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

After returning from Shanghai, she thought jet lag would be tough, but she slept soundly that night.

I don't want to sleep at all right now.

But this is the quietest time of year in Europe.

She got dressed, walked to the window, and parted the curtains a crack. The old church bell tower stood quietly in the twilight, a few dim streetlights were lit sporadically, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

Seventeen.

Jiang Zhiyu tapped her finger on the windowpane.

"I want to stir things up."

"I just don't know what to do."

Seventeen's wings flapped twice in her mind, and a sentence drifted out slowly.

"Host."

"Have you forgotten what they steal the most over here?"

Jiang Zhiyu turned her head away.

"What?"

"They're our cultural treasures!" Seventeen's tone held a hint of gritted teeth. "Don't forget, in their museums, our own artifacts are the real crown jewels."

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze slowly darkened.

That heaviness wasn't anger or excitement, but a sense of powerlessness in the face of history.

She stood quietly by the window for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"you're right."

"Let's take our things back first," she said softly. "Once things settle down here, the news will naturally come out."

"Those two bronze artifacts, wherever they were hidden, might just float up with the water."

"You're so clever, host." Seventeen's wings immediately flapped rapidly.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyebrows twitched.

"Then tonight."

"Let's go to the biggest museum around here."

The blue crystal of the seventeen-year-old suddenly lit up.

"Host, host, that's no small number." It lowered its voice by half a tone, "Just from our own country alone, there are over 23,000 items there."

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow.

"So many?"

"Yes," Seventeen said, suppressing his anger. "Of the more than two thousand items displayed in the outer exhibition hall, the rest are in the warehouse."

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent for a long time.

The nearest streetlight outside the window flickered twice.

She turned around, leaned against the windowsill, and crossed her arms.

"Then let's bring them home tonight."

Seventeen's wings hovered in mid-air.

"But host, even if these things are brought back to the country, they can't be exhibited now."

"The moment we showed up, people would immediately know we took it."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"I know."

Her voice was flat.

"I'm not that assertive yet. If I force it, I'll get scolded."

"So you mean...?"

"Wait until Old Man Qian's new laboratory is built." Jiang Zhiyu's gaze drifted to the gray rooftops outside the window.

"Develop stealthily."

"Wait a few more decades."

"If the course of this world unfolds much as I know," Jiang Zhiyu said with a faint smile, "there's no need to worry about them not having a chance to see the light of day again."

"By then, what we openly and honestly offer will belong to our country. They can only watch helplessly, unable to contribute a single thing."

Seventeen paused for two seconds.

Then it flapped its wings violently.

"Host."

"what?"

"You look absolutely stunning today."

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by it and flicked its head.

"They're gone."

The next second, the two disappeared from the window.

When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by a dark and extremely empty exhibition hall.

A distant emergency light cast a faint green glow, illuminating the cold outline of the surrounding glass cabinets. The air carried a familiar scent, a mixture of dust and wood wax.

Jiang Zhiyu stood still and slowly turned halfway around.

Where she was standing, there was a domed ceiling above her, and rows of huge oil paintings hung on the four walls, all depicting ancient Roman warriors wearing helmets and bronze armor. To her left, rows of glass cases contained complete sets of bronze ritual vessels and fragments of stone carvings.

Seventeen.

Jiang Zhiyu lowered her voice.

Are you sure this is their museum?

"Is this all the security is supposed to be?"

Seventeen's wings flapped.

"I'm certain, absolutely certain."

"Host, this isn't a military base or a vault. It's famous for its vast and valuable collections, but its defenses are primarily physical—reinforced walls and glass, and guard patrols."

"Who would have thought someone would teleport in like that?"

Jiang Zhiyu scoffed.

"It seems I overestimated them."

She stood there for a few seconds, looked around, and then hesitated.

The exhibition hall she was in was the Ancient Rome Pavilion, not the China Pavilion.

"Should I accept this?" she whispered to Seventeen, "This doesn't belong to our family."

Seventeen jumped directly from her consciousness onto her shoulder, its wings flapping like a fan.

"Receive me, host!"

"If you only accept our money, people will quickly suspect that we did it."

