Reborn Su Qingxue!

Northwest Military Region.

Underground secret base.

Su Qingxue sat in a specially made alloy chair.

Her wrists were locked in heavy shackles.

Across from her.

Two military interrogators in uniform sat rigidly upright.

Zhang Hao, the lead interrogator, stared fixedly at Su Qingxue, his fingers tapping against the table.

"Three months ago."

"You broke into a restricted military zone alone."

"On the day you were captured, you revealed five things."

"South American crude oil futures would plunge."

"A Northern European glacier collapse would trigger a tsunami."

"Two Middle Eastern countries would erupt into a localized armed conflict."

"Kangaroo Country would suffer a massive forest fire."

"And... a magnitude-seven earthquake would strike our southwestern border."

"..."

With every item Zhang Hao read, his tone grew heavier.

Li Ming, the recorder, already had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was too bizarre.

These five events spanned finance, natural disasters, and international politics.

There was no connection between them whatsoever.

Yet over the past ninety days.

All five predictions had come true without the slightest deviation.

"Which intelligence organization do you belong to?"

"Did your people plan these events in advance?"

"Or do you possess some kind of superweapon capable of interfering with the global situation?"

Zhang Hao's reasoning was perfectly logical.

No one could predict the future.

The only explanation was that the organization behind this woman was controlling everything.

Su Qingxue lifted her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the two men.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, yet it carried an unquestionable coldness.

"I've explained it countless times."

"I don't have an organization."

"I came back from eighty years in the future."

"I'm a reborn person."

Zhang Hao slammed his hand on the table.

"Quit playing tricks here!"

"Time travel? Rebirth?"

"Do you think this is a Hollywood set?!"

Li Ming hurriedly opened the thick case file as well, trying to find a flaw in Su Qingxue's words.

Su Qingxue leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

It was useless.

There was simply no way to explain it to people living in an era of peace.

They had no idea what kind of despair humanity would face eighty years from now.

Mountains and rivers shattered, civilization fractured.

The boundless sea of blood was filled with severed human limbs.

"I want to see the highest-ranking officer here."

"I've said it many times."

"Send someone with stars on their shoulders to talk to me."

"As for matters concerning the future, the two of you are too low-ranking to intervene."

A moment later.

Su Qingxue opened her eyes again, her tone exceptionally forceful.

"An officer with stars?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"You have to explain your source of intelligence today!"

At that.

Zhang Hao was so furious that he laughed.

Su Qingxue stopped speaking and simply closed her eyes.

No matter how Zhang Hao pressed her, she remained like an unyielding rock, utterly unresponsive.

The interrogation reached a deadlock.

Time ticked by, second after second.

Just then.

The heavy metal door of the interrogation room suddenly gave a soft electronic click as its lock disengaged.

Click.

The door opened.

Zhang Hao and Li Ming turned at the same time, ready to shout at whoever dared barge in.

"Sir!"

But the instant they saw who had entered.

The two men abruptly rose and snapped into crisp military salutes.

The man who entered was a vigorous elderly man.

His military uniform was immaculate, and the gleaming golden star on his shoulder displayed his status as a general.

The old man waved a hand, signaling for them to lower their arms.

Two heavily armed personal guards followed behind him.

Hearing the commotion, Su Qingxue opened her eyes as well.

When she saw the old man's face, her pupils narrowed slightly.

"Nie Dingguo. General Nie."

Su Qingxue called out his name directly.

"You two, leave first."

Nie Dingguo pulled out a chair and sat across from Su Qingxue, lightly waving his hand.

"Sir."

"This woman is extremely dangerous. She has received highly professional anti-interrogation training..."

Zhang Hao hesitated.

"Leave."

Nie Dingguo's voice was not loud, but it carried an authority that could not be defied.

Zhang Hao and Li Ming could only gather the case files and leave the interrogation room.

The door shut again.

Only Nie Dingguo, the two guards, and Su Qingxue remained in the room.

