With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

When Song Bingzheng received the call from his former boss, he was in his study reading documents.

On the other end of the phone, the old leader's voice wasn't loud, but Song Bingzheng knew immediately from the serious tone that things were not simple.

"Old Song, have that girl come here."

Then he said something that startled Song Bingzheng:

"Zhuge Yunhe has arrived; he wants to see her."

Zhuge Yunhe?!

That old bastard!

Song Bingzheng put down the phone, his expression incredibly complex—first surprise, then annoyance, and finally a helpless resignation.

He knew he couldn't cover it up.

No matter how well that girl hides her abilities, it's impossible to keep them secret when she encounters someone like Zhuge Yunhe. That old man can calculate almost anything with a few simple calculations—just look at the old leader's serious attitude, and he knows this matter is not simple.

He sighed, walked out of the study, and said to the person outside, "Go and call Zhiyu downstairs to answer the phone."

---

Jiang Zhiyu was somewhat surprised when she received the call.

Why would her former boss call her?

On the other end of the phone, the old leader didn't say much, only, "Girl, come over, I need to discuss something with you."

She didn't think much of it, assuming that the supplies stored in the cave had been delivered and that her former leader wanted to confirm the follow-up matters with her.

After finishing the call, she went upstairs to change her clothes. When she came out, the Jeep was already waiting at the door.

They arrived at Xishan Sanatorium with ease.

---

The old leader sat alone in the conference room.

Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the door and bowed to the old leader.

The old leader waved his hand, gesturing for her to sit down.

Jiang Zhiyu sat down. This time, she wasn't as nervous as last time—having been here twice, she was already somewhat familiar with the place.

The old leader looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly spoke:

"Girl, I called you here today to meet someone."

His tone was slower than usual, as if he was carefully choosing each word:

"You probably know that our country has a special department. People outside the country basically don't know about it; those who do are mostly from the central government—it's called the Second State Archives Administration."

Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyebrows slightly.

She had never heard of this name before.

The former leader continued, "Their former bureau chief, Zhuge Yunhe, wants to meet you."

He paused, then added, "That old guy is skilled in many things, including Qimen Dunjia and Feng Shui divination, among other things."

Jiang Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat.

Deduction?

Her expression darkened slightly, and her defenses instantly tightened.

Could it be that he figured out his origins? Did he realize he possessed a spatial dimension?

Jiang Zhiyu deeply disliked this feeling of being completely understood. In her previous life during the apocalypse, the reason she survived for so long was because no one knew her trump cards. Once her trump cards were exposed, it was tantamount to handing her life over to someone else.

The old leader was very perceptive and immediately noticed that the young girl's face had darkened.

He took a breath and said earnestly:

"Girl, don't worry. He's not looking for anything of yours."

"He can predict some things, and he can't predict others. He didn't tell me the specifics, and I didn't ask."

He looked into Jiang Zhiyu's eyes and said earnestly:

"If you want to see him, he's waiting outside right now. You two can meet. If you don't want to, I won't force you. This country is too big; some things can't just be left to the most capable people to handle."

After hearing these words, Jiang Zhiyu's alarm bells were not silenced, but the tension eased slightly.

She understood the implication in her old leader's words—Zhuge Yunhe was looking for her not because he was interested in her spatial abilities, but because he had a favor to ask.

Otherwise, the old leader wouldn't have said something like, "We can't just keep pushing the capable people to take on the responsibilities."

Why not give it a listen?

If that person only coveted her abilities or her space—

Her expression turned cold, and a chilling glint flashed in her eyes.

The old leader noticed the fleeting coldness in her eyes and patted her on the shoulder:

"Don't be nervous, it's not a bad thing. It's just a bit of a hassle for you."

---

At this moment, in Jiang Zhiyu's mind, Seventeen was screaming wildly:

"Host! This country is truly full of hidden talents! Someone actually managed to predict your future! This person must be a powerful being! Wait—this place is so lacking in spiritual energy, yet someone still understands these things?"

Jiang Zhiyu thought to herself, "The world is full of wonders. There are plenty of talented people out there; a lack of inspiration doesn't mean there aren't people with great talent."

Seventeen thought about it and agreed.

The fact that someone with such great fortune as her host could appear in this world shows that all previous common sense cannot be judged by ordinary reason.

---

Just then, the door was pushed open.

An elderly man with white hair and a youthful face walked in.

Zhuge Yunhe.

When Jiang Zhiyu first saw him, she felt a slight chill—this old man had a very special aura. It wasn't the oppressive feeling that comes with high positions and authority, but rather a kind of... indescribable clarity, like looking at a mountain through the fog, where you can see everything, yet nothing is clear at all.

When Zhuge Yunhe saw Jiang Zhiyu, he was slightly taken aback.

Then, he nodded in satisfaction.

"good."

He only said this one word, then walked over and sat down opposite Jiang Zhiyu, getting straight to the point:

"Young lady, I apologize for inviting you here, but I have a pressing matter I need your help with."

Jiang Zhiyu relaxed a little when she heard that he had something to ask of her.

