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

For three consecutive days, the alarms at the coastal monitoring stations never stopped.

When the first wave of plankton washed ashore, the monitors almost thought it was an anomaly caused by an undersea earthquake. But upon closer inspection, they found countless sealed steel boxes floating on the surface, each bearing the markings of the US Navy, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

The emergency notification was relayed up the chain of command, and within two hours, the entire sea area was sealed off.

The officer in charge stood on the rocks on the shore, sternly instructing a row of soldiers.

"Everyone stay put! Do not take another step forward! These objects have extremely high radiation levels. Without special permission, ordinary personnel are strictly prohibited from approaching or handling them. The consequences of contact could be disastrous!"

The soldiers immediately set up a long cordon, surrounding the sea from a distance. They could only watch the steel boxes floating on the surface of the water; no one dared to approach rashly.

A young soldier shrank back and muttered, "How much radiation is that... is touching it enough to be okay?"

The veteran next to him grabbed his shoulder and said, "Shut up and stay put!"

Only a few lab technicians, dressed in full lead protective suits and carrying radiation detectors, were moving around nearby. The instruments in their hands beeped incessantly, and the readings jumped up one notch with each box they approached.

A lab technician squatted about 20 meters away from the nearest steel box, glanced at the numbers on the testing instrument, and gasped.

"This thing... one box is enough."

……

When Jiang Zhiyu arrived, this was the scene she saw.

Several layers of warning lines were set up along the shore, and steel boxes bobbed on the sea. In the distance, warships patrolled, their searchlight beams sweeping across the water.

An experimenter walked up to her, lowered his voice, and spoke with barely suppressed frustration.

"Comrade Jiang, these items are highly radioactive, but they are extremely valuable and not discarded junk."

He gritted his teeth.

"Look at the numbers on those boxes—high-precision radar core components, special alloy materials, nuclear submarine shielding parts… Some of these are things our researchers have sought their entire lives, things they could never even get their hands on. Now people are dumping them ship after ship at our doorstep, just because they're contaminated with radiation."

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent.

"This is blatant boasting," the lab technician's voice trembled. "It's practically writing on my forehead that I'm rich, I have plenty of technology, I have plenty of wealth. I don't want the good stuff, I'll just dump it at your doorstep, what can you do about it?"

An older lab technician nearby also came over, his face ashen.

"What's even more insidious is the scheme behind it. They knew you could handle radiation, so they deliberately threw these things into the sea, forcing you to collect and purify them. Once or twice is fine, but if it happens repeatedly, your body will reach its limit—"

He didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was already very clear.

Seventeen said in his mind, "Host, what they said is correct."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the steel boxes on the sea, her eyes darkening.

Then she laughed.

"Then let's do as they wish for now, otherwise how can there be any follow-up?" Her voice was very soft. "Since these things have already drifted with the ocean currents into our territorial waters, they belong to our country."

She turned and walked toward a speedboat moored on the shore.

"I'll go first."

The soldiers and lab technicians behind her quickly followed; she had already started the speedboat. The engine roared, the bow cleaved through the waves, and it headed straight for the first floating steel box on the surface.

The young soldier on the shore stared wide-eyed at the white waves cleaved by the speedboat.

"She...she just left like that? That's a radiation zone!"

The veteran didn't speak, but he gripped his gun even tighter.

……

As the speedboat approached the first box, the testing device in the experimenter's hand was already beeping like crazy.

Jiang Zhiyu steadied the speedboat and reached out to cover the surface of the container.

"Host!" Seventeen's voice rang out excitedly, "This is a small experimental nuclear reactor module! A small research reactor core assembly with some usability, not a completely scrapped item! Because it has been exposed to neutrons, the outer shell is highly radioactive. But the internal parts and alloy materials are something domestic research departments would kill for!"

Jiang Zhiyu did not respond.

The poison-based superpower was released silently.

