Power System Knowledge

When I glanced at the other person's phone, I saw my electronic ID card file. My name was Ding Han, my address was Tengshan City, Jiangning Province, and even my ID number was clearly displayed.

"What's wrong, Ding Han?" Cheng Shuang asked.

I then realized that my earlier reaction of surprise was inappropriate, so I laughed and said, "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that information technology is so advanced nowadays that they could confirm my identity with just a photo."

"Isn't this normal?"

Cheng Shuang chuckled lightly, saying nothing more.

Shortly after, the government staff member in charge of taking photos left, accompanied by Cheng Shuang. I lay quietly on the hospital bed, lost in deep thought.

Is the "me" in Tengshan City really the same "me" I am now?

If so, and I've taken over this body through the <Star Abyss> system, then where did the original "me" go?

Furthermore, this also overturned my original assumptions.

At first, I thought that every player entering the Star Abyss World would be a completely new individual, a person created through cloning or nutritional elements to reshape their body, and would have no connection with the characters in the Star Abyss World.

Now it seems I was completely wrong; perhaps every player in the Star Abyss World has a "prototype."

This is a big question, and we'll discuss it in detail later, exploring its deeper secrets, which may be helpful for the future "origins" of many of our players.

"Ding Han."

Cheng Shuang returned and said, "The doctor said your recovery is going very well. He told me to take you around to keep you in a good mood so you can recover faster. You can't walk very far yet, so I had a friend send over a wheelchair. Starting tomorrow, after breakfast, I'll push you around the streets and let you see the sights of Jiangning City."

"Wouldn't this be too much trouble for you, Cheng Shuang?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What's the trouble?"

She smiled slightly, "Just be a good girl and I'll take care of everything."

"Alright, whatever you say."

"Um!"

The next day.

Cheng Shuang arrived early, bringing breakfast as usual: Hulatang sticks, and even two baskets of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

After the two finished eating, the head nurse pushed in a brand-new wheelchair and said with a smile, "Ms. Cheng, would you like us to send two nurses to accompany you?"

"Need not."

Cheng Shuang smiled and said, "I can take good care of him, don't worry."

"All right..."

The head nurse smiled and said, "Director Li said that we just need to be back at the hospital before 7 p. m., because he needs to do a rehabilitation check-up for the patients at 7:30 p. m."

"Um!"

So, I took a few steps with difficulty and sat steadily in the wheelchair. Cheng Shuang then studied the structure of the wheelchair and pushed me out of the sanatorium.

Fallen leaves rolled along the street.

Jiangning City is a city with a large number of plane trees. The weather is nice today, and the warm sunshine makes people feel cozy.

"Ding Han, are you cold?" Cheng Shuang asked from behind.

"It's not cold."

I shook my head and said, "Where are we going?"

"Go to a place that makes you feel good."

Cheng Shuang smiled mysteriously, "It's one of my secret bases, not far, we'll be there soon."

"All right..."

Soon after, she pushed me into a street, a commercial street, densely packed with all kinds of cafes, bars, guesthouses, etc. A few minutes later, Cheng Shuang pushed me into a cat cafe.

The street was bustling with commercial activity, and the pet cafe's location was pretty good, but perhaps because it was too early, there weren't many customers.

I glanced around and noticed that the coffee shop was quite tastefully decorated. The windowsills were filled with flowers, while several lazy cats lay on the tables, basking in the sun carefree. No wonder Cheng Shuang said this was a place that could lift one's spirits; it certainly was.

"What would you like to drink?"

I'm not particular.

I smiled and said, "I'll drink whatever you drink, as long as it's the same."

"Good."

Cheng Shuang ordered two relatively weak coffees, probably because she was worried that coffee would put too much strain on my body.

After that, she took out a camera from the bag hanging behind her wheelchair and began taking pictures of the cats in the store, using various framing and focusing techniques with remarkable professionalism.

With nothing to do, I sipped my coffee, basked in the warmth of the sun, and watched the people coming and going outside, feeling quite content.

"Um?"

Suddenly, in a fleeting moment, I seemed to see a familiar figure.

I subconsciously left my seat and limped out of the coffee shop. Standing in the cold wind, I looked to my right. Just now, I clearly saw a woman wearing a winter coat. Although I couldn't see her face, her profile looked exactly like someone else's.

Lin Qingying.

Besides her, I don't know anyone else in the world with such a beautiful profile; her temperament is unique.

But how did she end up in Jiangning City?

Unfortunately, the commercial street had a large flow of people, and her figure disappeared in the blink of an eye amidst the comings and goings of people.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Shuang hurriedly came out, afraid that I would fall, and supported my wrist.

"I think I saw someone I know."

My gaze continued to sweep through the bustling crowd, but unfortunately, I didn't see her again.

"I might have misread it."

I smiled and said, "Let's go inside and sit down to soak up the sun."

"Um."

Cheng Shuang helped me back into the coffee shop, then placed a Ragdoll cat in my arms and said with a smile, "This one is so well-behaved and very affectionate. Petting it for a while will make you feel much better."

