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

After March, Jiang Zhiyu's life slowed down completely.

Every morning, she wakes up naturally without having to get up, and Song Yanzhou has already brought breakfast to her bedside. Today it's a bowl of millet porridge, two boiled eggs, a dish of pickled cucumbers, and two calcium tablets next to it.

"Do you think I'm a patient, bringing things to my bedside every day?"

"You're more precious than a patient right now; you're consuming the nutrients of three people." Song Yanzhou propped her up with pillows. "Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

After finishing her porridge, Jiang Zhiyu slowly walked into the yard and basked in the sun for a while.

She stood under the grape trellis, gently placed her hands on her stomach, and closed her eyes.

Seventeen's voice came out, "Host, your mental state is very stable right now. The developmental indicators of both fetuses are normal, and the fetal heartbeats are very strong."

"That's good."

"Do you want to go check in the space today? Tiger Overlord has another litter of cubs?"

My family is watching me closely; I'll talk about it in a couple of days!

...

The phone rang around 2 p.m.

Su Wanqing called out from next door, "Zhiyu, your phone!"

Jiang Zhiyu slowly walked over and picked up the microphone. "Feed?"

"Xiao Jiang, this is Qian Weiguo."

"Hello Mr. Qian, what made you decide to call me?"

The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled, "It's nothing, I just haven't contacted you in a while, so I called to see how you've been and what you've been up to."

"What else can I do but stay home and rest during my pregnancy!"

There was a sudden two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Zhiyu held the microphone, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Mr. Qian, is there something you need?"

"No, no, I was just asking."

"Mr. Qian, I'm listening. That doesn't sound like anything's wrong."

There was a few more seconds of silence.

"Xiao Jiang, take good care of yourself and don't worry about anything else. I just wanted to say hello."

"Comrade Qian Weiguo," Jiang Zhiyu's tone turned serious, "We've been dealing with each other for so long, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm listening."

The person on the other end of the phone sighed, remained silent for a long while, and then spoke, "Zhiyu, I don't want to bother you at this time, but the lab... the raw materials for that special ore are almost used up."

Jiang Zhiyu tapped her fingers lightly twice on the microphone. "How much is left?"

"It should last about half a month. Lin Ruihua has done a new analysis; the proportion of this ore in synthetic materials needs to be increased. If the supply is cut off, the subsequent upgrades of special steel will have to stop."

"Uncle Qian, how long has this been going on?"

"I started getting nervous two weeks ago. I originally thought about going to the no-man's-land to see if I could find it, but the no-man's-land is just too vast..."

Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes briefly. "So you only called me because you had absolutely no other choice."

"Xiao Jiang, I know your situation right now, I shouldn't be doing this..."

"Don't say anything, I'll go."

"What?"

"I'm going to work in the mines. Give me two days to prepare."

"No, no, you're pregnant!"

"Commander Qian, you know perfectly well that no one else can go." Jiang Zhiyu switched the microphone to her other hand. "I'll get there within two days, and I'll be back as soon as I'm done."

After hanging up the phone, Seventeen's voice immediately rang out, his tone unusually serious, "Host, given your current physical condition, I do not agree."

"explain."

"You're carrying two fetuses now, and they're quite far along in your pregnancy. Mining requires spatial cutting and energy perception; if the intensity is too high, mental exhaustion will directly impact the health of the fetuses."

"I understand."

"You don't understand! You always think you can handle it, but this isn't radiation cleanup; it's precise cutting and harvesting from a mineral vein, requiring prolonged and intense mental exertion. If something goes wrong, it won't be your problem, it will be the child's."

Jiang Zhiyu was silent for a moment, then said, "If the material supply runs out in half a month, the special steel upgrade line will have to stop. You know what that line is currently supplying."

"I know, but—"

"No buts. I have to go."

...

During dinner that evening, Jiang Zhiyu brought up the matter.

The table was silent for a full ten seconds.

