After two days of underwater salvaging, Blade Warrior has had quite the substantial haul.
Two days later, the dimension coordinates were recalibrated, with temporal value b, parallel node f, time node value y. By referencing the above theories and adding the coordinates of Four-dimensional Space, they further pinpointed the parallel time-space axis. Utilizing the unique microscopic particle medium of crystal light, they accurately collapsed that point, potentially getting even closer to Feng Yi's timeline.
With the pre-input continuous commands, the Time-Space Transfer Device vanished with a whoosh...
—
In the new era of the fourth period, the 1970s, our country strongly advocated the one-child policy, and Yifan was born into a gloriously modest working-class family of the Wang lineage, who were generationally honest and upright people.
Back then, naming someone was nothing fancy—just expressions like "loyal good ministers" or "inviting wealth and treasure" for boys, and for girls, "beautiful as flowers" or "various shades of red," all quite clichéd.
After blundering around for years, by the 1990s, Yifan had grown into a young man, always daydreaming about serving in the army for a couple of years handling firearms. One day after school, just as a thunderstorm broke overhead...
Yifan was utterly stunned.
"Wow... a UFO, a big UFO, hey, Little Fatty, look."
"What UFO, you kid always making things up mysteriously." The boy nicknamed Little Fatty squinted upwards, only to find himself staring in astonishment…
On board the Time-Space Transfer Device, they had noticed the situation below. Sky Shadow thought: What are these two naive bumpkins staring at? Wait, their current location is—a city?
Not only Sky Shadow was surprised; even Mengdie, usually as calm as an ancient well, showed a hint of astonishment upon seeing the two kids' attire. Their outfits were quite similar to the early stages of human technological explosion.
"Blade Warrior, look, there are people down there."
At this moment, the two below were gazing upwards in amazement, while those above were incredulously observing the ground.
Phew, just two silly kids. But that's not the point; the critical issue is, have the people already arrived in an era very close to Feng Yi's modern times?
But now, what era is it? When Blade Warrior raised that question, Roland was quick to guess, "Based on my knowledge of history, this could be some period in the 20th century."
"20th century...?"
"Yes, now it's only a few hundred years difference from our era, already very close."
"That's great!"
Hearing this, Blade Warrior stylishly snapped her fingers. If they could confirm the current timeline, she could even accurately pinpoint the spatial axis in Feng Yi's plane dimension.
"So, what do we do now?" Little Fatty scratched his pasty head, mumbling unclearly.
"Collect nearby signals. The human technology of this period is still primitive; our only option is to verify the current time from broadcast messages, no need to wait too long."
"Hey, why wait at all." Little Fatty, anxious, slapped his thigh impulsively. There are two silly kids down there; let me go ask them the time, he thought as he was about to allow Blade Warrior to control the levitating lift to descend and ask the two kids for the time, specifically the exact year.
Blade Warrior hesitated for a moment, "Uh, this... I'm not sure it's a good idea."
"What's the problem?"
"We come from different dimensions, seeing is one thing, but…"
"But what? Just spit it out, don't dawdle around womanishly."
"But, conversing rashly with the people here, I'm afraid it might affect the historical process, you know, the butterfly effect."
"You're overthinking it, just a few words, not like it'll cost flesh. Those two clueless kids down there, how could they possibly alter the course of history? Let me handle them."
Little Fatty said as he walked outside.
Blade Warrior was at a loss, opened the lowering system, but truth be told, this was indeed a time-saving method. As is well known, pinpointing the time in early eras typically relied on broadcast or TV signals, generally reported on the hour. This so-called waiting could mean a gap of fifteen, twenty, or even close to thirty minutes. Little Fatty's approach wasn't wrong, but she just felt it was somewhat unreliable.
"Hey, kid, just wanted to ask, what time is it?" Little Fatty walked down from the shuttle with a cheerful, beaming face.
At that moment, Yifan and his buddy were both stunned by the scene. The nearby Little Fatty glanced at his watch and replied, "It's 6:17 AM."
Big Fatty Zhang Xiaobo heard this, chuckled paternally, patting Little Fatty on the head—coyly termed as a friendly gesture, then suddenly remembered something and added, "Oh yeah, little bro, what year, month, and date is it now?"
Little Fatty was taken aback, huh, is this chubby dunce really an idiot, seeing him squint and quickly replied: "June 6th, 1992."
"Hey, fatty," Yifan wanted to say something, but it felt inappropriate to intervene with the uncle standing there.
"Thanks."
After hastily expressing his thanks, Little Fatty patted his rear and strode back up the levitation lift, leaving the two boys staring blankly at the scene before them, unable to comprehend or believe it.
Only when Little Fatty had ascended did Yifan whisper to him, "Hey, it's not nice to say it like that."
"Hehe, what's wrong with that? That silly fatty doesn't even know what year it is now, hahaha…" Little Fatty laughed heartily, not understanding why but feeling a sense of accomplishment in deceiving an adult, and especially Big Fatty.
If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.