"Yeah?"

As I petted the cat, the ragdoll in my arms suddenly started purring and rubbed its head against my arm. It was indeed a very well-behaved kitten.

Cheng Shuang sat down, took a sip of coffee, and smiled, "That person you mistook for someone else must be very important to you, right?"

"I don't know either."

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Perhaps."

"Ding Han."

Cheng Shuang pointed to the bookshelf next to her and smiled, "This pet cafe has quite a few world classics, would you like to take a look?"

"A classic work..."

I nodded. "Okay, just give me any book, something heartwarming, like a sweet romance."

"Then I'll look for it."

Cheng Shuang got up and turned her back to search on the bookshelf.

Her back view was beautiful; her jet-black hair cascaded down her back, and her figure was perfectly proportioned, a perfect hourglass shape.

Ultimately, she found love amidst the war, but it wasn't sweet.

That's true, they're classic novels, all of them are incredibly heart-wrenching, there's no reason for them to have sweet romances.

Then, I suddenly thought of something and said, "Cheng Shuang, can you do me a favor?"

"Okay, you go ahead."

She started tasting sweets.

"I'm looking for a book on the Fundamentals of the Power System, but I doubt you can find this kind of technical book in most bookstores. Could you please help me?"

"Knowledge about dynamical systems?"

Cheng Shuang said, "You guessed right. Our Crimson Dragon Country has very strict control over books on cutting-edge technology. These books are not available on the market and are basically only found in universities. However, I have a classmate who teaches at Jiangning University of Science and Technology. I can ask him to help me get a copy. It shouldn't be too difficult."

"Thank you for your help!"

"You're welcome."

She made a phone call, cheerfully calling the other person "senior brother," and then mentioned the book on basic dynamics. The senior brother immediately agreed without hesitation, even asking if she wanted to come back for the school's centennial celebration.

"Done!"

Cheng Shuang put down her phone and smiled, "I should be able to get it by tomorrow at the latest."

"Yeah, thanks!"

I chuckled. The reason I need this book is that as my career progresses, I will eventually come into contact with high-level equipment such as Power Sword, Power Armor, and Chainsaw Sword. One of the conditions for repairing and maintaining this equipment is to have basic knowledge of <Power Systems>, and the skill level must be high. In addition, this skill enhances mental strength, which is also essential for me.

My experience fighting against the Dark Tide Psionicist has taught me that high spirit is not a bad thing for physical attackers; on the contrary, it can often be a lifesaver.

Where should we eat lunch?

Cheng Shuang smiled and said, "There are quite a few famous private restaurants around here, would you like to try some? I'll take you to have a taste of the finer things in life!"

"Okay..."

I laughed and said, "I'm from out of town and know nothing about local cuisine, so I'm counting on you for food!"

"Okay, I've got your back."

Cheng Shuang, holding the camera, said, "Let me take a picture of you and the cat. Look here."

"Snap!"

I took a photo with the kitten in my arms.

At noon, we ate at a private restaurant deep in the street. Just as Cheng Shuang had said, the food was quite delicious and professional. There weren't many customers; it was just Cheng Shuang and me on the entire second floor. We ate our fill.

In the afternoon, Cheng Shuang pushed an empty cart, and I walked alongside her for a short distance.

"Ding Han."

Cheng Shuang turned to look at me and said, "I've always had a question in my mind: why did my brother pass on the inheritance of the Ride the Wind Sword to you?"

"Perhaps because..."

I frowned and said, "I'm lucky; I awakened something called the Essence Furnace within my body, while Brother Cheng Feng doesn't have one. So he thinks I have potential, that's about it..."

"I see..."

Cheng Shuang seemed thoughtful, then asked after a few seconds, "Have you practiced marksmanship?"

"I've practiced, and my marksmanship is passable."

"Real?"

Cheng Shuang's face lit up with surprise. "Then you have to do me a favor, as a way of repaying the favor I gave you for treating you to dinner."

"Oh?"

I was surprised. "What kind of help do you need? Just tell me!"

"No rush, you'll know when you get there."

Ten minutes later, the two appeared at a balloon shooting stall in a nearby square. The balloons came in various sizes, and the cunning, unscrupulous owner controlled the shooting distance to be quite far, at which distance the air gun bullets would definitely drift.

"Last time, I fired twenty shots and missed a single one. I was so angry..."

Cheng Shuang looked unconvinced and said, "You try it, just shoot the blue balloons. I want to shoot the water turtle."

"Young man, want to give it a try?"

The boss greeted me warmly, but when he saw the bandages on my body, a mocking look immediately appeared on his face, which was very unpleasant.

"Boss, we'll buy fifty bullets."

Cheng Shuang took out one hundred yuan.

"Is that much necessary?"

I turned to her and said, "Just buy ten. Give me three to try and fail, and I guarantee the next seven will hit the target every time!"

"Is he a young man?"

The boss chuckled, "Don't exaggerate too much and embarrass yourself in front of your girlfriend..."