Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"The Minghong Blade wants to devour gemstones... Could it possibly grow stronger?"

Three more master boxes were made, and the bells rang silently.

They tried to imitate the Ten Commandments and the Nine Lamps again, but they remained completely unmoved.

According to ancient texts, the Chaos Bell was a primordial treasure that existed before the creation of the world.

Having gained the bell's recognition as its owner, Zhong Guohong felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but he did not lose his composure.

It should be noted that all phenomena in the Milky Way are replicated from the Treasure Bowl.

Even if this bell is truly a supreme innate treasure, its original quality is still far inferior to that of the treasure basin itself.

According to his understanding, above the pinnacle of innate treasures, there are also chaotic spiritual treasures: low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade; above that are low-grade chaotic treasures...

As the keeper of the Treasure Basin, it was only natural that Chaos Bell would submit to him.

"Unfortunately, with my current level of cultivation, I am far from being able to unleash the true power of the Chaos Bell."

"Even so, it can still greatly enhance my offensive and defensive capabilities."

Just in case, Chung Kwok-hung also replicated the Chaos Bell using the Treasure Basin.

"The Chaos Bell, the Minghong Blade, and the Ten-Ring Ring—two of each have been prepared."

After leaving the cloned Earth, he returned to Xuyang Villa, where he would either sit quietly reading or practice with a gun.

The Möbius chair sits in the study, where one can readily access information about the universe and various arts and crafts.

He did not crave omniscience; he preferred to turn the pages of a book and scrutinize every word.

Sit in that chair, and almost any question about the current universe can be answered instantly.

The answer comes too quickly; before the question has even been thought through, the answer is already right in front of you—without critical thinking, it loses its appeal.

Reading is different; when you encounter something obscure, you have to chew it over and over again and verify it.

As for the task of collecting the universe's top technologies and secret black technologies, Chung Kwok-hung simply handed it over entirely to Xiao Bai.

He lay on the sofa while Wanda and the others gently massaged and kneaded him, their fingertips slowly turning the pages of a book.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh of relief, feeling completely relaxed, and got up to head straight for the shooting range.

He grabbed a Desert Eagle and fired.

Those moving targets, moving at lightning speed, were all pinned to the very center by the bullets, no matter how tricky the angle.

Fishing, shooting, practicing meditation, soaking in hot springs, swimming, and reading are his few pastimes.

He has never been interested in basketball, football, or billiards.

"At a speed of 100 meters per second, I can hit a target the size of a fly within 200 meters without missing a shot."

The Desert Eagle's bullet velocity is less than 400 meters per second, which is close to the critical point of his physical reaction and gun control ability.

A creature the size of a fly, hurtling at a speed of 100 meters per second, can still be hit steadily with this gun—there is probably no one else like him throughout history.

He disassembled the original gun and replicated an assault rifle.

The gun created by the treasure basin has a main body made of the strongest metal, and the magazine is embedded with space folding technology.

He replicated a billion bullets in one go, then focused on rigorous training every day.

The target gradually decreases in size, the speed increases, and the distance increases from near to far.

One day, two days; one week, two weeks.

"Five hundred meters away, a fly-sized target moving at about one hundred meters per second—finally, I can hit the heart with every shot."

To push the limits even further, he deliberately changed the target's trajectory.

Sudden shifts to the left and right, sudden stops and starts, changes in speed and direction—the hit rate plummets.

He practices martial arts in the morning, shoots in the afternoon, and strolls in the mountains in his spare time.

With twenty-three beauties attending to him, he lived a leisurely and comfortable life.

After mastering the assault rifle, he switched to the machine gun.

"Single-shot bursts are not much different from assault rifles."

"Rapid fire? That's a complete waste of bullets."

He disassembled the machine gun and replicated it into a sniper rifle, specializing in ultra-long-range extreme shooting.

"After the bullet leaves the barrel, it spins clockwise at high speed. Due to gravity, its impact point naturally deviates to the lower right."

"The more humid the air, the greater the resistance; the stronger the wind, the stronger the deflection."

After practicing with a few sniper rifles, he reluctantly stopped.

With this gun, which has an effective range of about two thousand meters, he could still hit a stationary target 3,800 meters away with a single shot.

In his view, the range of a gun has always been divided into three levels: effective range, lethal range, and maximum range.

Effective range refers to accuracy; lethal range refers to the furthest distance at which a bullet can still penetrate an unprotected target.

As for the maximum range? It's of little significance—leaving aside air and gravity, the firing angle and altitude alone can make it unpredictable.

The Black Star pistol has an effective range of only fifty meters, but it is still lethal beyond one hundred meters. Under normal conditions, its bullets can fly more than 1,600 meters. If you stand on a mountaintop and pull the trigger, you can still hit the target more than two thousand meters away.

A paper airplane can only float a dozen meters at most on flat ground, but if it is thrown from a mountaintop, it can glide for hundreds of meters or more.

Chung Kwok-hung is fully capable of manufacturing firearms with a range of tens of thousands of meters, but he simply can't be bothered with it.

My daily shooting practice is just a way to calm my mind and pass the time.

He was in his early fifties, but looked like a man in his twenties—clearly, he was far from dying.

That morning, Zhong Guohong was bored out of his mind, so he went into the mountains and caught a golden eagle.

With just a press of divine sense, the golden eagle bowed its head and became completely submissive, losing all its arrogance.

"Whether we replicate it for experiments or not, the losses won't be significant."

He repeatedly replicated the golden eagle and tested different serums in round after round.

One golden eagle after another fell, and the serum formula was overturned and started all over again and again.

Six months later, a super golden eagle was finally born.

"His wingspan exceeds ten zhang, his top speed can reach ten times the speed of sound, and he possesses more than twenty kinds of supernatural abilities."

He straddled its back, riding this magnificent bird straight up into the sky at a height of ten thousand meters.

……

A blinding beam of light crashed down from the sky, and a deafening sonic boom tore through the air.

Zhong Guohong looked at the pillar of light not far away, his ears still ringing—he knew that the sonic boom channel had been activated.

The mother box made by the Apocalypse Star people can activate the loud sound channel; the talisman box they make can activate the silent channel.

Whether it's the mother box or the parent box, both open spatial portals.

In an instant, a burly man, about 2.7 meters tall, stepped out from the pillar of light.

"Who are you?" Chung Kwok-hung asked.

"Darkseid," the other person uttered firmly.

"Apocalyptic aliens?" Chung Kwok-hung feigned ignorance.

Darkseid, the supreme ruler of Apokolips, is the universally acknowledged ultimate evil god in the DC Universe.

The wasteland wolf that Zhong Guohong had previously killed was his own uncle.

"Submit, or die," Darkseid said.

"Can't you leave one hand?" Chung Kwok-hung asked rhetorically.

"Spare my life," Darkseid said in a deep, thunderous voice.

Chung Kwok-hung teleported close, and with a flash of his blade, Darkseid was killed on the spot.

"I wanted to spare your life, but you chose to die instead."

He sighed inwardly, thinking that next time he encountered a villain, he should first assess his own strength.

The power of the Minghong Blade was truly too domineering—Thanos, Steppenwolf, and Darkseid were all killed with a single strike.

"With my current true power, I am probably invincible in this universe."