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

Jiang Zhiyu slept soundly until dawn.

The sky outside the window was already bright, and rustling footsteps could be heard in the hotel corridor.

She turned over, opened her eyes, and felt a little dizzy.

Last night was so exhausting; after looting everything, she felt completely drained.

She reached up and wiped her face, then sat up.

Seventeen.

A clear, bright voice immediately popped into my mind.

"Host is awake!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, her voice slightly hoarse from just waking up.

"Is it all organized?"

"It's all organized, all organized! I haven't slept all night. Host, would you like to see the list?"

"look."

The space was neatly tidied up by Seventeen.

The items that were previously scattered here and there are now neatly arranged by category, with orderly rows and rows, and the classification logic is clear at a glance.

Seventeen tiny silver figures flew in mid-air, flapping their wings, looking rather smug.

"Host, let me read it to you."

"read."

"Let's start with the Sato family's study."

"Calligraphy, paintings, porcelain, and ornaments are all stored in the east warehouse."

"The classified documents in the darkroom are stored separately: over 400 complete sets of automobile blueprints, 176 sets of military blueprints for armored vehicles, 13 family transaction ledgers, and two large stacks each of large-denomination gold notes and overseas stocks. These classified materials must be handed over separately and cannot be mixed with antiques."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"Continue down."

"I've grouped all the gold and silver precious metals together in the northeast corner area."

With a flap of its seventeen small wings, it flew to the northeast corner of the space.

"The assets held by the Sato and Koizumi families are combined in the statistics."

"One hundred and eighty-four boxes of standard sealed gold bars, over two hundred and seventy boxes of silver ingots, and three hundred boxes of silver coins of various nationalities."

"Five sealed wooden boxes containing jewelry, complete sets of necklaces, rings, earrings, and antique silver hairpins, along with a full range of red, blue, and green gemstones and century-old pearl strands."

"A separate small safe contained old jewelry passed down through generations of women from both families; it was very old and the craftsmanship was quite unique."

Jiang Zhiyu hummed in agreement.

"then."

"Antiques and collectibles are now categorized into a separate section."

Seventeen flew to the other storage area.

"More than 300 ancient paintings and calligraphy works bearing the signatures of famous artists, the vast majority of which were looted from my country in earlier years."

"There are more than 360 pieces of antique porcelain in total, arranged separately for blue and white, famille rose, and plain white porcelain."

"There are about two hundred pieces in total, including bronze ritual vessels, antique lacquerware, and wooden carvings."

"These hosts can consult Shen Muyan to assess their market value. If they can sell them safely, they can sell them; if they can't be traded immediately, they can keep them in our space. Anyway, we don't lack space in our space."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"Now, the main event is about to begin."

Seventeen's tone suddenly became serious.

"Host, this is the Sato family's true trump card—a strategic asset."

"The root of the problem lies in that heavily fortified private military warehouse."

"Twelve categories of light and heavy rare earth high-purity metal ingots, covering all categories of essential military supplies, with a whole row of temperature-controlled sealed storage and transportation containers stockpiled for each category. Medium and heavy rare earths account for more than 70%, and all are globally controlled scarce military raw materials."

"The company has a complete stockpile of high-purity rare metal ingots: tungsten, molybdenum, nickel, and cobalt, all of which are fully purified finished products that can be directly supplied to the military for smelting."

"In addition, there are more than ten boxes of special military alloys developed in-house by our family laboratory. The formula is completely confidential, and I cannot scan the complete composition, but judging from the molecular structure, it is a high-temperature resistant special material used in fighter jets and missiles."

"This entire warehouse contains their family's entire private military strategic reserves."

Jiang Zhiyu's brow twitched slightly.

"I see."

No wonder so many people were deployed to guard that underground warehouse.

Precious metals, antiques, and jewelry may be valuable, but they are ultimately just assets. There's no need to build multiple layers of blast-proof fortifications and deploy armed ninjas to guard them.

What truly motivated them to invest heavily in defense was these small but strategic metals that could control the lifeline of the military industries of various countries.

