Chapter 1 The Child Found on the Mountain

In contrast to the dazzling lobby, the furnishings in the room are very simple: a bed, a table, and a stool. An old man, dressed like a typical farmer and utterly ordinary, would be completely unrecognizable in a crowd, is comfortably leaning against a solid wooden stool, leisurely observing a rather dull-looking young man.

Hmm? The college entrance examination? Wang Shizi directly ignored the old man's fury, looking dazed and then confusedly said: "But what is so important about the college entrance examination? What does it have to do with me?"

"Shut up! Who told you to memorize the perpetual calendar? I allow you to go online for 2 hours every day, just so you can understand the outside world, and this is what you have learned about? The day after tomorrow is the day of the Huaxia college entrance examination, such an important day, and you actually don't know?" The old man suddenly interrupted the boy's words in a fit of rage.

However, it is evident that no one here cares about this striking visual dissonance, while the old man, with a solemn expression, turned to the white light sphere and asked, "To what stage has the transmission of civilization progressed?"

Once the figure of the young boy disappeared into the old house, the ground immediately closed up, and the dilapidated old house returned to its original worn state

2, 2, 3, 4

The swift speed and deft technique unmistakably indicate that this young boy, despite his tender age, has long since become proficient in this tedious and laborious task. Particularly striking are the robust biceps revealed when he raises the axe, along with the subtle quivering of his six-pack abs, which further enhance the aesthetic appeal of the boy as he chops wood

The old and kind voice that suddenly came from the dilapidated cabin interrupted the boy's action of chopping wood. The boy raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, turned his head to glance at the cabin, and called out loudly: "Grandfather, there are only a few pieces left. What is so urgent? Can't it wait until I finish chopping?"

Alright, young master, do not chop any more for today, quickly come inside!

The time is just right, so I will proceed with the original plan and let that kid take the college entrance examination in Huaxia tomorrow. It is time to release him. We have also reached the moment to leave," the old man said, clasping his hands behind his back and nodding.

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In 2015, over thirty years have passed since the implementation of reform and opening-up in China, and the achievements gained are undoubtedly immense. Countless individuals have become wealthy, and the standard of living for the people has significantly improved; however, according to official statistical reports, there are still numerous impoverished villages scattered throughout various regions of China

At that moment, a miracle occurred. The seemingly ordinary large iron pot suddenly emitted a faint white light from its center, which then directly formed into the shape of a palm. Following this, a gentle electronic synthesized female voice suddenly sounded: "Fingerprint verification passed!" As soon as this voice fell, a large crack suddenly opened up at the spot where the young man was standing, revealing a flight of stairs. The young prince walked down without hesitation. Subsequently, a gentle electronic synthesized female voice suddenly sounded: "Fingerprint verification passed!" As soon as this voice fell, a large crack suddenly opened up at the spot where the young man was standing, revealing a flight of stairs. The young prince walked down without hesitation.

This response is clearly a form of perfunctory behavior, but at that time, the Crown Prince was still young and did not understand these matters. As he grew older, he became accustomed to this way of life. Although some had suggested that the Crown Prince should attend school, the old man had managed to gain a reputation as an educated person in the village, and his level of knowledge seemed to be no worse than that of the local primary school teachers. Therefore, everyone assumed that the old man was educating his grandson himself, and naturally, no one said much about it

Do you know what day the day after tomorrow is? The old man did not directly answer Wang Shizi's question, but instead responded with a question.

Moreover, in this completely isolated mountain village and in this era where appearances and parental influence dominate, how many children can truly change their fate through the rudimentary village primary school? Therefore, Wang Shizi's seventeen years of life can undoubtedly be described as a tragedy; he has never even had a hot meal, and his daily sustenance consists of three capsule-sized pellets that serve as his meals. Yet, who would have thought that Wang Shizi, raised in such conditions, could appear so robust and well-developed?

Given the physical condition of Earthlings, this transmission of civilization took a total of 5324 standard cosmic days and consumed 380 standard cosmic energy units, all of which have been fully recorded

The story of the Crown Prince's origins is truly pitiful. To put it bluntly, as the man he refers to as grandfather has said, the Crown Prince is merely a child picked up from the mountain hollows. Thus, the Crown Prince has never seen his parents since childhood, growing up only with the man he calls grandfather. This grandfather has made him chop wood and gather firewood every day since he was seven years old. Even more outrageous is the fact that this grandfather has never allowed him to leave Wangjia Village. Therefore, despite the Crown Prince being seventeen years old, he has had very few interactions with others. He cannot be compared at all to the pampered children in the city.

This is a hall rich in science fiction elements, with holographic video displays covering all four walls. An elderly man dressed in the attire of a seasoned farmer stands in the center of the hall, with a five-clawed golden dragon swirling above his head, while opposite him is a white sphere of light, appearing extremely discordant

One, Two, Three, Four

The people of the entire village were mostly gathered in the low-lying flat land at the foot of the mountain, with the exception of a solitary house located on the hillside towards the south. At this moment, in front of the dilapidated little house, a handsome young man, appearing to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, was half-naked, mumbling to himself as he counted, while steadily wielding an axe to chop firewood.

Summer has already arrived, and in the dim light of dawn, the counting murmured by the youth sounds particularly crisp

"Grandfather, what is the urgent matter that you need to discuss with me?" Facing the old man's leisurely gaze, Wang Shizi directly inquired.

Upon reading this, do not mistakenly think that this is a clichéd fantasy novel, where the woodcutter boy is a descendant of royalty from some country. In reality, this is simply an unadulterated urban story. It just so happens that the boy's surname is Wang, and his given name is Shizi.

