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

Jiang Zhiyu parked the car in the shadows of the alley behind the Chinese restaurant and patted Song Yanzhou's arm: "We're here."

Song Yanzhou pushed open the car door, the gravel under his feet making a soft sound. He looked up at the restaurant's wooden signboard, the two characters "Chen Ji" in black on a red background gleaming warmly in the setting sun—the last time he was here was a month ago, when he had just arrived in San Francisco, and Chen Jianzhong had welcomed him with a plate of roast goose rice noodles. He never expected that his return would be a reunion after a close call.

"Let's go in." Jiang Zhiyu tugged at his sleeve and pushed him toward the alley entrance.

The wind chimes jingled as the curtain was lifted. Chen Jianzhong, who was hunched over the counter doing accounts, looked up at the sound and saw Jiang Zhiyu leading a strange young man in.

Song Yanzhou called out, "Brother Chen, I'm sorry to have worried you."

"Commander Song? Commander Song?" His voice trembled, his eyes widened like saucers, his gaze lingering on Song Yanzhou's face for a long while before abruptly turning to Jiang Zhiyu, "Comrade Jiang, this...this is really Commander Song?"

"Could it be a fake?" Song Yanzhou raised his hand and removed the wig, revealing his original black hair. A smile played on his lips. "Uncle Chen, how have you been?"

Chen Jianzhong suddenly snapped out of his daze, grabbing his arm tightly, his knuckles turning white: "You're alright! You're alright! I'm so glad you're okay!" His eyes instantly reddened, his voice trembling with tears, "This morning when you told me everyone had been rescued, I was both happy and worried, so afraid... so afraid..."

"Afraid I'm bragging?" Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, pausing in her steps as she walked towards the cubicle. "Do you believe me now?"

"I believe you! I believe you!" Chen Jianzhong nodded repeatedly, wiping his face. "Comrade Jiang is a very capable man! I was short-sighted!" Then he remembered something, grabbed Song Yanzhou, and pulled him into the private room. "Sit down, sit down! I'll make you some tea! The best Pu'er, the same one you brought last time!"

The room was dimly lit. Song Yanzhou had barely sat down when Chen Jianzhong rushed in with a tea tray, his eyes scanning Song Yanzhou as if he were a rare treasure: "Commander, where is the others? How are Professor Sun and the others?"

"Everything's fine, everything's settled in the suburbs." Song Yanzhou took the teacup, his fingertips touching the warm rim. "This time, we owe a great debt to Zhiyu, otherwise we..."

"Stop." Jiang Zhiyu raised her hand to interrupt him, took out the hotel address from her canvas bag and placed it on the table. "You guys talk about serious matters, I'm going back to the hotel." She looked at Song Yanzhou, "Come find me at the hotel if you need anything."

Song Yanzhou held the note tightly, his fingertips applying slight pressure. He folded the note into a square and stuffed it into his inner pocket. The touch of his fingertips against the warm skin made him feel much more at ease.

"Go ahead." He nodded, watching her lift the curtain and leave, his gaze following the light blue figure until it disappeared at the alley entrance.

"This Comrade Jiang..." Chen Jianzhong clicked his tongue, "She looks so young, yet she has such abilities. Commander Song, just who is she...?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." Song Yanzhou picked up his teacup, took a sip, and the gentleness in his eyes faded, replaced by his usual sharpness. "Let's get down to business—when is your cargo ship leaving port next week? How many people can it accommodate?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't go straight back to the hotel. She walked to the alley entrance, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then subtly put the dilapidated pickup truck into her spatial storage. She then hailed a taxi and gave the driver an address near the shipyard.

The car was stopped at a roadblock just past the shipyard intersection. Two soldiers in uniform, guns at the ready, approached and knocked on the window: "Get out for inspection."

Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the car door, her hands naturally tucked into her pockets, her fingertips subtly gathering a wisp of mental energy—a hundred meters away, on top of a container, three snipers were aiming at her, and four plainclothes officers were hidden in a bread truck on the street corner, their waists bulging with guns.

"Asian?" A bearded soldier looked her up and down, his eyes scrutinizing her. "Identity?"

Jiang Zhiyu took out her passport, her fingertips lightly tracing the cover. The soldier took it, flipped through a couple of pages, and suddenly scoffed, "An international student? What are you doing passing by the shipyard at this hour?"

"I live over there." She said casually, pointing to the street ahead, her gaze falling on the nameplate on his chest—M Country Marine Corps, Sergeant First Class.

"They actually live there?" The soldier raised an eyebrow and beckoned to the side, "Come here, woman, search her."

A blonde policewoman walked over, ran her fingers along the woman's suit skirt, tapping even the heels of her shoes, and finally frowned and shook her head: "Nothing there."

The bearded soldier threw the passport back at her, his tone impatient: "Get out of here, don't loiter around."

As the taxi started moving again, Jiang Zhiyu glanced back at the shipyard's iron gate—there were three times more guards than last night, searchlights were sweeping back and forth across the wall, and even the dog at the gate had been replaced with a German Shepherd, panting and staring at passing vehicles.

"This area has been rather unsafe lately." The driver, an elderly Black man, looked at her through the rearview mirror. "I heard last night that some important things were stolen, and the military is investigating."