"This batch of strategic materials must be kept separate; not a single bit can be mixed up or lost."

"Don't worry, host, I've already set up a separate, dedicated isolation area, storing it completely separately from the antiques and gold and silver."

Seventeen paused for a moment, then suddenly drew out the last syllable, keeping everyone in suspense.

"Then--"

Jiang Zhiyu sensed the awkwardness in its words.

"And then what?"

"You should take a look at the rest of these items yourself, host!"

Seventeen flew to the southwest corner of the space, her voice filled with obvious disdain.

Jiang Zhiyu followed.

On a whole shelf of storage, there was a pile of old objects that exuded a sinister aura.

A row of samurai swords of various lengths were arranged, the cloth strips wrapped around the hilts were already blackened and rotten, and their cold light was dull;

Several sets of old-fashioned samurai armor, with dark brown stains covering the breastplate area, making it impossible to tell whether they were old rust or dried bloodstains;

Seven or eight pale masks were placed on a wooden shelf, with red lips and empty eyes, and an eerie smile on their lips, making people's backs tense up when they looked at them;

What's most unsettling is the row of dolls against the wall, dressed in old-fashioned kimonos, with real human hair, and their dark, empty eyes staring straight ahead, as if they're staring at you.

A chill instantly ran down Jiang Zhiyu's neck.

Seventeen.

"what?"

"What are these things?"

A tiny mechanical sprite landed on her shoulder, its wings drooping listlessly.

"I received it by accident."

"I put it into my spatial storage. I only saw what it looked like last night when I was tidying up. Host, what should I do with this pile of stuff?"

Jiang Zhiyu took a half step forward to examine the doll, feeling a chill run down her spine. The doll's hair felt exactly like a real person's.

"Do they worship these things year-round?"

"The incense ash in the burner was still warm, clearly indicating that someone worships it every day."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips twitched, utterly perplexed.

"How can you sleep soundly at night if you're worshipping something like this every day?"

"That's right!" Seventeen shook his metal wings.

Jiang Zhiyu walked around the samurai armor, staring at the dark red mark on the breastplate, her brows furrowed tightly.

"This armor must have been stained with a lot of blood back then."

"That's right, I scanned it and there was blood residue." Seventeen sighed.

"What about the mask?"

"The masks are even more sinister," Seventeen said in a low, mechanical voice. "In their local custom, the more famous a warrior wore a mask, the more sought after it is. These masks retain a strong, ominous aura."

Jiang Zhiyu looked away in disgust, unwilling to look any longer.

"Get rid of them all."

"Huh? Just throw it away?" Seventeen was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, not a single one will be left."

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and avoided the doll area, preparing to leave the space.

"You are in charge of handling this: burn the dolls on the spot, burn every last hair of the real person; melt the samurai armor and swords at high temperatures, and let the remaining iron sink into the deep sea; smash and crush all the masks, leaving not a single fragment."

Seventeen flapped its wings lightly, its face showing complete agreement.

"Host is wise! I've found it disgusting for a long time!"

Jiang Zhiyu exited the consciousness space and let out a long sigh.

She picked up the enamel mug and took a big gulp of cold water, when she suddenly remembered something important.

Seventeen.

"Hmm? What do you mean, host?"

"Can you activate long-distance entropy anchor teleportation now and send me directly back to Gansu Province in China?"

The small silver robot in the space stopped flapping its wings and answered hesitantly.

"Not at the moment."

"What happened?"

"Last night I swept through three major families in one go. Last time I came here, it used up most of my energy. I have to wait until my energy is fully replenished before I can go back."

"How long will it take to recover?"

"Two days!" Seventeen replied after careful calculation. "After two days, the energy will be fully replenished, and we can directly anchor to the Gansu Province base for teleportation."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded gently, without any impatience.

"Then I'll rest for two days. I'm going out for a stroll."

"Take advantage of these two free days to thoroughly clean up that pile of evil ritual artifacts."

"Yes, host! I've got your back!"

The blue energy crystal on Seventeen's chest suddenly lit up, and it became exceptionally proactive in dealing with these evil spirits.