Indeed, for a young man who has never attended school for a single day and spends his time every day chopping wood on the mountain and then returning home to split it, he truly does not understand what significance the college entrance examination holds for him. In fact, he does not even know what significance splitting wood every day has for him. Over the past ten years, he has chopped an incalculable amount of wood, yet the amount he has actually used is pitifully small

Are you feeling a bit mischievous again? Have you forgotten what it means to obey orders? You come in when you're told to, no need for any nonsense!

Forget it, let's not record these anymore. After all, the time spent on Earth is hardly worth mentioning compared to our wandering in the universe. It has been tens of thousands of cosmic years since we encountered a country that worships the five-clawed golden dragon like our homeland! I never expected to find it on Earth; this can be considered fate. Given the current civilization of Earth and the nature of its people, if they were to attract the attention of a civilization above Level C in the universe, it would undoubtedly lead to catastrophic consequences. Therefore, I have decided to erase all records of the cultural heritage of Earth, and besides, it is time for us to return to our homeland!" The old man suddenly sighed deeply.

Therefore, for a child picked up from the mountains, such a life is already sufficiently happy

However, the Crown Prince seemed to be accustomed to these things, appearing oblivious to everything around him. He directly passed through the dazzling hall and arrived at a small door in the left corner of the hall, gently knocking on the large door.

Even now, many impoverished mountainous areas still lack access to roads, and Wangjia Village, located within the Dabie Mountains, is one such impoverished village. Not only is there no road access, but the residents of Wangjia Village do not even have electricity. This is due to the surrounding barren mountains and the lack of substantial tourism resources available for development. However, even if there were tourism development potential here, investors would undoubtedly be deterred by the enormous initial investment costs.

The younger generation has mostly gone out to work, leaving behind primarily the older generation in the village. They are reluctant to part with the homeland they have lived in for a lifetime, and can only rely on their few acres of land to sustain their lives.

In the dilapidated cabin, fires are rarely lit; only at mealtime does some smoke rise from the chimney, yet even he does not know where this smoke comes from

The crown prince naturally questioned the old man about why he could not attend the village primary school located thirty miles away like other children. However, the old man simply brushed it off with the remark, "You are just a foundling; how can you be like other children?"

He neatly chopped the firewood and distributed it to the households in the entire village as arranged by the elderly man. After all, no one here uses liquefied gas, and most of the residents are elderly people left behind. This firewood could save these elderly individuals quite a bit of trouble

Well, let's set the departure for 2:00 AM tomorrow, Earth time in Huaxia. At that time, we won't disturb anyone. Activate the environmental self-destruction mode for the temporary base!" The old man gave his final instruction, then waved his hand, and the light sphere vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared in the hall.

In conclusion, anyone who suddenly encounters these things would absolutely not believe that this is in one of the poorest small villages in China

After saying so much, it felt as if something was missing in the room. Indeed, what was lacking was people. Just moments ago, there had clearly been sounds coming from within, but when Prince Wang entered this unobstructed small room, he could not see a single person. However, the young man did not show the slightest hint of surprise, and walked straight to the iron pot, extending a hand directly to press down on the center of the pot.

Next to the stove, there is a table with one leg broken, propped up by a brick, which should serve as the dining table. On it, there are still unwashed bowls and chopsticks. It is remarkable how multifunctional this dilapidated house is, serving as a kitchen, bedroom, living room, and dining room all in one. This would be unimaginable in a city, but it is quite normal in Wangjia Village, where some families even live alongside their livestock.

"Come in!" The old and kind voice echoed once more. Wang Shizi curled his lips and then directly pushed the door open.

During the final virtual synchronization, the civilization route we have organized, suitable for the evolution and development of Earth, will be completely synchronized into the host's brain. Surprisingly, this sphere of light responded to the old man's question just like a human would.

In fact, this basement not only appears incongruous compared to the dilapidated small house above, but it also seems to belong to a different world when compared to Wangjia Village or even the most prosperous metropolises in Huaxia. This is because the furnishings in the basement are exceedingly futuristic. The hall, over three meters high, features walls that gleam with a metallic luster, a three-dimensional virtual screen at the center, and in the middle of the hall, there are electronic seats connected to a row of impressively sophisticated instruments, which are typically only seen in science fiction films. The most striking element is a vividly animated virtual five-clawed golden dragon floating above the hall.

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Accompanied by the song on his lips, the already divided thick firewood was neatly chopped into eight sections. Subsequently, the young man wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and gathered the chopped firewood, stacking it neatly on top of a pile of firewood that had already been built beside the dilapidated house.

The day after tomorrow?" The Crown Prince scratched his head in confusion, pondering for a while before inquiring in an uncertain tone: "The day after tomorrow is June 7, 2015, in the Gregorian calendar, which is the 18th day of the 5th month in the lunar calendar, um, it just happens to be the ninth solar term, Grain in Ear...

As you wish!" the orb of light responded without a trace of emotional fluctuation

Everyone should not be envious of this seemingly comfortable physique; any achievement is the result of continuous effort. In fact, regardless of who it is, if one starts chopping wood in the mountains at the age of seven and continues for over ten years without interruption, except in the case of severe weather, one will develop a strong physique and exceptional wood-chopping skills.

The stairway passage did not appear dim due to the closing of the ground; on the contrary, the timely illumination of white light made the entire passage as bright as day. Moreover, since the descending stairs were not long, only about ten steps, the Crown Prince quickly exited the passage and entered a basement that was vastly different from the world above.

Hearing his grandfather's angry reprimand, Prince Wang seemed reluctant to leave as he glanced at the more than ten pieces of firewood that were not yet chopped. He casually tossed aside the axe in his hand and walked into the small room. The interior of the room was quite simple, consisting of only one room, with a bed placed in the far corner and a stove directly opposite. On the stove was a large iron pot that was disproportionately large for the size of the room.