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

"Buzz—"

The muffled sound still reverberated deep within the space.

Jiang Zhiyu lowered her eyelids and slipped into the space.

Upon entering the space.

She was stunned.

Everything in the space was the same as before.

The center of the space

Seventeen has changed.

The round, glowing sphere that used to be there is gone.

The soft aura of energy has completely faded away.

Instead of—

It is a tiny, intricately designed mechanical figure, about the size of an adult's palm.

Its metal shell gleamed silver-gray, the seams at the joints were perfectly aligned, and a small, glassy crystal on its chest shimmered with a deep blue light.

A pair of wings spread behind them—

It looks like it's made up of countless extremely thin, unknown metal feathers pressed together, with edges gleaming with a cold silver light.

The wings fluttered slightly...

"Whoosh—"

It emitted a soft, metallic scraping sound, as crisp as a wind chime.

Jiang Zhiyu blinked.

"What is this?"

Space Armor? Or an exoskeleton robot?

The first thing that popped into her mind wasn't any vocabulary that should exist in the 1970s, but rather illustrated guides to high-dimensional civilization relics that had circulated in previous apocalyptic worlds.

"Seventeen"

Jiang Zhiyu's voice trembled slightly:

"How did you end up looking like this?"

The little robot circled once, then "whooshed" to her, placed its two tiny hands on its hips, and with a "whoosh," folded its wings—

"Host!"

"I've completed the upgrade!"

Its voice was full of smugness:

This is what I look like now!

"Isn't it—super cool!"

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent and slowly walked half a circle around it.

Wings, joints, crystal core.

Each piece had a structure she had never seen before.

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

The prototype of Seventeen was probably not a product of this era.

---

The little robot spun around proudly in front of her, its wings flapping and folding with a "whoosh":

"Host, host—"

"You still haven't asked me what other skills I gained besides being handsome after this upgrade?"

Jiang Zhiyu's lips twitched slightly, matching its tone:

"Oh? What new skills have you gained?"

The little robot stood with its hands behind its back, speaking clearly and distinctly:

"Targeted teleportation."

Jiang Zhiyu paused slightly.

"What?"

"Targeted teleportation!"

Seventeen was so proud that his wings were trembling:

"From now on, every place you go—we can assign it an anchor point."

"Next time you want to go there, all you need to do is have a thought."

It clapped its two little hands together:

We're almost there!

Jiang Zhiyu did not speak immediately.

Her gaze lingered on Seventeen's pair of silver wings for a long time.

Transmit.

Teleportation still requires distance limitations.

This is teleportation in the truest sense.

A deeply restrained tremor ran through her heart.

This is no longer a superpower.

This is……

Is it a teleportation array that only appears in cultivation novels? Or is it some kind of interstellar high technology?

---

Seeing that she hadn't responded for a while, Seventeen jumped in front of her anxiously again:

"Host—host, what are you thinking about?"

"Aren't you stunned by my handsomeness?"

Jiang Zhiyu snapped out of her daze, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and a genuine glimmer of light appeared in her eyes:

Are there any distance restrictions?

"No!"

The little robot puffed out its chest, its voice booming as if giving a report:

"Entropy Anchor Teleportation"

It paused for a moment, then explained seriously:

"These four words popped up automatically in the program after I upgraded."

"It means to anchor at a location—to set it as an anchor point."

"Next time we can just teleport there."

"No longer limited to teleporting only thirty kilometers at a time!"

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seventeen continues:

"Any place I've ever been before, any place you took me to."

"Anchor points can be made now!"

Jiang Zhiyu finally showed a slight smile.

She lowered her eyes and considered for a moment:

Places I've been

Port City, Country M, Simple Life...

These are the furthest places.

Seventeen's eyes (actually, it was the blue crystal on his chest) lit up with a "pop":

"Should we give it a try?"

"We should try."

Jiang Zhiyu did not hesitate.

She wouldn't feel at ease unless she tried it herself, given her incredible ability.

She raised her hand and flashed out of the space.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes, a flash of silver light swept across the top of her head—

Seventeen followed.

The little robot flapped its wings and hovered three inches above her shoulder.

-

Jiang Zhiyu paused slightly.

The little silver robot in front of me flew onto my shoulder—

The scene felt strangely incongruous.

She lowered her voice:

"You're able to come out?"

"Ugh!" Seventeen flapped its little wings angrily.

Can others see you?

"No, no, no—" the little robot waved its hands repeatedly.

"Only you can see it. Bound by this world, only the host can see it!"

"Others—"

It raised its little head and thought about it seriously:

"They can't see me, and they can't hear me."

"..." Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned as if remembering something:

"What about someone like Zhuge Yunhe?"

"Those of them, with their metaphysical background—"

The little robot's tone became serious:

"I can sense your energy, but I can't see your specific form or hear your voice."

"At most, they know there's something around you, but they can't tell what it is."

Jiang Zhiyu's brow relaxed, then furrowed again:

"Try to go out as little as possible."

Seventeen's wings drooped with a "thud":

"oh……"

You flew beside me

Jiang Zhiyu said seriously:

"It feels weird."

"Waaah—"

The little robot let out a pitiful snort, and its wings flapped with a "whoosh"—

It then "whooshed" back into the space.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled slightly. Even though the little system has been upgraded, it's still so easy to fool.

---

She sat on the edge of the bed, gently tapping her knees twice with her fingers.

Where should I go for my first try?

I mentally relived the distant places I had visited.

Country M...

It would be best to visit my maternal grandparents and uncles, but there's nothing urgent at the moment, so we can go later.

but--

Seventeen immediately followed in his mind:

"Host, host, host!"

I'm really looking forward to it too!

"Shall we go take a look?"

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head.

Not in a hurry.

She tapped her knee again with her fingertip:

"Go to your quiet life."

Seventeen exclaimed "Ah!"

"Go live a quiet life?"

"Hmm." Jiang Zhiyu's eyes darkened slightly.

"I've been wanting to see the Yin-Yang Bureau and the Fukuda family for a while now. What interesting things will happen in the Upper M country?"

Seventeen's little wings fluttered in her mind, making her spin around excitedly:

"Go! Go! Go!"

"I also want to anchor at the first point as soon as possible."

"If only we could set an anchor point for our everyday lives."

It clicked its tongue a few times:

"From now on, we can go whenever we want and leave whenever we want. There's nothing better than this!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled:

Where should the anchor point be set?

"Host, you speak!"

"You name a place, and we'll teleport there!"

Jiang Zhiyu lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment.

The underground vault of the Yin-Yang Bureau.

That's the dungeon where Xu Yunzi was imprisoned.

The location is secluded, surrounded by stone walls on all sides.

During the day, almost no one comes near.

The teleportation was very discreet.

Even if she were to be discovered, she could still teleport away again.

Absolutely foolproof.

"The basement of the Yin-Yang Bureau."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded:

"Right there."

"receive!"

Seventeen's voice resonated in my mind like a trumpet:

"Host, close your eyes."

Let's go!

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath.

Eyelashes droop.

next moment

All the light and shadow before my eyes were swallowed up by the silver light with a "whoosh".

The feeling of weightlessness was suddenly pulled away from my heart.

The world spun around in less than a breath.

"Clang"

Her back was firmly pressed against a cold, rough stone wall.

Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes.

It was pitch black all around.

There was a very faint, unfamiliar scent of sandalwood mixed with a musty smell in the air.

We've arrived at the Yin-Yang Bureau dungeon.