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

Some things are better left unsaid.

Jiang Zhiyu was just thinking about the lab yesterday, and today Zhuge Yunhe called her into the command room.

"You've been loitering around for two days now," Old Zhuge said, sitting behind the table with an enamel mug in his hand. "The old boss called, wanting you to return to Beijing."

He gestured towards the window with his lip: "Look, see that helicopter outside? It was sent specifically for you. Pack your things and let's go."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced out the window and saw a military helicopter parked on an open space not far away, its rotor still slowly turning.

"I still have some follow-up work to handle," Zhuge Yunhe put down his enamel mug. "I estimate we'll meet again in Beijing soon. It's time for me to relinquish my burden; this time, this old man has been incredibly busy."

He paused, his tone now tinged with genuine satisfaction: "But this time, we really did a great job. In terms of personnel, we had about a third less than expected."

He held up a finger and shook it: "Don't underestimate this third; that's a lot of lives. And there aren't many seriously injured—do you know how many disabled people this reduces?"

Jiang Zhiyu was also somewhat relieved.

Yes, she remembered the original numbers. That chilling death toll was etched into her mind before she even transmigrated. And now, that number was down by a third.

For the first time, she had an exceptionally clear understanding of her own existence in this world—it was as if she, too, had come with a mission. And that mission was not merely to survive.

She waved to Zhuge Liang and turned to leave the command room.

-

She greeted Ji Buzhi first. Ji Buzhi was squatting at the tent entrance, eating a steamed bun. Hearing that she was leaving, he jumped up before he had even finished chewing his bun: "You're leaving just like that? You must take me with you next time!"

"knew."

Then we went to the tent area to say goodbye to Jiang Feng and his two siblings.

Jiang Feng, still acting like a little adult, stood in front of her younger brother. When she heard that Jiang Feng was leaving, her lips were tightly pursed. She didn't cry, but her eyes were red. Her younger brother didn't understand much; he only knew that "Sister Jiang" was leaving. He clung to her leg and wouldn't let go. In the end, Jiang Feng had to pull her brother back.

"Sister Jiang will come back to see us." Jiang Feng's voice was soft, but firm.

Jiang Zhiyu patted his head: "Yes, definitely."

She went to see Song Yanzhou the day she returned, but he had already gone back to Shanghai. So there was no need to say goodbye to him.

-

Once aboard the helicopter, the cabin door closed, the fuselage gave a slight jolt, and it lifted off the ground.

She turned her head to look out the window.

Below is the resettlement area of ​​Dachengshan, bustling with people. Tents stand one after another, and newly built houses are erected one after another. The figures of workers on the scaffolding grow smaller and smaller until they become tiny black dots.

This trip to Dacheng Mountain really made her feel a stronger sense of belonging.

It wasn't because of how many people she saved or how much she did, but because she saw these people, these ordinary people rebuilding their homes on the ruins. They didn't need superpowers or special abilities; they only needed one belief to get by.

And she just happens to be able to make this path easier for them.

-

The helicopter landed at a military airport on the outskirts of Beijing.

As soon as the hatch opened, she saw someone she never expected.

Secretary Li.

The people who used to work with her former boss actually came to pick her up in person.

"What urgent matter has the high-ranking leader summoned me for?" she asked as she jumped out of the helicopter. "Why did you come to pick me up personally? I'm quite flattered."

Secretary Li smiled and said, "The big boss needs to see you. Get in the car."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't refuse and got into the car. The journey was smooth and they drove directly to the sanatorium.

The old leader is practicing calligraphy in his study.

The Xuan paper covered most of the table, the ink still wet. Seeing Jiang Zhiyu enter, he put down his brush, smiled, and waved: "Little girl, you've done a great job again!"

He pulled up a chair for her to sit down, and looked her up and down. "You did so well this time, tell me, what do you want?"

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head: "There's really nothing I want."

The old leader raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment, then seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lighting up slightly: "Then I'll ask you to help me find a few items."

She told Shen Muyan about the information he had found on Li Laitou, the local tyrant in Gansu Province, who had several items unearthed along with the bronze tripod, and what their current whereabouts and possible prices were.

"If it's a purchase, I'll pay. I want the items he has."

The old leader took the form that Jiang Zhiyu had casually written, glanced at it, and then handed it to Secretary Li next to him.

"I heard it just now; this is the first time the girl has spoken. Make sure this matter is handled properly."

Secretary Li nodded solemnly.

Seventeen popped into Jiang Zhiyu's mind: [Host! You're amazing! This is so effortless! Now we can just sit back and wait to collect those items!]

Don't worry, Seventeen, just wait to level up.

Seventeen immediately went to manage the space, and that feeling of "having energy but nowhere to use it" came back to her.

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head, somewhat amused.

Seeing her shake her head, the old leader asked, "What's wrong? Not satisfied?"

"No, I'm just extremely satisfied."

"That's good." The old leader leaned back in his chair, his tone becoming more casual. "Our lab is almost finished. I called you over, firstly to let you check on the progress, and secondly—"

He paused, a meaningful glint in his eyes, typical of an elder: "That old man, Song Bingzheng, comes over every day nagging me. He says you two have been in the dating process for so long, whether you should get engaged or married depends on your wishes. He complains that I sent you on a mission, which has delayed things for so long. They miss you too."

Jiang Zhiyu's face flushed slightly.

"What I mean is," the old leader continued, "while the lab is still under construction, you can take care of your personal matters if you want. I know my own health; I'd like to take advantage of this last bit of time to join in the fun too."

He looked at her: "What are you thinking, girl?"

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent for a few seconds.

"I have no objection," her voice was lower than usual, "I've just been so busy..."

Song Yanzhou's face flashed through her mind. And the longing look in his eyes every time he looked at her—he was clearly a tough soldier, but in front of her, he always had a kind of cautious, persistent look, as if afraid she would run away.

He waited for her for so long.

It's time to put this man at ease.

Upon hearing this, the former leader smiled and said, "That's fine then. I'll call Lao Song and have him arrange it."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

She hadn't expected her former boss to pry into her personal life, and felt a little embarrassed. But the thought of getting married soon gave her a surreal feeling, as if yesterday she was a lone survivor in a post-apocalyptic world, and today someone was waiting for her to come home and someone was arranging her wedding.

She looked down at her fingers, a slight smile playing on her lips.

While Shiqi was busy in the space, Jiang Zhiyu sat in her old leader's study, with the early summer sun shining through the window in Beijing.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.