The residual nuclear radiation was drawn from the metal, strand by strand, as if attracted by a magnet, and flowed into her body. The radiation levels on the surface of the enclosure began to drop rapidly—the pointer on the detector, which had jumped to the top, began to fall back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Twenty meters away, the lab technician in charge of monitoring stared at the instrument in his hand, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.

"It's gone down...it's all gone down..."

The veteran next to him peeked over and asked, "What does that mean?"

"The radiation is gone!" The lab technician's voice trembled. "That radiation... she purified it! In less than a second!"

The young soldier's eyes widened: "One second?!"

"Shut up and watch!"

After Jiang Zhiyu finished purifying, she gave a wink to the recycling ship following behind her.

The people on the recycling ship moved closer silently and dragged away the purified boxes one by one. The people on the shore watched as the boxes were loaded onto the recycling ship, their eyes filled with an indescribable light—these were things they wouldn't dare touch, and now they were returning safely, one by one.

……

The second box was floating fifty meters away.

The speedboat turned around and approached.

"Host!" Seventeen's voice was practically jumping up and down. "This is a complete shielding assembly salvaged from a nuclear submarine! Special reactor piping! Remnants of precious metal control rods! They just packed it up and declared it 'drowned' because they thought the repair costs were too high due to the high level of radiation contamination!"

Jiang Zhiyu purified the second box as well.

After cleaning up, she deliberately staggered.

He swayed, grabbed the gunwale, and almost fell overboard.

The two lab technicians following behind her quickly reached out to support her.

"Comrade Jiang! Are you alright?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand, her face indeed a little pale, "I'm just a bit tired."

Seventeen laughed hysterically in his mind: "Host, you're such a good actor! You deserve an Oscar!"

The crew on the recovery ship had already hauled away the second crate. On the shore, watching Jiang Zhiyu being helped to steady herself, several young soldiers had tears in their eyes.

"She was there all by herself, purifying those things for us..."

"Stop talking, just watch."

……

The third box drifted even further.

The speedboat was swaying a bit.

"Host! This is a military-grade radioactive isotope power source—a nuclear battery!" Seventeen's voice was completely out of control. "The kind that can power satellites and reconnaissance equipment! The price is extremely high! The outer shell is contaminated with nuclear radiation, but this is an entire container! They disguised it as a 'shipwrecked' cargo that drifted here! A whole container!"

Jiang Zhiyu drove the speedboat over and placed her hand on the container.

The radiation concentration in a nuclear battery is an order of magnitude higher than that in ordinary nuclear waste. When it is absorbed, it feels as if the meridians are filled with molten lead, and every time you pull out a strand, it feels like your internal organs are being rubbed with sandpaper.

She gritted her teeth and persevered through the purification process.

My fingertips trembled slightly as I loosened my grip on the box.

This time, she wasn't pretending.

She was truly exhausted.

The lab technician behind her supported her again; this time, she didn't need to act.

"Comrade Jiang, you don't look well! You should go back and rest!"

"……Um."

Jiang Zhiyu leaned on the lab technician's arm and was half-heartedly helped back to shore.

When the speedboat docked, a large crowd of people swarmed around it.

The lab technician who had reported to her earlier rushed to the front, grabbed her other arm, and his voice was hoarse.

"Comrade Jiang, that's enough for today. We can deal with the rest tomorrow—"

"No rush," Jiang Zhiyu said, leaning between the two, her voice a little weak, but a slight smile still playing on her lips. "Let them keep throwing. I'll collect as many as they come."

There was a moment of silence on the shore.

Then the young soldier suddenly stood up straight and snapped to attention, giving a salute.

One, two, three... a row of soldiers stood up straight beside him.

No one speaks.

Jiang saw something different in their eyes.

……

dark place.

A man in plain clothes stood on a high rock, holding binoculars, and watched the entire process from beginning to end.

He watched as Jiang Zhiyu was helped off the speedboat by two lab technicians, her steps unsteady and her face pale.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Can't hold on any longer, can he?" he muttered to himself.

He put away the binoculars and turned to leave.

We need to report this immediately.