"Is that so?" Jiang Zhiyu replied casually, but she knew in her heart that it must be about that meteorite.

Back at the hotel, she locked the door, took off her high heels, and slipped into the room.

"Host! You've finally arrived!" Seventeen's voice was almost crying. [I can't hold onto that meteorite any longer! The energy field is about to overflow; if I keep going, my motherboard will burn out!]

Jiang Zhiyu looked up—in the center of the space, the black meteorite hovered in mid-air, its eerie blue light patterns ten times brighter than last night, the surrounding air trembling, even the water of the spiritual spring rippling. She took a deep breath: "Remove the shield."

【receive! 】

The moment her fingertips touched the meteorite, a surge of immense energy exploded forth, like molten lava rushing through her meridians and into her consciousness. Jiang Zhiyu let out a muffled groan as her consciousness was pulled into a white light—countless points of light flashed before her eyes, as if traversing a galaxy, while the roar of surging energy filled her ears, making her temples throb.

"Concentrate! Don't let the energy scatter your consciousness!" Seventeen's voice boomed in his mind.

Jiang Zhiyu gritted her teeth, channeling her mental energy like gathering a fishing net to gather the chaotic energy and guide it little by little towards the core of the space. This process was like trying to grab a branding iron with bare hands in a sea of ​​fire; the pain made her tremble all over, and cold sweat soaked through her shirt, but she clenched her teeth tightly—she hadn't uttered a sound even when her wounds were torn open by mutated beasts in the apocalypse, so what was this little pain?

After an unknown amount of time, the last wisp of energy was absorbed by the core. Jiang Zhiyu collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, her body utterly exhausted as if she had just been pulled from the water, yet she keenly sensed a dramatic shift in the surrounding space—

The ground beneath her feet was slightly rising, and a rumbling sound came from afar, like mountains growing. She propped herself up and looked back, speechless with astonishment—

The once solitary hill has vanished, replaced by a continuous mountain range stretching from our feet to the horizon. The nearby peaks are covered in verdant pines and cypresses, while the distant summits are shrouded in mist, their snow-capped peaks still visible. A great river rushes through the mountains, its width seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth. The water surges through the valleys, converging into a lake on the plains, where waterbirds even skim across the shimmering surface.

"This..." She opened her mouth, her voice dry.

[The space has expanded 120 times, and it's still growing!] Seventeen's voice was filled with excitement. [The meteorite energy has activated the space's ecosystem! Look at the river!]

Jiang Zhiyu staggered to the riverbank and looked down—palm-sized crucian carp darted among the water plants, dark green grass carp swam by, red carp foraged in the shallows, and even river mussels basked in the sun on the pebbles with their shells open. She scooped up a handful of river water; it was warm and carried a faint spiritual energy, weaker than that of a spiritual spring, but she could definitely feel its vitality.

"Where is the Spirit Spring?" She suddenly remembered something and turned to run towards the mountainside.

The spiritual spring was still in the same place, but its appearance had completely changed—the springhead had expanded several times over, and the spring water gushed out as if boiling, surrounded by white spiritual mist. Taking a breath of it made one feel refreshed and invigorated. The spring water flowed down the hillside, forming a stream at the foot of the mountain, and finally flowing into the great river.

[The Spirit Spring has been upgraded too!] Seventeen's voice was filled with pride. [The spring water has a high concentration of spiritual energy, capable of healing serious injuries and enhancing supernatural abilities; the downstream river water is a diluted version, and long-term consumption can strengthen the body. Host, you've struck it rich!]

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the spring and looked at her reflection in the water—her face was pale, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. She suddenly smiled, squatted down, scooped up a handful of spring water, and drank it. The cool energy slid down her throat, instantly replenishing most of the mental energy she had just expended.

"I've made a fortune," she murmured, her fingertips brushing across the water's surface, creating ripples.

Walking back along the riverbank, she discovered many new things in the space—bamboo groves had taken root at the foot of the mountain, fruit trees were bearing fruit by the stream, and even the soil had become dark and fertile, soft to the touch. When she reached the small courtyard, she paused—the gate was still half-closed, trumpet creeper covered the walls, and sunlight fell on the blue bricks. Time seemed to have stood still here, completely out of place with the vibrant world outside.

"The usual is best." She pushed open the door, sat down on the stone bench, took out an apple from her spatial storage and started eating it. "Seventeen, do you think this meteorite... is it related to the meteorite shower in the apocalypse?"

[It's very similar to your supernatural energy fluctuations! But this one is purer, like... the mother stone?] Seventeen speculated. [However, don't worry, host, the US can't create the kind of supernatural beings from this piece. In your previous life, it was a global meteor shower; the energy covered the entire planet. This piece has far too little energy.]

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, but her apple-eating slowed down—she remembered the documents she had seen in the lab last night. The "Starfall Project" had started in 1969, and they had been studying this meteorite for almost ten years. Ten years was enough time for them to make a name for themselves.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about this." She threw the apple core into the ground, clapped her hands, and said, "Let's get them back to their country first."

When consciousness returned to reality, it was already pitch black outside the window.

I need to think carefully about what "special products" I can bring back from this trip to the US.