Zhuge Yunhe noticed the change in her expression and smiled:

"Don't worry, although I'm skilled in divination, I can't always be accurate—it requires too much effort. I only ask for your help when I foresee that the nation will receive great fortune and when a natural disaster will strike."

Big earthquake——

Jiang Zhiyu's mind went blank for a moment, as if she had been struck by lightning.

She remembered.

A historical event that has been repeatedly remembered by later generations—the great earthquake.

She had read that page in her history textbook countless times before she traveled back in time, and each time she read it, she felt a tightness in her chest. The devastation of that disaster, behind every number were countless lives lost.

At that moment, Zhuge Yunhe's words awakened all those memories in her.

Who is Zhuge Yunhe? He immediately caught the little girl's momentary realization—a look of confirmation that wasn't just "hearsay."

He felt even more strongly that this girl was no ordinary person.

"Neither my former leader nor I intended to pry into your secrets," Zhuge Yunhe softened his tone. "The scale of this natural disaster surpasses anything seen in history."

---

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu's expression completely relaxed.

It wasn't that the other party didn't covet her secrets—although Zhuge Yunhe had indeed said he wouldn't pry, she could at least believe 70% of what such a person said. Rather—she had found an opportunity to help.

She had read about that massive earthquake countless times in her past life's history. If she could do anything, even just evacuate some people or transport some supplies in advance—

She looked at Zhuge Yunhe, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

Seeing that the girl had finally relaxed, Zhuge Yunhe smiled and patted his knee.

"Look, we've been talking the whole time since we met, and I haven't even introduced myself."

"I used to be the director of the Second State Archives Administration. Now I've retired and live behind the scenes, discussing national affairs, but I basically don't concern myself with the administration's internal matters anymore."

"There aren't any people in the bureau with mysterious abilities like you. Most of them are either practitioners of metaphysics, beginners in martial arts, or those using technology."

He looked into Jiang Zhiyu's eyes, his tone becoming serious:

"I've calculated that you have an extraordinary background. You are also a person of great destiny in this world, even capable of influencing the fate of our nation."

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback.

She stared blankly at Zhuge Yunhe.

The fate of the nation?

she?

Zhuge Yunhe noticed her surprise and softened his tone:

"Girl, you don't need to be surprised. Some people are born with a different mission."

He paused for a moment, then stated his purpose:

"I have a protégé named Zhong Dingwen, who is now the director of the Second State Archives Administration. I've also heard about your family's situation from my former superior—so, would you be willing to join our department?"

---

Jiang Zhiyu thought of her parents who still lived in the countryside, hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head.

"I still have things to take care of."

She frankly admitted, "Besides, I'm a free-spirited person, not suited to working a regular job in this kind of organization."

Zhuge Yunhe smiled, not surprised at all—if he were that girl, he wouldn't want to either.

"You're mistaken. This isn't a department for working."

He waved his hand: "There are only a few people on duty at the station each day. It sounds like there are a lot of people, but not a single one stays at the station. They're all running around all over the place."

"Since you don't want to hold a position there—then you can just have a nominal post, okay? An unofficial staff member."

He thought about it and came up with a more suitable position:

"How about a special consultant position? No fixed office hours, no clocking in or out, contact me if needed, otherwise feel free to do as you please."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk about it after this matter is over. I'll get back to you after I've settled my parents in, okay?"

Zhuge Yunhe laughed heartily: "Good, good, good! But this matter will take more than a month, so you should take care of things at home first."

He took out a small notebook, quickly wrote a few lines, tore it off, and handed it to Jiang Zhiyu:

"I'll put you on the list first, so it'll be easier to find you later."

Jiang Zhiyu took it and saw that it contained a connection method and a code.

She looked at it, folded it neatly, and put it in her pocket.

---

On the way back from the sanatorium, Jiang Zhiyu leaned back in the jeep seat, watching the scenery rushing past the window, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

There really are always people more capable than you, and mountains beyond mountains.

This is why she didn't dare use her supernatural abilities easily after arriving in Kyoto. No matter which world you go to, there are always talented people—and that's only if they're willing to come out of seclusion. I've heard that some truly capable people stay deep in the mountains year after year and never come out.

She thought to herself, "This world is indeed not simple."

Seventeen nodded: "There are such people. These people linger outside the secular world and rarely get involved in worldly affairs. But host—he said you're linked to the fate of this country, what do you think of that?"

Jiang Zhiyu scratched her head: "Then won't I have to do even more for this country in the future?"

Seventeen pondered for a moment, then said, "Host, this is up to you. These things are mysterious and profound. True help comes from the heart, not from something done deliberately for some reason. The meaning of doing things for the sake of the nation's destiny is completely different from doing things from one's heart."

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Yes.

She took out those equipment and those supplies not because the fate of this country was tied to hers, but because she wanted to do it. She had witnessed the horrors of the apocalypse, seen people starve, freeze, and die of disease—so she couldn't bear to see this bustling prosperity vanish completely.

Only what comes from one's heart is the right path.

It wasn't for any cause or effect, nor for the fate of the nation; it was simply because she wanted to do it, so she did it.

Outside the window, the setting sun painted the horizon a golden-red hue.

The jeep drove towards the compound in the twilight. Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes and smiled slightly.

She suddenly felt very at ease.