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

Shen Muyan arrived early the next morning.

He was holding a boat ticket, a gray work uniform, and a baseball cap.

Jiang Zhiyu took it and glanced at it. The ticket indicated that the ship would depart at 8 p.m., with a destination port. The work uniform had the words "Yongsheng" embroidered on the chest and a number printed on the back.

"Is the Yong Sheng your ship?"

"It's not mine, but I do own shares." Shen Muyan smiled. "Come on, I'll take you there."

The Yong Sheng wasn't large, but it was well-maintained, with a fresh coat of paint on the hull and a spotless deck. Shen Muyan led her up the gangway, where workers were already busy at work.

"Your role this time is as the ship's warehouse manager," Shen Muyan handed over a stack of supply lists. "Just follow along and pretend. There will be someone else handling the inventory; you don't need to actually do it."

Jiang Zhiyu flipped through the list; the contents were very simple, and she could remember them after reading them twice. She put the list in her pocket and nodded.

Shen Muyan pulled over another person next to him—a young woman wearing the same work uniform as Jiang Zhiyu, with her hair tied in a low ponytail. She had an ordinary appearance, the kind that you could easily disappear into a crowd.

But her eyes were clear, and she stood there neither humble nor arrogant.

"This is one of my trusted confidantes; you can rely on her. Let her come with you to the island."

Shen Muyan explained, "She's fluent in English. If you need anything related to language along the way, just ask her."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

r language.

She almost forgot about that.

She's fluent in English and speaks several dialects, but she really doesn't know any local dialect. She'd been so focused on preparing her identity, documents, and equipment that she'd completely overlooked the most basic thing.

【Don't worry, host, I'll scan you and make sure you know everything!】Seventeen bounced around happily in my mind.

Jiang Zhiyu silently replied, "A plenary session is a plenary session, but it's more reasonable to have a translator on the surface. After all, I'm not good at speaking, and it would be suspicious if I suddenly started speaking fluently."

She looked at the girl, then gave Shen Muyan an approving look: "Well done. I'd completely forgotten about that."

"Big brother, you must have a bad memory," Shen Muyan joked, then quickly stopped himself. "I'm your little brother, so I have to do my best for you."

"Alright, stop flattering me. It doesn't feel like your style at all; it's really awkward."

Shen Muyan awkwardly touched his nose and chuckled.

"Alright, I'm off now." He patted the railing, gestured towards the shore with his lip, and said, "If you need anything over there, contact me through the old channels."

He turned and descended the gangway, leaving decisively without looking back.

Jiang Zhiyu stood on the deck watching his figure disappear into the crowd of dockworkers before turning her gaze away and saying to the girl beside her, "Let's go."

The two entered the cabin.

Jiang Zhiyu hadn't expected the ship to have a small cabin—not large, with a narrow bed, a folding table, a chair, and a sink, but it was clean and tidy, even with plain-colored sheets. Compared to the twenty-hour hard-seat train ride she had just taken, it was heaven.

"These conditions are not bad." She put her backpack on the bed and looked around.

The girl followed him in and stood properly at the door.

What's your name?

"Miss, you can just call me Panqing."

"Okay, Panqing." Jiang Zhiyu sat down in the chair, looking her over. "You're fluent in Japanese, so how much do you know about the situation over there?"

A glint of light flashed in Pan Qing's eyes, and she immediately began to recount the details of Japan's major cities, transportation routes, social class structure, the relationship between trading companies and powerful clans, the daily habits of ordinary people, and social taboos...

He spoke quickly and in great detail, with clear logic, which clearly showed that it was not something he had just learned on the spot, but rather the result of many years of accumulation.

Jiang Zhiyu listened very attentively.

At the same time, a nearly imperceptible wisp of mental energy quietly probed out. This distance was enough for her to judge whether the other person's emotional fluctuations were genuine.

Why are you learning Japanese?

Pan Qing slowed down her speech.

"Because of my grandparents..." Her voice trailed off, as if she were suppressing something, "and my uncle. When I was very young, my dad told me that we were mortal enemies with Xiao Rizi."

She kept her head down, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the hem of her clothes.

"Every time the topic comes up, my dad touches the photos of my grandparents. My eldest uncle is in one of them. They were both killed by those people."

Her voice was calm, without any sobbing or even a choked tone, but that calmness was more heartbreaking than crying.

"So I learned Japanese. To learn their language, to understand everything about them. My dad said, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and one day you will be able to—'"

She paused, and didn't continue.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her face. That ordinary face was full of determination, and a sense of vicissitude far beyond her years.

"Where are you from?"

"My dad told me our ancestral home is in Northeast China," Pan Qing said, looking up. "But my dad was born in the South. Later, he moved to Southeast Asia, and finally came to Hong Kong Island through various connections."

Northeast. Southward. Southeast Asia. Hong Kong Island.

The family's migration route is a history of escape.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't press further. The feedback from her mental energy was very clear. Every word she said was true.

It's enough to know that this person isn't a bad person.

"Where do you live?" she asked.

"The crew cabin is downstairs. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything. I'll bring your meals up during mealtimes."

"How many days will this ship take?"

"Three to five days, depending on sea conditions."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

Pan Qing bowed, tiptoed out, and closed the door behind her.

The private room fell silent, with only the slight tremors of the ship and shouts coming from the distant dock.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the headboard, looking at the gray sea outside the porthole.

This was her first time on a boat since she came into this world.

It's strange, really—in my previous life during the apocalypse, I'd ridden all sorts of vehicles, but in this life I've ridden airplanes, trains, and trucks, yet this is the first time I've ever ridden a ship.

If Zhuge Yunhe hadn't repeatedly instructed her to enter the country with a legal identity, she would have teleported there long ago, given her personality.

But this isn't an emergency rescue, so going through official channels is safer. Once inside Japan, my identity will be verifiable, allowing me to act more freely.

It will arrive in three days.