as the win and loss scores for each World Cup match.

"As expected of me, you've thought of everything. You've made two preparations in terms of funds, including gold and sports lottery."

Thinking of this, Wei Qingzhou exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly sat down on the sofa to calm himself down.

In fact, before entering the dungeon world, he had already made all sorts of bad plans, such as facing harsh environments, being ambushed by zombies, and personally experiencing bloody battles.

But... he was directly cared for like a baby by his "future self".

"Old Ji, you spoil me too much. Don't you put any pressure on me at all?"

"I don't believe these three days were just a vacation for me."

"There must be other arrangements!"

Wei Qingzhou knew himself too well, so he took out his black notebook and turned to page five.

Surprised? Unexpected? A safe environment, abundant food, and enough water to luxuriously bathe—but you're not here for a vacation these three days. There's something you… or rather, my past self, had to do: temper your will and enhance your mental attributes through visualization!

The tone of the text changed from "you" to "me".

It seems to be telling the other person, and to oneself, that you and I are just on different timelines, not two completely unrelated people.

You are me, and I am you!

Whether we suffer or enjoy happiness, we are all one!

Wei Qingzhou smiled and said, "I knew there's no such thing as a free lunch, even if it's lunch you prepare for yourself. But... Lao Ji, how could I not understand what you're trying to say?"

He continued reading.

The method written in the notebook is very simple: look out the window at the sky.

You can only look at it once, never look at it again!

This sentence is circled in red.

You'll faint on the spot after watching it.

The duration of coma is related to resistance to pollution, the level of mental attributes, and the amount of sanity.

In the initial timeline, Wei Qingzhou glanced at the Sky Rift Abyss and immediately fell into a deep sleep for twenty-four hours.

The notebook also summarizes the segmented symptoms after a decrease in SAN value, as well as methods to restore SAN value.

Visualization technique!

Visualize the things you believe in, and let them eradicate their defilement within the sea of ​​consciousness!

At the end of page five, an additional sentence was added: "The mattress has been prepared for you; when you fall down, it's better to fall onto the mattress than to fall directly onto the floor."

"666!"

"Old Ji, you're so thoughtful."

Putting away his black notebook, Wei Qingzhou began to prepare. He dragged the mattress to the wall, then stood by the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, leaned forward, and glanced at the sky.

The Sky Rift Abyss!

A "rift valley abyss" that tore the entire sky apart!

It was filled with countless eyes of all sizes.

They are rolling, their gaze like sunlight, shining upon the earth and ocean of the blue planet!

Just one glance.

Wei Qingzhou "fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow".

When he woke up, he was lying on the mattress, experiencing auditory hallucinations, dizziness, nausea, palpitations, and intense fear... a whole host of negative symptoms rushed over him.

He didn't panic at all. He got up and sat cross-legged on the mattress, facing upwards, trying his best to calm his mind and visualize the object of his belief to expel the evil spirit that was corrupting his spirit.

"It's good to be young. You can fall asleep as soon as you hit the bed, unlike me, who has a splitting headache even with a comfort stone as my pillow and can't sleep all night."

Just as Wei Qingzhou was about to enter a meditative state, he heard a deep and magnetic voice in his ear and was suddenly startled.

A splitting headache?

Did Liu Bei suffer from headaches?

The black notebook mentions several auditory and visual hallucinations he frequently experiences, such as a chair filled with blood, Liu Bei, and ghosts singing and dancing. In response, Wei Qingzhou from the "future" offers a "four-word mantra"—ignore them.

"Boy, why aren't you responding? I have a question for you. A good answer will be rewarded with ten thousand coins!" The auditory hallucination rang out again, "Do you prefer young girls or married women?"

"My advice to those who like married women is to avoid taking ten years of detours."

「!?」

Damn!

It's the Prime Minister!

Ignore it!!

The first meditation session was naturally difficult, not to mention the interference of auditory hallucinations.

The young man overcame numerous difficulties and finally succeeded in his visualization. Wielding the weapon of faith, he became like a war god, wreaking havoc in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, his consciousness finally returned to clarity.

He opened his eyes, finished his breathing exercises, and seemed to be in good spirits.

But when he recalled the feeling of looking directly into someone's eyes, the goosebumps on the back of his head still stood on end.

"Is that an evil god?"

"I could sense a pure malice, and even without eye contact, there was an indescribable terror."

Just thinking about it makes my sanity drop by a few percentage points!

Wei Qingzhou shook his head, quickly shifting his attention to dispel the gloom that shrouded his heart: "The attribute panel hasn't been unlocked yet, but my mental attribute should have increased by 2 points."

"Treat yourself first, then continue!"

He got up to stretch his stiff body, then began to wash up and prepare food.

The safe house contains toothpaste, toothbrush, and towel.

Large water bottles are enough.

I lit the portable gas stove, heated up a can of braised beef, added a can of black bean dace, and made a bowl of self-heating rice. Then I took out my phone and started eating while reading an offline novel.

In short, it's still pretty good.

After a hearty meal, he stood by the window again, took a deep breath, then drew back the curtains and glanced at the Sky Rift.

I'm going back to sleep!

After falling into a coma for the second time, I woke up, meditated, my sanity was fully restored, washed up, and ate.

The mental attribute has increased by two points.

Wei Qingzhou glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall. Last time he was unconscious for 22 hours, this time he was unconscious for 20 hours. He had improved.

However, after two bouts of unconsciousness and recovery through meditation, he doesn't have much time left.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

There were no muscular teddy bears, no cat-faced old ladies; the young man calmly and peacefully cultivated his mental attributes.

"It's time to go."

Wei Qingzhou emptied all the miscellaneous items out of his backpack.

Fire axes, first-aid kits, and compressed biscuits were never used.

But he believed that in the original timeline, these carefully prepared items must have come in handy.