Su Wanqing was the first to put down her chopsticks. "No, I don't agree."

"mom--"

"You're four months pregnant with twins, at a crucial time, and you're going on a mission? Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"Mom, this isn't an ordinary task. I have my own methods; I won't just do it brute force."

"I don't care what method you use, your task now is to give birth to these two children safely!" Su Wanqing's voice rose. "I'll talk to Mr. Zhuge tomorrow and ask him to think of another way."

"Mom, I can't think of any other way. This thing has only been discovered in one place so far, and no one else can go there."

Jiang Boxun remained silent, silently drinking his tea. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Zhiyu, what are your thoughts on this matter?"

"Dad, I have to go. I won't hide it from you. You should have heard about that special steel a while ago. It just went into operation, and so many production lines upstream and downstream rely on this material. If the supply is cut off, the whole project will have to stop. Now is a time when we need manpower. I'm staying at home to rest during my pregnancy, but people outside are waiting for what I have. I can't do that."

Jiang Boxun put down his teacup, glanced at Su Wanqing, then at Jiang Zhiyu, and asked, "How confident are you?"

"Ninety percent. I won't force myself to."

Before Su Wanqing could say anything more, there were two knocks on the door.

Song Yanzhou walked in from outside. He had just returned from the army and hadn't changed his clothes yet. He was still in his military uniform, and his face was unusually solemn.

"I heard everything." He stood beside the dining table, looking at Jiang Zhiyu. "Zhiyu, can you consider your own safety? Can I request protection for you?"

"I can, don't you believe me? Besides, you can't go..."

Song Yanzhou didn't answer directly. He pulled out a chair, sat down, clasped his hands on the table, and remained silent for a while.

"I know about special steel; the upgrades to equipment on the front lines all depend on it." He looked up. "But you're pregnant now, and I'm worried."

"I know, so I won't act rashly." Jiang Zhiyu looked into his eyes. "Song Yanzhou, there are some things I can't explain, but you all understand, and no one else can explain them to you."

Song Yanzhou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Then promise me you'll put your own well-being first."

I promise you.

Su Wanqing covered her mouth and turned her face away. Jiang Boxun sighed heavily and gently patted his wife's back to comfort her.

...

The next morning, Jiang Zhiyu was packing her things in the courtyard.

There's really nothing to tidy up. Mining relies entirely on spatial abilities, so she only needs to put on a show.

Jiang Boxun and Su Wanqing stood at the door. Su Wanqing's eyes were red, and she was still urging, "Don't push yourself. Rest when you're tired, drink water when you're thirsty. Is it cold over there? Did you bring enough clothes...?"

"Mom, I'm only going for two or three days, not three years."

Jiang Boxun patted her shoulder without saying anything, but his hand lingered on her shoulder for a couple more seconds.

Just as Jiang Zhiyu was about to get into the car, Zhuge Yunhe came over, carrying something wrapped in red cloth, and slowly walked in.

"Girl, wait a minute."

He walked up to her and handed her the red cloth bag.

Jiang Zhiyu opened it and found a peace charm, made of yellow paper and cinnabar, with runes she couldn't understand drawn on it, tied with a red string, which could be hung around the neck.

"I drew this last night, and the altar was lit all night." Zhuge Yunhe's expression was unusually free of his usual nonchalant manner. "It's for the child; take it with you, just in case."

Jiang Zhiyu clutched the amulet in her hand, smiled slightly, and said, "Thanks, Old Zhuge."

"Stop being so glib." Zhuge Yunhe turned and walked back, but stopped after a couple of steps. Without turning back, he said, "Make sure the two little ones are safe and sound, you hear me?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, hung the amulet around her neck, tucked it into her collar, and got into the car.

Song Yanzhou started the jeep, and the engine made a muffled sound.

The jeep slowly drove out of the alley and onto the main street.

She reached out and touched her belly. "Little ones, come on a long trip with Mommy, be good."