My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

James’s eye twitched. He practically spat the words through gritted teeth, "That stupid woman Rose! Dammit... I’ve said it before, those Mongolian bastards... should be swept out of the Golden Dawn!"

"The previous generation was full of idiots... Just because the Mao Bear was powerful in its prime, and because of the Eastern Orthodox Church over there, they pulled them in... And then, when the Mao Bear dissolved, they didn’t even bother to kick those Mongolian bastards out!"

James looked down on Rose with utter disdain. After all, peel back the skin of any Russian... and you’d find a Mongolian underneath!

"I was thinking... that woman, you don’t think she’s taken a liking to Chu Bamboo, do you?" Howard said casually. "It’d be normal, though! With Dr. Chu’s looks, it’s perfectly normal..."

"Boss, don’t overthink it. Unless ’He’ issues an Oracle, no one will recognize a ’Fool’ who just dropped in out of nowhere! And taking a huge step back, even if that woman really did have those kinds of thoughts... and Chu Bamboo really is the Saint... she could never truly bet all of her faction’s power on a new-generation ’Fool’! Her faction would never support her... She’s just talking."

"Hard to say." James shook his head, his expression dark.

After a brief silence, Howard looked a little strange and asked in a low voice, "Boss... Actually, I find it a bit odd! Why are you so hostile toward that woman, Rose? It’s a little unlike you..."

"Besides, this hostility of yours... why do I get the feeling it’s a bit like you’re jealous... HAHAHA, my brain must be short-circuiting, how could you possibly... huh?"

Seeing James’s silence, Howard’s expression gradually stiffened. He opened his mouth to speak several times but stopped himself, finally breaking out in a cold sweat. ’No way, Boss... Are you serious?!’

"Enough! Go get some rest," James said in a low voice.

Howard nodded stiffly, quickly turned, and left. He couldn’t help but feel his butt clench! He’d almost forgotten—his boss was half an Englishman, and LGBT to boot...

...

「Dream World.」

Chu Bamboo slowly opened his eyes and glanced around. A strange look came over his face, as the surroundings had once again changed from the Ecological Garden back to a plain metal room.

’Did something big happen?’

After a moment of contemplation, Chu Bamboo asked, "Nuwa No. 17, pull up my diary."

"No diary content written by ’Chu Bamboo’ has been detected!"

Hearing this, Chu Bamboo froze, a flash of astonishment on his face. His mind reeled. He opened his mouth to speak several times, but no words came out.

After a long while, he rubbed his temples. He took a moment to organize his thoughts before asking, "Show me my time of death."

"Time of death/disappearance: May 7th, ’25. Cause of death/disappearance: Unknown, suspected to have been killed by the White-headed Eagle or Nanmo drug lords. Location of death/disappearance: Nanmo."

Chu Bamboo’s eye twitched. ’Nanmo... this... this escape, how did I die?!’

’Something’s wrong! Very wrong.’

Chu Bamboo stood up and paced around a few times before he suddenly realized something. "It’s... the Mayan Ruins!"

’That’s the only possibility!’

Chu Bamboo didn’t believe the White-headed Eagle could have killed him—or rather, if he had died within White-headed Eagle territory, it might have been because his good brother had been careless.

But he had already escaped to Nanmo! No matter what, the forces the Golden Dawn could mobilize in Nanmo couldn’t possibly be stronger than the ones they could in the White-headed Eagle’s territory.

And considering that the Mayan region was a place he was bound to go, the answer was obvious.

’Last time, my good brother was focused on escaping! Plus, the ruins had been damaged by people who were also fleeing... so he didn’t explore them in depth! This time... he escaped from the White-headed Eagle much earlier than last time, so he should have had plenty of time! Don’t tell me my good brother went deep into the ruins this time?’

Chu Bamboo’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter. ’Either there was some kind of danger in the ruins that got my good brother killed, or he spent too long exploring, exposed his identity, and the White-headed Eagle caught up to him...’

Thinking it over, Chu Bamboo leaned toward the first possibility—the ruins were dangerous.

For a Chu Bamboo who could use Rewrite to change his face, the possibility of his identity being exposed wasn’t zero, but it was extremely low. Besides, even if he were exposed... Chu Bamboo was confident enough that he could escape.

’So... what’s the deal with the Mayan Ruins?!’

Chu Bamboo’s expression grew grim. Based on past experiences, where his good brother had managed to escape successfully even without Cloned Divine Techniques... this time, he likely went to the Mayan Ruins still possessing the Crimson Sky Fire Divine Technique... not to mention he was carrying three Artifacts!

To put it bluntly, if Chu Bamboo just fought a guerilla war, relying on his currently terrifying Blessing Power recovery speed, plus those Divine Techniques and Artifacts, taking out a hundred-man Special Operations Brigade would be absolutely no problem... And he still got taken down in a situation like this!

’Just how deep are these waters?!’

’How powerful must the Artifacts hidden inside be! How many traps must there be...’ The more Chu Bamboo thought about it, the more alarmed he became.

After a moment of thought, Chu Bamboo gave a bitter smile. "That’s a rude awakening!" He began to reflect. ’Have I lost my cautiousness lately?’

’Just because I survived until the seventies or even later a few times, I started thinking that nothing could harm me before then?’

’But history isn’t set in stone! Every decision doesn’t just have the potential to make the future better, it can also make it worse... Forget it.’ Chu Bamboo rubbed his cheeks, resolving to learn his lesson from this.

He quickly pulled himself together. "Nuwa No. 17, pull up some intel on... C Company and Z Company!"

Chu Bamboo scanned Nuwa’s records.

Without his intervention, the two major companies in this timeline, while they still became giants in the end, ultimately had an operational style that leaned more toward normal Divine Continent corporations.

Their style was completely different from the previous cyber-megacorps... and because of that, this worldline had changed drastically from before...

Suddenly remembering something, Chu Bamboo asked, "Nuwa No. 17, are there any messages for me from Lin Xin Bamboo?"

"Successfully queried 3,672 individuals named ’Lin Xin Bamboo’!" Nuwa No. 17’s voice was as monotonous as ever. "No related message information found! You can provide more detailed search terms..."

Chu Bamboo: "..."

’Lin Xin Bamboo... is gone?’

’It’s just like Lu Keke before! If Lin Xin Bamboo were still the figure at the Peak of power she was last time, the creator of Nuwa, then when I searched for her, it would be impossible for Nuwa to retrieve other people...’

His brow furrowed. Chu Bamboo realized something, took a deep breath, and said, "Pull up Lin Xia’s time and cause of death!"