My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

Opening his eyes again, Chu Bamboo surveyed his surroundings. ‘Am I back at Nuwa Base again?’

In other words, it should be six o’clock in the morning right now!

He pursed his lips, his thoughts racing. ‘Okay, what I know for sure is: the Emperor is the traitor, the Emperor is watching my every move, and the moment the Emperor confirms… hmm?’

‘That’s it!’ Chu Bamboo suddenly realized a blind spot. ‘Once the Emperor confirms I’m the reborn Secretary Chu from the past, he’ll make his move immediately! He’ll kill me… He might use an assassin, or he might just forcibly send the Giant Dragon my way.’

‘Even if I use the Cat of Destiny to escape, the Emperor will ultimately choose to… destroy the entire world!’

Chu Bamboo grew thoughtful. After all, choosing to escape with the Cat of Destiny would be a tacit admission that he was the Secretary Chu from the past and that he had some grasp of the current situation.

Since he had already fallen into the net, it would make perfect sense for the Emperor to just flip the table and destroy all of human civilization along with him.

‘But I remember in yesterday’s timeline… even though I escaped with the Cat of Destiny, I didn’t see the world get destroyed,’ Chu Bamboo couldn’t make sense of it. After racking his brain, he came up with a guess. ‘Could it be the issue with the Prophets that Lin Xia mentioned?’

Every time he returned to the Real World, the future the Prophets could see would change, and so would the strategies they employed. This was probably why the Emperor reacted differently to a similar situation in yesterday’s timeline compared to today’s.

‘In that case…’ Chu Bamboo had a theory. ‘If I don’t reveal that I’m Secretary Chu and don’t leave the base, will the Emperor still kill me?’

‘Time to test it.’ Chu Bamboo’s expression turned serious. The experiment was simple: he would just stay here until nightfall.

If nothing unusual happened while he kept a low profile, it would prove that as long as he didn’t leave the base or reveal his identity, the Emperor wouldn’t kill him right away. Instead, the Emperor would just watch him, cautiously.

Essentially, the Emperor was fishing. And when you’re fishing, the fish has to take the bait before you can reel it in.

Chu Bamboo now realized that in this timeline, his current self was the bait. Secretary Chu, having arrived from the past, was the real fish the Emperor wanted to catch.

Detecting any suspicion was like feeling a nibble on the line. Even if the fish wasn’t truly hooked, the Emperor—the fisherman—would strike. In other words, he’d kill the now-suspicious Chu Bamboo.

And if he confirmed the fish had truly arrived—even if it just took the bait and fled…

…the Emperor and those behind him could choose to simply drain the entire pond. In other words, detonate the pollution and utterly destroy human civilization.

‘Because Lin Xia—or a corrupted version of him—thinks my only ability is jumping back and forth between two eras…’

‘It seems the Prophets and the Emperor might now know what Lin Xia knows… I just don’t know if they learned it from the corrupted Lin Xia, some other Time Club member, or if they simply figured it out on their own…’

‘This must be the real reason Lin Xia insisted I go back and muddy the waters… But even if they’ve figured that much out, they still don’t know I have the Power of Death Reset…’

‘Not knowing about the Power of Reset, they think killing me will solve everything! So, the moment they lock onto me, they’ll go straight for the kill!’

‘Or, even without a lock, as long as they confirm I’m connected to the Secretary from the past, they’ll almost certainly choose to kill me!’

Chu Bamboo took a shallow breath. After all, if this timeline’s Chu Bamboo was the only vessel for his past self, then killing him would be another way for the masterminds to solve their problem.

‘I’ll wait until tonight, then… time for another test…’

Chu Bamboo closed his eyes. He was almost certain, but he still had to verify his theory to be absolutely sure.

Chu Bamboo began to sense the state of his own body. He had already undergone the Third Realm’s physical transformation. Drawing on his previous experience, Chu Bamboo analyzed his body’s condition and quickly reached a conclusion. ‘It’s true, the genetic defects have been completely erased!’

Even for a Third Realm Cultivator, the Genetic Modification process came with its own genetic problems.

