Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

In less than half an hour, Xiaobai delivered a detailed blueprint for reshaping the planet.

He unleashed his treasure trove, mass-producing a massive number of intelligent engineers, autonomous machines, and ecological modules.

"Severe water shortage - create water first, then plant trees."

"To secure the throne of Mars, you need an iron-blooded army."

The idea flashed through his mind like lightning, and he copied it without hesitation.

"A million-strong army of sentinels stands ready, and thirty thousand light shuttle vehicles are poised for action..."

Looking down at the vast, surging torrent of metal, Chung Kuo-hung felt a surge of pride.

Rising from the void, he replicated forests, lakes, houses, live fish, shrimp, crabs, poultry, and livestock in one go.

Leaping straight up into the stratosphere, he personally replicated the complete atmospheric dome.

It took more than half a year to transform Mars into a vibrant, habitable planet with a mix of blue and green hues.

As the atmospheric composition subtly changed, the native Martians fainted one after another, unable to struggle.

He buried a black stone teleportation array on the surface of Mars, and after returning, he set up a peer node deep inside Xuyang Mountain Villa.

At a global live-streamed press conference, Chung Kwok-hung publicly declared that Mars is his sovereign territory.

Among the human population on Earth, only a handful of astronauts have ever set foot on that red land.

After some deliberation, Zhong Guohong, with Chen Jin acting as a go-between, signed a memorandum of understanding with the Chinese government for joint development of Mars.

Ten thousand elite soldiers, along with tens of thousands of civilians, passed through the black stone array of Xuyang Mountain Villa and stepped into their new home on Mars.

The infrastructure is complete, but the gravity is about twice that of Earth.

The first batch of Chinese immigrants had all been injected with super soldier serum, so this pressure was nothing to them.

With the help of orbital relay stations, voice, video and data can be transmitted freely between Mars and Earth.

He conducted an on-site inspection and confirmed that everything was operating normally, and then allowed the second wave of immigrants to pass through.

Last year, China's total population just exceeded 1.8 billion.

With limited land and a shrinking population, colonizing Mars is an inevitable step.

In less than six months, more than 800 million Chinese people have settled on Mars.

As the sole legitimate ruler of Mars, Chung Kwok-hung did not charge a single penny—he even made the use of the Black Stone teleportation array free of charge.

This is his private territory; who can enter and who needs approval is entirely up to his decision.

To guard this new world, he deployed 360 star-destroying main cannons in Mars orbit, not counting other defensive weapons.

The Treasure Basin can easily replicate the Star Destroyer Cannon; if it were to cover the entire starry sky, millions of cannons would be a matter of a moment.

Any unauthorized spacecraft approaching the edge of the Martian atmosphere will immediately trigger a Level 3 alert.

If anyone insists on breaking in, Xiaobai's firepower will instantly lock onto and precisely eliminate them.

That morning, Phil Coulson stepped into Sunrise Villa.

"Speak your mind." Chung Kwok-hung smiled and raised his eyes.

"Zhong, I'm here again to discuss the Mars colonization issue," Phil said.

"Mars is mine." Chung Kwok-hung's tone was calm, but every word was firm and unwavering.

"Why are only Chinese allowed to land?" Phil pressed.

"This is my territory, and I call the shots," Chung Kwok-hung said without any attempt to hide it.

"Zhong, you hold a U.S. passport, so legally you are a U.S. citizen," Phil reminded him.

"Whether it's Xuyang Manor or the entire Mars, it's all my private territory." Zhong Guohong's voice wasn't loud, but it was as deep as a rock.

"Someone above has said—if you refuse to allow American citizens to move to Mars, your American citizenship will be revoked," Phil said slowly.

"Let them do whatever they want, I can't be bothered with them." Chung Kwok-hung didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Mr. Zhong, those people are still eyeing Xuyang Film and Television Company..." Phil said again.

"Want to die? I'll do it myself." Chung Kwok-hung's tone was light, yet it was like a blade scraping against an iron plate.

The negotiations completely broke down, and Phil turned and strode away without saying a word.

In his eyes, Xuyang Film and Television and Xuyang Cinema are nothing more than dispensable decorations; anything bearing his name, even a piece of scrap metal, he would not hesitate to cut off his own arm on the spot if anyone dared to forcibly take it.

In the vast sea of ​​stars, there are billions of barren planets.

Before its terraforming, Mars had a thin atmosphere and was ravaged by radiation; for humans to set foot on it would be certain death.

First come, first served? China's history spans five thousand years, and it's all written clearly in black and white.

If we follow this rule, the sun, earth, moon, and all the planets (Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn) should be under the jurisdiction of China.

Zhong Guohong knew perfectly well: only those with strong fists have a voice; everything else is just empty talk.

The law of the jungle prevails; strength is the only true currency.

He casually gave Xiaobai a few instructions, then sank into the sofa, closing his eyes to enjoy Clarice's cool and elastic kneading.

Less than half an hour later, Clarice smiled and gave up her seat.

"Soft yet resilient, it doesn't crumble when shaken—the feel of it is absolutely amazing."

After relaxing for a few hours, feeling as relaxed as if he had soaked in a hot spring, Chung Kuo-hung picked up his fishing rod and headed to the riverbank.

The lure rod in his hand was forged entirely from top-grade alloy. With a flick of his arm, the silver line shot through the air and into the water.

In less than ten minutes, the rod tip trembled violently, and a 200-pound loach was dragged ashore.

The fish thrashed wildly, splashing water everywhere. He grabbed its gills and pulled it to the shore.

"It's highly poisonous, and the meat is so tough it's like chewing tree bark, so I threw it away."

With a flick of his divine sense, he retrieved the hook, then kicked it, sending the fish soaring and tumbling into the reeds.

He flicked his wrist to reel in the line and cast again.

The river is teeming with large creatures: catfish weighing over 100 pounds, aggressive loaches, and armored crocodiles lurking in groups; carp and silver carp weighing tens of pounds are also quite common.

In theory, even if you cast the hook without any prey, you're lucky enough to catch one.

"This catfish weighs over 100 pounds, and it's so fishy and bitter, we'll release it."

"This carp weighs almost 100 pounds. It has many bones and the meat is tough, so we'll release it."

"Over 80 jin of silver carp? Keep it—it'll be enough for three tables of people to fight over with the chopped chili fish head tonight."

After fishing for three and a half hours, he carried two heavy fish heads back to Xuyang Villa.

After a moment's thought, he rolled up his sleeves and took charge of cooking himself. The stove was ablaze, and two large tables of steaming hot dishes were served.

After finishing his morning exercise, Chung Kuo-hung teleported to Mars in the American universe.

In his eyes, all extraterrestrial life forms are aliens.

Instead of waiting for them to come knocking on our door, we should make them shudder at the mere mention of the word "Earth".

Upon landing on Mars, he directly replicated more than twenty serum production lines.

He took out the mother box watch and dialed a phone. Moments later, Chen Jin arrived in his aircraft with a whoosh.

"Mr. Chen, these production lines and the complete set of data are for you." Chung Kwok-hung smiled and handed over the data disk.

"Thank you so much!" Chen Jin accepted the gift with both hands, his voice strained.

Mars is only 15% the size of Earth, but its landmass is vast, and apart from Chung Kwok-hung and a few others, it is full of Chinese people.

With this new, livable home, China's population crisis has vanished.

"Mr. Chen, I'm preparing to lead an expedition team to continue exploring mineral veins or searching for habitable planets," Chung Kwok-hung said calmly.

An expeditionary force? To fight aliens? Chen Jin and his men would most likely shake their heads.