"Think about it, if only Chinese cultural relics are lost overnight, the intelligence agencies can deduce by the next morning that it was done by Chinese people, or even pin it on our country. We can't get rid of this blame."

"You raid the entire museum, one section at a time." Seventeen's tone was full of cunning. "Let him investigate himself."

"It's satisfying if we can't find out the truth."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for two seconds.

Then I chuckled.

"My brain's rusted lately."

"You're not as clever, Seventeen."

Seventeen was extremely proud of itself. With a flap of its wings, a whole area of ​​blue crystals lit up.

"Absolutely."

Jiang Zhiyu stopped talking nonsense.

She waved her hand.

The entire row of glass cases in the ancient Roman pavilion, the oil paintings hanging high on one wall, and the several bronze statues about half a person's height under the cases all disappeared from this space.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around.

The next exhibition hall is the Ancient Greece Pavilion.

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze swept over. With a wave of her hand, it was gone.

Ancient Egypt Pavilion, Ancient India Pavilion, Mesopotamia Pavilion.

Another room.

Another room.

Jiang Zhiyu continued walking and collecting supplies without stopping. By the time they reached the latter half, Seventeen's wings were flapping so fast they left afterimages, and the blue crystals were almost burning hot—the little guy's barely contained excitement.

Jiang Zhiyu said in a low voice.

"It feels like he's exploited the entire world."

"Yes, host," Seventeen said, her voice dripping with anger. "They used to be the overlords. During those turbulent years, they practically plundered the entire world."

"There's almost no ancient civilization whose name you can name that he hasn't lent a hand to."

"Then we can't be polite at all," Jiang Zhiyu sneered.

After walking through the entire ground floor exhibition hall of the museum, Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath.

"Warehouse."

"Walk."

With a flap of its wings, Seventeen's two figures disappeared from the exhibition hall.

When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by complete darkness.

Only a single duty light hung high in the distance from the ceiling, barely illuminating a dim, yellowish circle around them. The entire space was ridiculously high and incredibly deep, like a giant underground warehouse. Jiang Zhiyu's gaze followed the rows of metal shelves until it was completely dark and she couldn't see the end.

Seventeen let out a soft "wow".

"Host."

"this……"

Jiang Zhiyu was also stunned for a few seconds.

Her spiritual power slowly spread out.

One meter, five meters, ten meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters.

Further out.

Further out.

The outstretched spiritual energy spread out like a net, probing into this vast underground space layer by layer. Each layer consisted of rows of metal shelves, each shelf crammed full.

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent.

After a long while, she finally let out a breath.

Seventeen.

"There must be several million items here."

"Yes, host." Seventeen's wings flapped gently. "The warehouse and the exhibition hall together hold over eight million items."

"However, a small portion of what was in the warehouse was secretly moved away over the years," Seventeen paused, "and ended up in the hands of private nobles outside."

Jiang Zhiyu scoffed.

"Public property is never properly guarded; outsiders are kept completely safe, but the family's own mice are never caught."

"On the contrary, the private collectors outside have even more secure storage rooms at home."

"There's nothing I can do, host," Seventeen sighed. "That's just human nature."

"We can't control what gets out," Jiang Zhiyu said, raising her hand. "Let's take care of what's in front of us first."

"Not a single one was missed."

The entire row of shelves in front of me, along with everything on them, real and fake, vanished completely.

She continued walking deeper into the area.

A row.

Two rows.

Ten rows.

Half an hour later, Jiang Zhiyu stood in the very center of this underground warehouse.

The surroundings were empty.

Only a few duty lights remained, quietly burning.

Jiang Zhiyu exhaled and her shoulders slowly relaxed.

Seventeen practically sprang from her consciousness, its wings flapping rapidly, its blue crystals shining so brightly they seemed to spark.

"Host, host, host."

"Tonight we're nouveau riche!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and patted its head.

Are you happy?

"Of course I'm happy." Jiang Zhiyu's voice carried a hint of exhilaration she herself didn't realize. "Today, I truly experienced their domineering spirit back then."

"If we were a powerful nation back then, I might have gone out and robbed some things too."

Seventeen paused for a moment, then laughed so hard his wings were shaking.

"Oh, host, what you said is so true."

"Free stuff is always so tempting!"