"But given the way this space selects people, my world shouldn't be that simple either, right?"
The Zhang Qi from 2401 asked curiously.
The versions of him from Dragon Ball and Journey to the West worlds were one thing. Journey to the West had gods and Buddhas everywhere, while people in Dragon Ball casually blew up planets—and there was even a Dragon Clan capable of granting any wish.
By comparison, his own world in 2401, where World War III had just ended and everyone was scraping together the resources to build spaceships, seemed far too ordinary.
"You'll have to investigate that yourself~"
The Zhang Qi from Infinite World shrugged and replied.
All they could do was provide support from the sidelines. Exploring that world was the responsibility of the version of him who lived there----
"Fine."
The Zhang Qi from 2401 sighed.
He'd gotten a pile of theoretical knowledge and technology for free on this trip, so he had plenty to study.
And so, the Zhang Qis gathered again and began exchanging ideas.
Light and shadow twisted, and consciousness began to rise.
Chang'an, the Minister of Works' residence.
Zhang Qi's eyes flew open. He sprang up from the costly rosewood canopy bed.
He gasped for breath. The back of his undershirt was soaked and clung to his skin.
Outside the window, a night watchman's clapper rang out, followed by the cry, "The air is dry! Beware of fire!"
"Only the third watch?"
Zhang Qi murmured. He hadn't expected so little time to have passed.
Yet his mind was crammed with knowledge, from cultivation methods for refining Qi to designs for space warships.
It all proved that what had happened in that space hadn't been a dream----
Zhang Qi grabbed the silk cloth beside his bed, wiped his face, then tossed