His conversation with Mo Fei gave Feng Qi an entirely new direction for planning the future.
He needed to light up humanity's technological tree, allowing mankind to break through technological bottlenecks and acquire technologies that combined spiritual energy with science.
But before problems such as memory capacity were resolved, this plan could only remain a plan and could not be put into action.
After all, technological development differed from Cultivation Studies. It required an enormous accumulation of data, and he could not rely solely on his memory to bring all that knowledge back to reality.
Thinking of this, he yearned even more for the "Infinite Memory" ability the narrator had mentioned.
If he acquired such an ability, it would be equivalent to carrying a mobile hard drive with him every time he entered the Future Dreamland, allowing him to copy vast amounts of data from the Future Database at any time.
As he thought, he realized that his limitations within the Future Dreamland mainly stemmed from three points.
The first was that he did not have an authorized user account for the Star City Shelter. This meant that every time he entered the Future Dreamland, he only had one chance to browse cultivation methods, and they could only be methods rated three stars or below.
The second was Little Black's pursuit.
Little Black was like Life-Reaping Impermanence. Every time he entered the Future Dreamland, he could not escape its pursuit. Moreover, the Star City Database contained no information whatsoever related to Little Black, leaving him helpless.
He could not beat it, nor could he escape it.
If not for Little Black, even without an authorized Star City Shelter account, he could rapidly grow stronger by killing Living Dead or Domain Creatures.
The third was replenishing the energy needed to enter Dreamland.
This was relatively easier to solve than the other two limitations. However, channels for financial speculation such as stocks and futures had been abolished in this era, making it difficult to rapidly snowball funds by consulting the Future Database.
Although the Future Database did record many entrepreneurial projects capable of making one rich, these projects generally required time and effort. None could succeed overnight, and none were choices he wanted.
But he already had a direction for getting rich overnight.
That was to create the game "Savior." Before that, he needed to find someone, because Savior had been born upon the virtual engine created by that person.
If Savior could be created ahead of time, it would surely have a major impact on the future. At the same time, it could solve a major problem in reality: how to improve cultivators' practical combat abilities while ensuring the safety of combat training.
This way of making money could both advance human civilization and generate immense profits. It was the only entrepreneurial project that interested him.
After thinking for a while, Feng Qi came back to his senses.
Seeing Mo Fei already reviewing his lessons, he did not idle around either. He took out his tablet from his suitcase and began reading the foundational knowledge of Cultivation Studies.
The sea of learning was boundless. Even with the Future Dreamland, he felt that he could not neglect the basics of Cultivation Studies.
The cultivation methods he copied from the future were currently all one- to three-star methods. If he could access cultivation methods above three stars in the future, their complexity would increase dramatically.
Therefore, mastering the foundations of Cultivation Studies would improve his copying efficiency.
All knowledge worked this way. Understand the principles first, and memorizing and reading afterward would yield twice the result with half the effort.
Moreover, learning was a process of enriching himself. He did not find it dull or tedious. On the contrary, the more knowledge he had in his mind, the more fulfilled he felt.
Late at night, the dormitory building was still brightly lit.
Besides Feng Qi and Mo Fei, countless students were about to face a turning point in their lives and were making their final push.
The graduation exams would take place five days later, and admissions teachers from every major academy would arrive then.
In addition to passing the basic examinations, students also had to pass interviews and evaluations by the admissions teachers from the various academies.
Star City Middle School's teaching quality was among the best in Star City, yet nearly half of its students were eliminated every year. Less than one percent could enter the top hundred academies.
It was cruel, but it was also reality.
Those who passed could receive the best treatment and focus solely on studying. They would most likely become humanity's elite in the future.
Those who failed could only enter second-rate academies, or even step directly into society to make a living.
After all, the world's resources were limited.
On the long road of resisting Domain Creatures, all humanity's upper echelon could do was concentrate limited resources on the elite first, then let the elite drive the development of human civilization.
It was not until two in the morning that Feng Qi and Mo Fei chose to turn off the lights and sleep.
The next morning, Feng Qi slowly woke up.
"Still not getting up? If we don't leave now, there'll be a line at the cafeteria."
Hearing this, he could not help but freeze.
Then he remembered that he had already left Star City Academy, where twenty-four-hour free buffets were available.
Moreover, Star City Middle School's cafeteria was nowhere near as large as Star City Academy's. It was always extremely crowded during meal times.
"Come on, let's eat!"
Realizing the "seriousness" of the problem, he leaped out of bed, quickly got dressed and washed up, then rushed with Mo Fei toward the School Cafeteria.
If you weren't proactive about eating, there was something wrong with your mindset.
Although the food at Star City Middle School was far inferior to that at Star City Academy, he still ate this meal with great satisfaction.
The only regret was that the food here was not free.
This meal cost him more than three hundred in cash, draining the remaining balance on his meal card and leaving Mo Fei dumbfounded.
Fortunately, he had already been recommended for admission to Star City Academy. Otherwise, if he ate like this every day, he felt certain that his bank balance would not hold up.
By the time they reached the classroom, many students had already arrived early and were reviewing.
After taking their seats, he and Mo Fei also entered study mode.
At eight o'clock, History Teacher Wang entered the classroom carrying a stack of blank sheets.
When he reached the podium, Wang Jinsheng spoke.
"Students, there will be an activity at the Graduation Gala in a few days called the Time Capsule. Next, I'll give each of you a blank sheet of paper. Write what you want to say to the future on it, and then we'll place them all into the Time Capsule. During the gala, it'll be buried underground and opened again in the future."
As he spoke, Wang Jinsheng handed the stack of blank paper to the students in the front row to distribute.
Soon, everyone in the classroom had a blank sheet of paper.
At that moment, Wang Jinsheng looked at the students below and smiled.
"Think it through before you write. You can write words you want to say to the future, your hopes for the future, or even your present regrets. When you take them out and read them someday in the future, perhaps you'll be filled with emotion."
"Write first. I'll come collect them this afternoon." With that, Wang Jinsheng turned and left the classroom.
"What do you want to write?" Mo Fei asked Feng Qi curiously from beside him.
Faced with the question, Feng Qi fell into thought.
He could see his own future, so what he wrote seemed unimportant to him.
Even so, he did not choose to brush it off.
After thinking about it, he felt that he should still write a message to the future.
So he picked up a pen and fell into thought.
At the same time, Mo Fei lowered his head and began writing his hopes and message for the future on the blank sheet.
The classroom was exceptionally quiet as all the students sank into thought.
After pondering for a moment, Feng Qi raised his pen and wrote on the blank sheet:
"Live a long life, Feng Qi!"
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