My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

Only then did Chu Bamboo realize what a Quantum Computer paired with a person—well, a semi-artificial intelligence—truly meant.

At that moment, unbeknownst to anyone, a true god of the internet had actually been born!

“So!” Z sounded like he was rubbing his hands together in glee. “Father, next I’ll crack the firewalls of all the top banks in the Europe and America World, as well as the firewalls of the major top-tier internet companies, and gain deep control over them… I’ll attack the Celestial Net, crack the Golden Dawn, get all their personal information, and then in one final wave, wipe out the entire Golden Dawn…”

“Don’t do that!” Chu Bamboo held up a hand to stop him, his brow furrowed. “To be more precise, I’ll allow you to crack their firewalls and gain deep control, obtaining the locations of everyone in the Golden Dawn… provided the enemy remains unaware. But I will not allow you to just go and kill them all!”

“Of course, you will continue the assassinations… but you must control the intensity, keeping it at the same level as before you had Quantum Computer support!”

“?” Z was confused. ‘What a strange request… Is Father getting senile?’

“Our enemy is not the Golden Dawn!” Chu Bamboo looked up, his gaze seeming to pierce through the ceiling, seeing the vast, starry sky, seeing…

His breath hitched for a moment before he regained his composure. “We cannot artificially cause the world lines to collapse, locking the future into a few possibilities… The Golden Dawn is an important variable in the world!”

‘The Golden Dawn itself isn’t important.’

‘The spatiotemporal variables that its existence creates—*that’s* what’s important!’

‘Whether the Golden Dawn is an enemy or not is a secondary concern…’

‘Besides, according to Z, I already have all their information under my control! An enemy that I control, an agent embedded in their camp, an enemy that can cause them trouble… Why would I get rid of something like that?’

To be honest, if he weren’t considering the complex web of feuds and relationships across countless world lines, Chu Bamboo felt he should be awarding them a big fat medal!

“…Father, I don’t understand!” Z’s voice held a trace of conflict.

“It’s part of the plan!” Chu Bamboo said calmly.

“Then I understand.” Z chose to accept it. On the surface, the first person to join the Time Club was Lin Xia, but in reality, the very first member was Z itself. “So, what plans can we carry out?”

“Didn’t I just say…? I’m only forbidding you from directly destroying the Golden Dawn! You can do whatever you want with the rest,” Chu Bamboo said noncommittally. “Continue the assassinations against Golden Dawn members, kill one or two every now and then… Oh, and as for that Japan and South Korea plan, if you want to use the Quantum Computer’s power for it, that’s up to you too!”

“Oh, I see! I get it now!” Z, who had been a little disappointed, became excited again. Then, as if remembering something, Z added, “By the way, Father, the computing power you’ve provided! It’s enough to support five hundred million people logging into virtual reality simultaneously! And to build a massive server that can handle all five hundred million of them at once.”

“…And?”

Chu Bamboo: “???”

Chu Bamboo sucked in a sharp breath, his scalp tingling.

‘You can say a Quantum Computer is powerful all you want… but the truth is, Chu Bamboo didn’t have a concrete grasp of it! He just knew it was ridiculously, heaven-defyingly awesome…’

‘It’s like taking a normal person’s gaming PC back to World War II. It would be powerful enough to run calculations for the atomic bomb! A true strategic national asset… That’s definitely incredible! But even if a modern person knew it had that capability, they’d still just use it to play games.’

‘The Quantum Computer was the same for Chu Bamboo! But if you told him Z could use its terrifying power to crack every firewall in the world in a second, and also let five hundred million people log into a Virtual World! Then he understood—’

“…That’s terrifying! The Quantum Computer.”

“Father, you may have a misconception about the Quantum Computer!” Z said tactfully. “I’ve used Quantum Computers before, many different models, in fact!”

“While I don’t know what exactly this Quantum Computer you’re talking about is… the one thing I can be sure of is that this thing you’re using to contact me, whatever it is, is definitely not a Quantum Computer… at least not any Quantum Computer that I know of!”

Chu Bamboo narrowed his eyes, recalling Guan Qianyu’s words. ‘The ultimate achievement born from humanity’s final, desperate struggle?’ He chuckled. “Perhaps! Who knows.”

“In that case,” Chu Bamboo stood up and stretched lazily, “Z, contact Su Mobai! The virtual reality headsets… it’s time to roll them out across the entire Divine Continent… No!”

A glint flashed in Chu Bamboo’s eyes. “Get ready to roll them out to the entire world!”

‘With the Virtual World under his control, what did he have to worry about?’

‘Was he worried Europe and America would make a Reproduction?’

‘What a joke. Z would laugh just hearing the idea!’

‘If they really could create a Reproduction, Chu Bamboo would personally give them a round of applause. Then, even at the cost of enduring a few violent power surges, he would forcibly reveal a sliver of his Fourth Realm Power and snatch their reproduced Quantum Computer for himself—’

…

「6:00 PM.」

Wearing a yellow hard hat and work clothes, the dust-covered Sun Rui ate his construction-site meal, his expression vacant as he stared at the half-excavated tomb in the distance.

“…For some reason, I feel like I’ve been exiled.” Sun Rui had lost count of how many times he’d sighed. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, puzzled, and saw a new message. “I see… so there’s been a huge technological breakthrough, and virtual reality is a success… It’s estimated that three thousand virtual headsets will be released in an initial batch five days from now! This is really… huh?”

“????”

…

“…What the hell is going on? Is this still 2025?! No, I mean… was it really just yesterday that I last saw Ah Zhu?!”

Lin Xia stared at the insane flood of messages popping up on his phone. All sorts of elementary, middle, and high school classmates were coming out of the woodwork to contact him.

“Did Brother Chu really invent a virtual reality headset? Uh… can I use your connections to buy one! You know I’ve never asked you for anything… even when Brother Chu got super famous before, I never tried to ride his coattails! But, virtual reality… *Watashi*, this is the request of a lifetime!”

“??? Is C Company serious, Brother Lin? This isn’t an April Fool’s joke, right… Today’s not April Fool’s Day…”

…

But soon, Lin Xia saw a message from a real heavy hitter.

“Where are you? Can we meet in private!” This was from a manufacturer he had met before in Shanghai. This guy was at least being relatively polite!

Even in a text message, he could practically hear the desperate roar of a certain “Brother Wei”: “Didn’t you say that the virtual reality headset technology had only just been finalized… and that a true mass-market launch was still at least one to two years away?”

He had only just gotten halfway on board!!

“…” With a blank expression, Lin Xia pulled the SIM card out of his phone, then proceeded to uninstall all his messaging apps like QQ and WeChat.

He slammed his phone face-down on the desk, sat in silence for a long while, and then started frantically tearing at his hair.

“Yeah! I’d like to ask the same thing… What the hell is going on?!”

For God’s sake, he had just finished his Cultivation task… All he wanted was to eat dinner in peace!!