Previously, these genetic issues would have affected his descendants. Now, however, they were the kind that could be suppressed by Extraordinary Power of an equivalent level. The defects still existed post-modification, but they wouldn’t affect him or any potential offspring.

But now, after the reset, those genetic issues—the ones that had remained but caused no harm—were completely gone.

‘In other words, even though my power isn’t up to par yet, I can still undergo the Fourth Realm Genetic Modification!’ Joy surged through Chu Bamboo.

After a moment of contemplation, Chu Bamboo began following the cultivation methods his good friend had recorded, honing his foundation and accumulating the resources needed to break through to the Fourth Realm.

‘Strictly speaking, with the Memory Domain, breaking through to the Fourth Realm isn’t as hard as I imagined…’ Chu Bamboo suppressed the swirl of thoughts in his mind. He had already figured out how to use the Memory Domain as his own Celestial Mandate.

All he needed now was to accumulate power.

Time ticked by.

He waited until eight o’clock that night. At some point, Li Kang and Ning Linglong came by to chat, but Chu Bamboo refused their invitation to go out.

‘Eight o’clock and I’m still alive. Looks like my theory was correct.’ A flicker in Chu Bamboo’s eyes, he got to his feet and quickly walked out of the base.

Out on the main street, Chu Bamboo could feel a faintly searing power spreading through his body with every breath. It was, without a doubt, the pollution.

He looked up at the sky, where a bright moon hung high. It was eight o’clock at night, and the world had not been destroyed. No Giant Dragon had come crashing into the base. And there was no…

Suddenly, Chu Bamboo frowned. His body erupted in a brilliant flash of light as a dagger shot through him at incredible speed.

“Huh?!” The assassin’s form materialized, his voice tinged with surprise. His face was wrapped tightly in cloth, leaving only his eyes visible—eyes that were now filled with shock and uncertainty.

Chu Bamboo turned, staring thoughtfully at the assassin. ‘This time it was just a knife? Last time it was that black-hole thing… Strange. Was it a different person who tried to kill me each time?’

Chu Bamboo quickly pushed the stray thoughts aside and raised a finger with a flicker of interest. “…Light Bullet!”

The next moment, a dense barrage of light mortar shells materialized from the void and rained down on the assassin.

Chu Bamboo kept up the bombardment for a full three minutes before stopping. He panted lightly and wiped away a bead of nonexistent sweat. “Phew, that was dangerous!”

He could sense the assassin’s memories dissipating, which meant he was well and truly dead. ‘I can basically confirm it wasn’t the same person both times… Does this mean the Emperor has a lot of people to send after me?’

Glancing at the sky again, Chu Bamboo thought for a moment, then chose to use the Shadow Windbreaker to manipulate the shadows of his own blood vessels and kill himself.

…

Opening his eyes, Chu Bamboo unhesitatingly summoned the Cat of Destiny to escape the Emperor’s hunt and quickly made his way to the Memory Domain.

“It’s been a while…”

“Lin Xia! There’s no time to waste,” Chu Bamboo said, his expression grim. “We don’t have much time. We probably only have three or four hours left!”

“Next, the Emperor is going to detonate the pollution from Z, the Master of Omniscience, Nuwa, and the Celestial Net on Earth! He will then completely destroy all of humanity. And one more thing: the Memory Domain won’t be safe then, either! Because you’re overlooking something: the corrupted version of you has memories of the Memory Domain!”

“??” Lin Xia’s expression froze. Huo Yuan gasped. “Wait, how do you know…”

“It’s part of the plan,” Chu Bamboo said calmly, silencing everyone in the room.

“I understand.” Lin Xia’s eyes flickered as he nodded seriously. It was, after all, a fundamental rule of the Time Club he himself had established. So, no matter how many questions he had, he had to suppress them all and follow Chu Bamboo’s instructions without fail. “What do you need me to do?”

“First, I need…” Chu Bamboo paused, looking thoughtfully at Huo Yuan. “Right, Miss Huo, what’s your area of top-tier expertise again? You know about my Divine Techniques, right… Can I just directly replicate your skills? Also, your dad was already brilliant, he must be even more so in the aerospace field now, right? Maybe we can get him out here, too…”