Hijacking the Timeline

The Rookie Tournament lasted three days.

However, for Feng Qi and Combat Class Three, the final two days held no significance.

They had already secured the championship title.

The remaining days were dedicated to ranking matches between other participating classes, which had no bearing on their outcome.

Nevertheless, Feng Qi remained attentive to the subsequent matches.

While Liu Yue’s brilliance had overshadowed all others on the first day, several other exceptional rookies emerged during the following two days, becoming key figures of interest for Feng Qi.

After the final matches concluded on the third day, the official rankings were announced, followed by the awards ceremony.

Feng Qi and the members of Combat Class Three ascended the podium to receive the championship medals from Victory Academy’s principal, adding a significant highlight to their academic records.

The ceremony then transitioned into a photo session.

Group photos with the principal, group photos with other participating classes... The students were kept busy for quite some time before finally getting a chance to rest.

As soon as the awards ceremony ended, a new wave of trouble quickly emerged.

The group leaders of various domain combat teams once again surrounded Liu Yue, fervently inviting him to join their ranks, despite his previous rejections.

The situation remained unchanged.

Faced with these persistent invitations, Liu Yue remained visibly indifferent.

Feng Qi rejected all offers from the domain combat teams, including Qin Shikong’s personal invitation.

In the end, the group leaders departed with regret.

Back in his room, Feng Qi received a congratulatory call from Bai Fusheng.

He could hear Bai Fusheng’s genuine joy over the phone, and Feng Qi happily chatted with him for a long time.

He remained deeply grateful to Bai Fusheng.

Bai Fusheng had always been the one making sacrifices for him, and now Feng Qi had finally done something to bring honor to the academy.

After hanging up, he washed up and lay down on the bed.

Lost in thought, sleepiness crept in, and he gradually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up and first called Lin Ran and the others individually before packing his luggage.

A short while later, he pushed his luggage out of the room.

Several buses were already waiting on the road in front of the dormitory building.

As they waited, Lin Ran and the others arrived one by one.

After counting heads, Feng Qi led the group toward one of the buses labeled ”Star City Academy” and began boarding.

Soon after, the bus pulled away from Victory Academy.

Gazing out the window at the passing scenery, Feng Qi was lost in thought.

This trip to Victory Academy had yielded more than just the Rookie Tournament championship and the substantial prize money.

First, he had made contact with Qin Shikong and gained a preliminary understanding of him.

Feng Qi was particularly intrigued by the second divination he had cast for himself, and he planned to investigate it further in the next Future Line.

Next were the outstanding freshmen from the other participating classes.

They were all promising talents worth nurturing. If he ever needed to establish his own faction, they would be valuable candidates to recruit.

Of course, this depended on whether they proved trustworthy.

Intelligence from Victory Academy was limited. Since there was a werewolf within Star City Academy, there might be one here as well.

He wouldn’t make any rash moves until he had thoroughly investigated their backgrounds.

After several hours of travel, the vehicle entered a special tunnel and then transferred to a private airfield.

Once aboard the plane, they waited about an hour for the remaining students from Star City Academy’s participating classes to arrive.

Feng Qi modestly returned the congratulations from the other two teachers with a smile.

It was clear that these teachers were genuinely pleased their class had won the championship.

While they might be rivals within Star City Academy, outside its walls, they all represented the academy’s reputation.

Combat Class Three’s victory brought honor to them all.

Shortly after, the plane took off.

Through the window, Victory City gradually shrank into the distance before disappearing beneath the clouds.

This chapter of their journey had come to a close.

History’s assessment of him had gained a few more strokes of color.

Upon returning to Star City Academy, Feng Qi noticed a banner hanging at the entrance:

”Welcome Home, Champion!”

After verifying his identity with the gatekeeper, the vehicle drove into the academy grounds and stopped in front of the dormitory building.

Feng Qi bid farewell to Lin Ran and the others, then went to his dorm to drop off his luggage.

He immediately left for the Principal’s Office to report to Bai Fusheng. After the meeting, he returned to his dorm.

By this time, the lingering effects of the memory overlap had largely subsided.

He planned to enter the Dream Realm again.

This time, his objectives in the Future Line were clear: two problems needed solving.

First, uncover the truth behind the Dawn Army’s city massacre.

Second, make contact with Mu Yao and learn the secrets surrounding her.

With his goals defined, he went to the refrigerator and retrieved the ingredients for brewing Clear Heart Wine.

He followed the established procedure meticulously, ensuring no careless mistakes would lead to financial losses.

The brewing process went smoothly this time.

After several hours, the glass bottle beside the apparatus was filled with a blue liquid.

After cleaning up and carefully washing the equipment, he took the bottle to the sofa, opened the cap, and drank a third of the contents.

The medicinal effects took hold immediately.

His status panel showed the energy progress bar leaping upward.

Moments later, Feng Qi, lying on the sofa, wore an expression of serene peace...

The moment he woke, a wave of profound weakness washed over him, like the heavy, sluggish feeling of emerging from a long soak in water.

”Narrator?”

The Narrator remained silent in response to his call.

After failing to switch Battle Bodies, he realized one crucial truth: a new timeline had been created, and he was now a warrior of this timeline.

Sitting on the sofa in silence for a long time, a flicker of determination ignited in his eyes.

