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

"Host, are you really planning to have a child?"

Seventeen's voice echoed in my mind, tinged with uncertainty.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned back in the hammock with her eyes closed, her fingers unconsciously twirling the drooping grapevines. The afternoon sun made her sleepy; she had already taken two naps that day.

"Yes, since I'm back in the spotlight now, it wouldn't be bad to raise a child during this time," she answered slowly in her mind. "Isn't this the perfect opportunity for me to avoid the public eye right now?"

"So, how many children are you planning to have, host? You just told Aunt Su you wanted twins, is that true?"

"Of course it's true." Jiang Zhiyu rolled over, finding a more comfortable position. "Since we have the ability, why not have twins, a boy and a girl, and get it all done in one go?"

Seventeen paused for two seconds, then said, "Host, I will help you too."

"What are you going to do for me?"

"Taking care of the child? If you go on a mission, you can leave the child in my spatial storage, and I'll take care of them for you."

Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes and thought about the scene carefully—a prototype of interstellar AI holding a baby and soothing it to sleep.

"Seventeen, do you think we'll have a chance to get started after the baby is born?"

"What do you mean?"

"A bunch of old men and women next door are waiting," Jiang Zhiyu gestured towards the other side of the yard. "My parents, my godparents, Old Zhuge, Xu Yunzi—aren't they all eager to hold the baby? Why would I need to take care of it?"

"But host, if you go on a mission—"

"Bring them both on every mission? I'd be exhausted." Jiang Zhiyu yawned. "Besides, with my health, who would dare send me on a mission?"

"But host, you said before that you really like children."

"I like playing with kids, but I don't like taking care of them. They're completely different things," Jiang Zhiyu said matter-of-factly. "Now, if I see a cute kid, I might want to touch them a couple of times, but if you want me to take care of them? That's impossible. Touching them and raising them are worlds apart."

Seventeen thought about it and felt that what the host said seemed to make sense.

……

These past two days, the Chinese coastal salvage team has been extremely busy.

As expected by the higher-ups, after the last batch of "little ones" (referring to the deceased) was disposed of, they thought the matter was over. China did not send Jiang Zhiyu directly; instead, it sent lab technicians and soldiers in full protective suits and lead aprons to retrieve the items from the water.

Immediately afterwards, two of M country's allies couldn't sit still either—they followed their big brother and threw two ships of supplies over.

On the salvage ship, a young soldier stared at the steel box floating on the sea, his face ashen.

"Two more boats," he gritted his teeth. "They're treating our house like a garbage dump."

The veteran next to him patted him on the shoulder, "Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

"But squad leader, look at them—" The young soldier raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

A few nautical miles away, a reconnaissance ship flying the flag of the United States was anchored on the sea. Several officers on the deck were looking in this direction with binoculars, their postures as relaxed as if they were admiring the scenery.

"Look at them now, they have no choice but to salvage our waste." The M-country officer on the reconnaissance ship lowered his binoculars and said with a smile to the person next to him, "What else can we do but salvage it? It would pollute their own waters. But salvaging it would only drag down their gifted individual."

The person next to him chuckled, "The general's strategy is indeed brilliant."

On the salvage ship, the soldiers angrily dragged the steel boxes onto the ship one by one, their movements heavy and fast, as if they were competing with someone.

But once we got back to shore, the atmosphere changed.

This latest batch of materials has severely excessive levels of nuclear radiation. Ordinary instruments can't suppress it, and ordinary people shouldn't touch it.

When the academicians from the military industry saw the list, their eyes lit up—good heavens, this batch is even more advanced than the last one, with several items being cutting-edge equipment that domestic scientific research institutions would be desperately seeking.

But after the light came on, I started to get a headache.

The item is a valuable treasure, but who would dare to touch it?

An old professor flipped through the list twice, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.

"The precision nuclear detectors in this batch are in good working order. Once the radiation contamination on the outer casing can be removed, our research institutions can directly replicate them."

"And the command components for this fast neutron laboratory, the special alloy samples—even the US itself doesn't have many sets like that."

Old Zhou chimed in, "But the problem is, who can completely remove the radiation?"

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Everyone knows the answer—only one person can handle it, but that person is now "seriously ill and has withdrawn from the front line."

"Let's seal it up for now," the old professor sighed. "The item isn't going anywhere; we'll deal with it once it's movable again."

All of this was observed by those in the shadows.

After seven or eight days of continuous salvage operations, nothing new was found. The sea returned to calm, with only a few patrol boats patrolling in the distance.

……

It was at this moment that Zhuge Yunhe strolled into the courtyard. He found a spot under the grape trellis, sat down, and looked up at the grapes overhead.

"Now it's completely quiet; no one's delivering materials to us anymore."

Jiang Zhiyu sat on a rattan chair under the eaves, holding a cup of warm water in her hand, too lazy to move.

"Alright, old man, they've already gone all out."

Zhuge Yunhe smiled and touched his chin, where there was no beard, but he always felt that this gesture made him look very wise.

"You guessed right. News from the smaller side indicates that the second batch of ships they deployed involved damaging their existing equipment. They were forced to destroy the ships after being pressured by the US, and the various families are now embroiled in a huge dispute."

"Of course, they're basically following them around like dirt, doing whatever they tell them to do." Jiang Zhiyu took a sip of water. "Those families are probably still feeling the pinch."

"There's no need to salvage anymore." Zhuge Yunhe looked at her. "When are you going to go and deal with that batch too?"

"Let's wait a little longer," Jiang Zhiyu said, shifting her position. "I've been feeling lazy and don't want to move these past two days."

"Alright, anyway, there's no rush for those materials." Zhuge Yunhe stood up, brushing non-existent dust off his pants. "You should use this time to settle your life's most important matter."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him. "What, are my parents nagging you too?"

"Of course, everyone's eyeing your belly right now."

"Stop staring at me. My belly is full of radiation right now. Do you want me to give birth to a deformed baby for you to see?"

Zhuge Yunhe's lips twitched. "You little brat... I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm leaving."

He got up and walked out, but after a couple of steps he turned back. "Oh, right, Song Yanzhou is making soup in the kitchen. I can smell it. Ask him to save me a bowl."

Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand, "Go ask for it yourself."

Zhuge Yunhe snorted and walked away slowly.