After estimation, Jiang Youwei believed that this space bracelet could hold up to sixty-four objects: "Just like two shulker boxes!" He just didn't know how many things each grid could hold - the sample size was still a bit small. It would be great if it was the same as in MC, so that there would be boxes inside boxes, and rounding it up would be infinite!
Unfortunately, no matter how many he collected, it was useless. The family's limited assets weren't enough to cause trouble. Of course, he could also consider collecting water and mud from the river or the suburbs, which would allow him to test the maximum stacking capacity of each grid. However, after careful consideration, Jiang Youwei abandoned the idea. First, a woman in pajamas wandering by the river with disheveled hair would easily scare passersby and cause all sorts of trouble. Second, the spectacle of this thing operating was too exaggerated, easily attracting the attention of those with ulterior motives. Finally, the neighborhood committee had repeatedly warned everyone not to go out. "It looks useful, but it's actually useless! And it's black and ugly." She tossed the ring into a drawer and forgot about it overnight.
When I woke up the next day, I found that in addition to the two last time, there were several more lines in the "System" list:
NO-01-01, consumption 2;
NO-01-02, consumption 1;
NO-02-01, consumption 2;
NO-02-02, consumption 2;
NO-02-03, consumption 1.
There was no suspense, no hint at all.
"This card pool, with no guaranteed draws, really doesn't make me want to draw at all!" Jiang Youwei decided to give up on questioning the "system" for now. It was already the fifteenth day since she'd crossed over. Jiang Youwei counted the days, looking at the number "13" on the "system" panel. She felt an inexplicable sense of relief. She was back, back, the same pride she felt after hoarding hundreds of thousands of synthetic jades. "As long as I can hold on, no one can trick me!" she said, perking up. Not even the "system," she silently added.
But soon she couldn't help herself—a cacophony of short video clips filled the air. It was Jiang Wenwu who had his phone turned up to full volume, "Look, this man's name is Xiao Shuai..." Artificial intelligence plagiarism is truly ubiquitous.
"Mother, come and see! Our country is going to recruit soldiers and expand the army!" These words shouted in a loli voice were really horrifying.
"Stop making noise, I'm sleepy~" Huang Xiaohong couldn't sleep last night because her leave note expired, but fortunately, the school informed her in the morning that she would be on leave and that the working hours would be announced separately.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang... (pretentious suspenseful background music) Look here, here, and here! (noisy voices) Whoosh~ (sound of artillery shells flying past) Buzz buzz buzz... (a series of beeps)" The video ends with a frozen image. "Ouch! I got a big scare!" Jiang Wenwu's voice echoed from outside the room.
Jiang Youwei's biggest annoyance was the loud noises, a product of unsatisfied curiosity. So she used telepathy to share Jiang Wenwu's perspective: "It's really strange to have two perspectives." Having never experienced this before, Jiang Youwei felt a wave of dizziness, but she quickly adjusted.
The video seemed to show a large country in South Asia. A group of armed men in slippers were laying down fire on several buildings. Then, a man in slippers, who looked like a commander, used a homemade walkie-talkie to direct the firing of howitzers. Finally, there was a frozen photograph—a strange humanoid figure bursting out of the smoke, the air currents pulling the dust behind it. Whether it was the photographer's fault or something else, the various sounds were mingled with the roar of an animal.
"This is so weird! If this humanoid were a person," she imagined, "then its neck would have to be at least two meters long!" And it was a bit too flexible. No matter how fast it ran, it couldn't outrun a bullet, right? As for herself? She hadn't tried it.
"I should give it a try someday." Jiang Youwei suddenly realized that being Superman wasn't bad at all. Catching a bullet with my bare hands again—that would be so cool, right? And if I could outrun a bullet, wouldn't I need to be afraid of guns? Wait, why would I be afraid of guns? She thought back to her life. "I" had never been shot, so why should I be afraid of guns? Come to think of it, in this peaceful country, even if you had a gun, you might not dare to fire it.
Better to be prepared. This coward figured that even if he could block a bullet with his bare hands, he should still improve his "strength." This woman had absolutely no idea of herself. She hadn't transformed back since she'd unraveled her beastly form a week ago, and she couldn't even see her full form. "I need to train more," she concluded.
The first effort is strong, the second will weaken, and the third will be exhausted.
"Eating is also exercise!" Jiang Youwei happily exercised for half an hour.
Then, while digesting the food after dinner, the neighborhood committee came to the door again: "Why are there three women? Where is your husband?"
This is indeed difficult to answer. If you say that the man is at home, these people will probably continue yelling at you outside the door; if you say that the man is not at home, they may come again next time.
Fortunately, they didn't make it too difficult: "It's nothing serious, we just need the head of household to sign."
"What's that?" Jiang Youwei asked curiously.
"Nothing, the police are conducting a drill these days, and this is the curfew notice. If you're caught running around at night, you'll be held legally responsible!"
Curfew? Why would a drill require such a large-scale deployment? And they only take responsibility if they're caught. In other words, as long as they're not caught, they're not responsible? Jiang Youwei seemed to have hit a blind spot in her knowledge; she'd never considered this before. Doesn't that mean as long as they haven't been caught, they haven't committed any crime? She was at a crossroads in her life. It turns out the saying "Children should obey the law" has a hidden meaning: "Those who aren't children don't have to obey the law."
It's okay to break the law, but you have to be able to afford the consequences.
"Then I can help you sign." Huang Xiaohong raised her hand.
The two neighborhood committee members gave Huang Xiaohong a deep, unnerving look, then sighed simultaneously—who knew which young man had snagged this attractive young woman? One of them wondered if he'd meet this remarkable man someday and ask for his advice. "No problem," they said, handing her a piece of red paper. "Don't take it lightly. Take a closer look," they warned her as they went downstairs.
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