My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

Shanghai.

Third Life Hospital.

Outside the operating room.

The dean waited respectfully to the side.

Qian Shi pointed to the operating room door and spoke earnestly to the white-haired old man beside him, “Bishop Hu! It should be soon… The Pope has already contacted that person. When you meet them in a moment, you can just state your request directly… You don’t need to worry about anything else!”

Hu Kaikang, or rather, Chu Bamboo wearing Hu Kaikang’s skin, nodded slightly, his expression inscrutable.

The dean forced a smile and was about to say something, but then he saw Chu Bamboo close his eyes. A thousand words caught in his throat, and in the end, he could only remain in awkward silence.

「Half an hour later.」

The light above the operating room suddenly turned white, and then the door opened. A woman in a white coat and mask walked out coolly.

An anti-gravity gurney followed logically behind her. The unfrozen patient now wore a respirator, their eyes tightly shut.

Chu Bamboo glanced at the patient, or rather, the unfrozen iceman. The so-called icemen were people from the Ancient Era, frozen using some special method!

Usually, they were people from the latter half of the twenty-first century!

The reason was simple: a Cultivator who had mastered the Ice Seal Divine Techniques had appeared back then. They could freeze all of a person’s vital signs!

“…A stranger,” Chu Bamboo murmured. And to think he had been wondering if this iceman would be someone he knew. After all, it seemed too much of a coincidence…

‘But right now, I have a strange feeling. If I really try, maybe I can run into some of my ‘acquaintances’ in this era… Perhaps this means that my plan to support the future was a success?’

‘Though it still feels a bit weird…’

And then…

He stared intently at the woman who had taken off her mask, a storm raging in his heart.

“…Is something wrong?” the woman asked, looking at Chu Bamboo with some confusion.

“Guan Qianyu?” Chu Bamboo’s voice was tinged with hoarseness. ‘I must be seeing things! Didn’t they say she was dead… Why…’

“Oh, you mean the mother of life genetics!” A flash of understanding appeared in the woman’s eyes. She said calmly, “It’s just a resemblance! I should also add, my surname is also Guan, so many people have asked me if she’s one of my ancestors… There’s no evidence of that at the moment! Hmm, follow me…”

Chu Bamboo took a deep look at the woman as countless thoughts raced through his mind. ‘While it could just be a coincidence, I’m more inclined to believe…’

Chu Bamboo followed the woman closely. Dean Li wiped his sweat and bowed to Chu Bamboo. “Uh… Ms. Guan, she isn’t actually part of our hospital… so, um, I, this…”

Dean Li was all too aware of what a Bishop of the God Worship Sect represented… This was not someone he could afford to offend…

The problem was, he couldn’t afford to offend that Ms. Guan either!

“It’s fine!” Chu Bamboo waved his hand and followed.

…

An office.

At Chu Bamboo’s request, only the two of them remained in the room.

“Alright!” Guan Xinlin raised an eyebrow, looking at ‘Bishop Hu’ before her with great interest. “If you have some ulterior motive, you can just say it! Or rather, what kind of private deal does the Pope want to make with me?”

Guan Xinlin didn’t believe for a second that the man before her was actually seeking her out for a procedure… With the power of a Bishop—Third Realm, no, even Fourth Realm—Genetic Modification would be completely useless! So, this was just an excuse to meet…

Staring thoughtfully at her face, one possibility after another flashed through Chu Bamboo’s mind. With a solemn expression, he undid his Rewrite, revealing his true face, and stared at Guan Xinlin. ‘At the same time, I’ve already prepared to reset by committing suicide!’

At that moment, the room fell deathly silent.

“…Interesting.” Guan Xinlin’s back gradually straightened, and her gaze sharpened. “I never expected… hehe! You’re really not afraid to die.”

“?” A look of confusion appeared on Chu Bamboo’s face.

“Am I wrong…?” Guan Xinlin said coolly. “Just as the Crown Prince has gone missing! Suddenly, someone who looks exactly like the Crown Prince appears… Hmm, are you planning to get some more body modifications and then go deceive the Emperor? The old ‘swap the prince for a wildcat’ trick? A little interesting…”

“This job… I’m not doing it!” Guan Xinlin’s body tensed slightly, her voice serious. “You can try to silence me… but, given my status! Even the Pope probably couldn’t cover it up perfectly…”

“How about we make a deal instead,” Guan Xinlin said, speaking with ease. “You can find a Cultivator with a Contract Divine Technique, and I can make a pact to never reveal this information! You spare my life… and I won’t participate or leak the secret!”

Chu Bamboo: “…”

Chu Bamboo fell into deep thought. ‘This was… not quite what I imagined!’

“I have nothing to do with the Crown Prince! My real identity is…” Chu Bamboo softly stated his identity as Secretary-General, gazing at her thoughtfully.

Guan Xinlin’s breath hitched for a moment. She stared at Chu Bamboo with a peculiar expression. Then, she pulled out her phone. “I’m going to call the dean’s number right now… and then, perhaps you’d like to visit the mental contamination ward next door?”

Guan Xinlin’s words were very tactful, but her meaning was perfectly clear.

“…Is that so.” Chu Bamboo gave Guan Xinlin a deep look. ‘Could I have really misunderstood?’

And then.

“My dear Crown Prince, if you have any doubts, you can ask me directly.” A gentle voice suddenly rang out.

Guan Xinlin’s expression changed drastically. ‘What… Crown Prince? Wait, this person who just popped out of nowhere is…’ The moment Guan Xinlin realized who had suddenly appeared, her mind went blank. ‘It really is the Crown Prince, how is that possible… Also, did I just do something incredibly stupid?’

After a brief silence, Chu Bamboo turned his head and saw the Emperor, a strange smile on his face. He asked bluntly, “How did you find me?”

The Emperor raised an eyebrow, merely looking at Guan Xinlin. “You have performed a great service!”

Guan Xinlin forced a smile that was uglier than a crying face. ‘What kind of great service is this? It looks like I’ve offended the Crown Prince… Will the Crown Prince retaliate against me in the future?’

‘No, I can’t stay on Earth anymore…’

Guan Xinlin was already wondering if she should emigrate to another planet… ‘The question is, should I move to the Moon, or Venus—but the Human Empire’s influence is very strong on both those planets! Why not go to the more desolate Sun Region? The Sun is huge, and sparsely populated. It’s the frontier of the frontier, a place the Empire’s reach can hardly touch!’

“…I didn’t see her dial her phone in front of me!” Chu Bamboo’s brows furrowed even tighter.

“Crown Prince, what are you talking about?” The Emperor’s voice held a trace of confusion. “Why would she need to pull out her phone? Isn’t it enough to just think it…?”

Chu Bamboo snapped back to his senses, nearly forgetting… ‘This is the future!’

‘It’s possible that you don’t need to operate it manually; you can control a phone just by thinking—was I really tripped up by something like that?’

Sighing, Chu Bamboo chose to commit suicide without hesitation.

Before he died, he saw the Emperor’s dark, profound gaze. There was no surprise in it, no confusion, only a hint of assessment, a hint of amusement, and a hint of contemplation.

…

Opening his eyes once more, Chu Bamboo looked at the familiar surroundings of the Nuwa Base and spoke without hesitation, “Nuwa No. 17, search for specific details on a person for me!”

“Guan Xinlin of the Life Divine Teachings, currently in Modu City! Give me all of her specific intelligence… including birth, family, bloodline tracing…”

After a slight pause, Chu Bamboo added, “Focus the search… on her connection to Guan Qianyu! Even if she’s not a direct relative, as long as you can find an ancestor with a connection to Guan Qianyu, that’s fine too!”