He moved to his desk and began meticulously planning his future actions, prioritizing the information he needed to provide to his other self.

Since the primary direction of this timeline was joining the Dawn Army, he couldn’t interfere with its formation or Mu Qing’s future development.

Moreover, his current strength had drastically diminished, requiring a trip to the Scarlet Research Institute for enhancement.

As he continued writing, he meticulously mapped out his future plans.

With the plan finalized, he pulled out his phone and called Monk.

After a moment, the call connected, and Monk’s slightly surprised voice came through:

”Brother Qi, what’s up?”

”Where are you right now?”

”In my room.”

”I’m coming over. I need to talk to you about something.”

”Hmm... alright.”

After hanging up, he stood up and left the room.

He left the dormitory building and headed toward Dormitory Building 3, where the monk lived.

A few moments later, he arrived at the monk’s door and knocked.

Footsteps rapidly approached, and the door swung open.

”Brother Qi, come in.”

Without hesitation, Feng Qi followed the monk into the room.

As he had expected, the monk’s room was a chaotic mess. Belongings were strewn haphazardly, and several pairs of mismatched slippers lay scattered on the floor.

He sat down on the sofa.

The monk scratched his gleaming bald head under the light, looking at him curiously. ”Brother Qi, what brings you here?”

”Monk, are you still going to keep up this act with me?”

”Act? What act?” The monk’s expression froze, his face a mask of confusion.

”You, from the Prajna Domain Combat Team, have always presented yourself as someone just coasting through life, eating and waiting to die. Must be exhausting maintaining that facade every day, right?” Feng Qi asked with a smile.

”Brother Qi, I’m from Jinxian Temple. Isn’t my background with the Prajna Domain Combat Team public knowledge? You received my file when you started teaching here. Why are you suddenly saying I’m acting?” The monk’s face remained puzzled.

Seeing the monk’s continued denial, Feng Qi grinned, determined to see how long he could keep up the charade.

If not for the memories of the previous Future Line, he would never have suspected that the monk was a fellow traveler hiding in the shadows.

Staring at the monk, he pondered for a moment before speaking:

”We’re fellow travelers, both striving toward the same goal.”

”You’re into uniform fetishes too?” the monk asked curiously.

Feng Qi: ...

Looking at the monk, he realized it wouldn’t be easy to get him to reveal the truth.

The monk’s disguise remained impenetrable, even when he chose to expose his own secrets.

This showed just how deeply the monk valued his own secrets and those behind them.

And it was precisely this hidden information that Feng Qi wanted to uncover.

But he wouldn’t force the monk to reveal anything.

Next, he recounted his multiple journeys through the timelines to the monk, including their encounter before his execution.

”Back then, when I asked why you were hiding things, you told me... I hadn’t asked.”

As Feng Qi spoke, the monk’s expression finally softened.

But just when Feng Qi thought he was making progress, the monk suddenly chuckled:

”Brother Qi, your stories are really interesting.”

Feng Qi gave the monk a long, searching look. He knew the monk still harbored doubts and only half-believed what he was saying.

After all, everything he was saying pertained to a future that hadn’t yet come to pass.

Perhaps the previous timelines had been the same. Even after learning such a shocking truth, the monk had never readily believed him.

Looking back now, he suddenly understood why the monk had always come to see him off before his execution in each Future Line.

Back then, the monk’s face had been etched with sorrow and realization.

Perhaps it was only at those moments that the monk truly believed him, finally understanding that he had never lied.

(P.S: This topic spans several chapters, first appearing in Chapter 57.)

Gazing at the monk, he took a deep breath and said, ”Monk, I’ve never lied to you. If you ever decide to tell me the truth, you can contact me anytime.”

With that, he stood up to leave.

The monk’s smile vanished, and he suddenly sighed deeply. ”Brother Qi, could you answer a few questions first?”

Feng Qi sat back down and nodded. ”Ask away.”

”You’ve traversed countless timelines, repeatedly trying to save the Human Civilization from its inevitable destruction... Is it worth it?”

”Yes,” Feng Qi replied firmly.

”Give me a more detailed explanation,” the monk pressed.

Feng Qi fell silent for a long moment.

There were many ways to answer this question.

But in his heart, there was only one answer.

A smile crept across his face as he turned to the monk and said:

”My teacher once taught me that even though we humans are as insignificant as ants before the Domain Calamity, there will always be those among us who stand up, gaze at the stars, and seek a glimmer of hope for the future. It is precisely because of these individuals that our civilization has endured.”

”Now that the time has come, someone must continue to step forward and forge new paths for the survival of our civilization. So... why can’t that person be me?”

Seeing the unwavering resolve in Feng Qi’s eyes, the monk’s gaze flickered, his heart stirred by the man’s conviction.

Feng Qi’s words resonated deeply.

Throughout history, there have always been those who dared to look up at the stars.

Even as insignificant as ants, we choose to resist, to fight for a sliver of hope.

Taking a deep breath, the monk composed himself and said:

”Brother Qi, I always thought you were an unparalleled genius. Now I realize I was wrong. As a pathfinder, you truly deserve the title of pioneer of the human race.”

Hearing this, Feng Qi smiled and waved his hand dismissively.

”That’s not important. Are you finally going to tell me the truth now?”

At that moment, the monk, who had always refused to admit it, finally nodded.

(End of the Chapter)

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