Hijacking the Timeline

After passing through multiple security checks, including changing into a signal-shielding suit, he entered the conference room.

The room exuded a futuristic atmosphere, decorated in shades of blue and black. Soft blue light illuminated the space, which was relatively small. At the center stood a circular conference table made of black metal, around which sat Wei Wei and other high-ranking members of the Scarlet Research Institute.

Taking his seat, Feng Qi looked up at the Scarlet Institute Director.

The Director, his head full of white hair, began:

”Now that everyone is here, let’s begin the meeting. I’ll start by explaining the reason for convening this gathering.”

”Over the past few days, I’ve had Xiao Wei use Feng Qi’s remaining essence blood and spiritual residue to create another jade statue. This statue is now in my room, and through persistent effort, I’ve established a spiritual connection with it.”

Feng Qi’s face registered surprise at these words.

He hadn’t expected the dean to also establish a spiritual connection with another version of himself through faith.

But upon reflection, he realized it wasn’t so surprising after all.

He vividly recalled a profound statement the dean had made during a previous Scarlet Conference when they were discussing the Dawn Organization.

The dean had said earnestly, ”The Dawn Banner raised 1,500 years in the future represents a spiritual legacy. We of the Scarlet Research Institute are also members of Dawn, and we will always stand firmly behind you, as steadfast companions on your path to saving the world.”

This showed the dean’s unwavering trust in him.

Like Wei Wei, the dean had placed all his hopes for the future on Feng Qi’s shoulders.

The sacrifices across multiple timelines further proved this.

Wei Wei, as the director of the Scarlet Research Institute, couldn’t make unilateral decisions on many matters. The dean, too, had been silently working behind the scenes, making countless sacrifices.

At this realization, a wave of emotion washed over Feng Qi as he gazed at the dean.

The dean continued, ”We’ve gathered here today because I have an idea. If Feng Qi can prove that he can freely merge with the innate abilities of his other self through mental connection, perhaps we can also gain the innate abilities we need by placing our faith in him.”

”For example, Feng Qi once mentioned the Photographic Memory ability. If he possesses this ability, we could borrow a portion of it through faith, significantly aiding and enhancing our scientific research projects.”

”Furthermore, innate abilities that enhance mental agility, creativity, and other cognitive functions could greatly accelerate our research progress.”

”The focus of this meeting is to discuss, assuming the feasibility of borrowing innate traits, which abilities should be retained rather than decomposed...”

After the dean finished speaking, Feng Qi finally understood.

He grasped the dean’s true intentions.

If the method of borrowing power proves viable, anyone who believes in him could benefit, not just him alone.

Combat-oriented abilities might not be crucial for the Scarlet Research Institute’s researchers, as future timelines wouldn’t require their direct involvement in combat. However, abilities that accelerate scientific progress could yield significant returns.

In the previous Sacrifice Line, it took the Scarlet Research Institute over a thousand years of relentless effort to create just two Virtual Domain Replicas.

Having personally experienced these replicas, he now understood the immense dedication the institute had poured into their creation.

Even the simplest flora in the virtual environments were near-perfect reproductions of reality. Crafting two such replicas had already pushed the Scarlet Research Institute to its limits, especially considering the other research projects competing for resources.

If the dean’s concept proves feasible, granting him a Photographic Memory-like amplification ability would essentially boost the ”wisdom” of all Scarlet Institute Researchers. After a thousand years of accumulated knowledge, the value of their collective creations would skyrocket.

Moreover, research results in other areas would also benefit from this enhancement.

Perhaps unexpected breakthroughs might even occur during this period.

After all, some inspirations are born in a fleeting moment, requiring only the spark of insight that comes with a +1 boost to wisdom.

The dean’s intention was clear: he wanted all Scarlet Institute Researchers to embrace faith in him and reap the benefits, but his ultimate goal remained to create value for himself.

Following this, the Scarlet Institute’s senior leaders engaged in a heated discussion on the matter.

Listening to their debate, Feng Qi made up his mind.

In the future, whenever he acquired such abilities, he would choose to retain them rather than feeding them to Three-Tailed for decomposition.

These supportive enhancement abilities could bring positive impacts to the entire Scarlet Research Institute, especially after 1000 years of accumulation, their influence would undoubtedly become profound.

After the meeting concluded, he and Wei Wei left the conference room together.

Returning to Training Room 1, Feng Qi resumed his rigorous training.

He had already grasped the basics of fist intent.

However, this was merely scratching the surface. The path to condensing his own fist intent domain remained long and arduous.

With each punch thrown during training, Feng Qi’s fist intent solidified further.

While physical training was secondary, the true focus lay in tempering his mental fortitude.

Only through relentless refinement could he forge an unbreakable fist intent.

His knuckles, battered by countless strikes, wore through calluses only to bleed anew.

Yet physical pain could not shake Feng Qi’s resolve.

Across multiple timelines, he had endured every conceivable torment:

The trembling and anguish of raising a blade against fellow humans.

The agony of his flesh rotting during biochemical modification.

The despair of being branded a human traitor, executed on a public platform under scornful gazes, feeling utterly abandoned by the world.

The sight of his comrades—Wei Wei, Lin Ran, Li Xingchen, and others—sacrificing themselves for their ideals...

By now, mere physical pain held no sway over him. It had become a whetstone for his growth.

The more he endured, the clearer it became that some suffering was trivial.

His fists continued to pound the wooden post, splinters flying amidst sweat and blood. Feng Qi’s eyes burned with unwavering determination.

Every punch he threw was delivered with unwavering, all-out force.

He discovered that his mental state during training perfectly aligned with the Overlord Fist Stance.

It was like marching resolutely toward a glorious era, each step as firm and unyielding as the last.

Even if mountains blocked his path, he would shatter them to forge a new road forward.

During training, he found that he didn’t experience any of the drawbacks or aftereffects described in the manuals, such as mental strain.

In fact, he felt his vitality and spirit slightly restored during practice.

This suggested that the problems with cultivating momentum didn’t stem from the cultivation method itself, but rather from whether the cultivator’s mental state could achieve perfect harmony with the momentum they were cultivating.

Only when the cultivated momentum clashed with one’s personality and mental state would the cultivator suffer its backlash.

When perfectly aligned, the fist intent would only amplify his capabilities in every aspect.

Feeling the fiery momentum surging within his chest, he sensed his strength steadily growing, filling his heart with boundless exhilaration.

The process of cultivating fist intent felt like a validation of the path he had chosen.

Each punch was an affirmation of himself.

Crack!

As his mental state shifted, Feng Qi unconsciously threw another punch.

This time, a single strike shattered the specially reinforced wooden post. The fist shadow continued forward, slamming into the nearby metal wall and leaving a clear fist-shaped dent.

A smile spread across Feng Qi’s face as he witnessed this.

His fist intent had advanced once more.

(End of the Chapter)

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