Nie Dingguo clasped his hands on the table, his deep gaze studying the young woman before him.

"You know me."

Nie Dingguo spoke.

"The supreme commander of Dragon Country's Northwest Theater."

"Eighty years from now, your name will be engraved on Yanjing's Heroes' Memorial."

Su Qingxue smiled.

"You keep saying that you came from eighty years in the future."

"And the five events you predicted three months ago did indeed prove your worth."

"Now I'm here."

"You can be honest."

Nie Dingguo narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was an exceptionally pragmatic man.

He did not care whether she was truly a reborn person.

He only valued the accuracy of her intelligence.

Since the first five predictions had all come true.

This woman unquestionably held secrets of astonishing importance.

"In half a year."

"Spiritual Energy Revival will occur across the world."

"The ecology of the entire Blue Planet will be completely overturned."

Su Qingxue looked straight into Nie Dingguo's eyes.

The interrogation room fell deathly silent.

Nie Dingguo did not refute her immediately.

But the two guards exchanged looks, both wondering whether this woman had gone mad.

Spiritual Energy Revival?

Wasn't that the kind of plot made up in web novels?

"Tell me in detail."

Nie Dingguo's expression did not change, as though he were listening to an ordinary battlefield report.

"There is a form of higher-dimensional energy in the universe. In the future, we call it spiritual energy."

"In half a year, this energy will flood into the Blue Planet in vast quantities."

"All plants and animals will undergo frenzied mutations."

"A docile house cat will become a bloodthirsty Ferocious Beast three meters long."

"A tiger in a zoo could even smash through a main battle tank's armor with one swipe."

"We call them Ferocious Beasts."

"Conventional firearms still have some effect on low-level Ferocious Beasts."

"But before high-level Ferocious Beasts, missiles and nuclear weapons are nothing more than fireworks."

"..."

Su Qingxue spoke at an extremely rapid pace.

Yet Nie Dingguo frowned.

He had originally expected to hear top-secret intelligence about rival powers.

Instead, he got a science-fiction apocalypse story.

"Miss Su."

"My time is precious."

"If you only intend to tell me bedtime stories, then our conversation ends here."

Nie Dingguo's tone turned cold.

Su Qingxue understood.

Words alone could not serve as proof.

Something that defied the common sense of modern physics would be difficult to convince these battle-hardened soldiers of.

Then.

Su Qingxue glanced at the heavy, solid iron interrogation table before her.

"General Nie."

"I'll prove to you right now what power after Spiritual Energy Revival truly looks like."

The moment she finished speaking.

Su Qingxue abruptly raised both hands.

The two guards instantly drew their sidearms.

The dark muzzles pointed directly at Su Qingxue's brow.

"Don't move!"

A guard shouted.

Nie Dingguo raised a hand, signaling the guards not to fire.

Su Qingxue paid no attention to the guns.

She drew upon the meager energy within her dantian.

She had returned three months ago.

Though Spiritual Energy Revival had not yet fully erupted.

Extremely thin traces of spiritual energy had already begun to disperse through the air.

Drawing on her immensely rich cultivation experience from her previous life.

Su Qingxue had now barely touched the threshold of martial arts.

The next moment.

Power gathered in her right palm.

Su Qingxue struck the solid iron tabletop before her with a single palm.

Bang!

The interrogation table, cast from pig iron, actually caved in at the center under that blow.

Immediately after.

A shrill tearing of metal rang out.

The edges of the tabletop cracked apart like a spiderweb and collapsed straight to the floor.

The interrogation room fell deathly silent.

The two guards' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Was that something a fucking human could do?

That was real, solid pig iron!

Even if someone smashed it with a heavy sledgehammer at full force, they could at most leave a pale mark.

Yet she had shattered an iron table with her bare palms?

Nie Dingguo remained seated in his chair.

But his hands were gripping the armrests so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

Because the scene before him had utterly shattered the materialist worldview he had upheld for decades.