Weapon System 1. Acquiring the Golden Finger

In five-dimensional space, there exists a colossal creature known as the Spacetime Beast. These monsters are adept at creating wormholes and use them to devour the energy of other spaces, making them one of the great scourges of the universe.

Today is a day to rid the universe of such threats. Over a hundred energy warrior entities from five-dimensional space are hunting down more than a dozen Spacetime Beasts.

The energy warriors possess a secret weapon called the Sealing Light. This weapon can seal the codes of any matter or energy, rendering them instantly useless.

At this moment, one such energy warrior is aiming this weapon at the leader of the beasts. With a swift motion, a beam of light shoots from the weapon.

Ordinarily, this beam should strike the beast’s head, leaving it instantly paralyzed. But unexpectedly, the creature suddenly creates a small wormhole, three meters in diameter, right before its forehead. Even more surprisingly, with cunning and malice, it connects this small wormhole to a larger one. Thus, the beam enters the small wormhole, travels through the larger one, and finally emerges in the solar system of three-dimensional space.

A sound like the sun’s agonized cry seems to echo across the void.

The operation to exterminate the beasts in five-dimensional space is a success, but the energy warriors are left dejected.

Their Elder A arrives in a fluster, his first words a tirade: “Mars, Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn—so many planets to hit! But no, you hit the star itself! That’s just maddening!”

“This isn’t the time to complain. We need a remedy!” a military officer reminds him.

“If you’re so capable, I’ll let you take my place as elder!” the elder retorts.

“No, no, I wouldn’t dare!”

With a wave of his hand, Elder A conjures a holographic keyboard in front of him. Turning to the officer, he grumbles, “Are you still watching? I’m about to enter my password.”

“Sorry!” the officer replies, averting his gaze.

After a flurry of keystrokes, another interface appears. He types for another half-minute, then finally dismisses the projections.

“I’ve just transmitted several sets of artificial sun technology into the brains of dozens of top Earth scientists.”

“Is that supposed to be a remedy?” the officer, still smarting from earlier, complains.

“Let me finish! Why are you so impatient?!”

“Sorry!”

“At least this can serve as an emergency measure, preventing an immediate planetary freeze. As for other solutions, my mind is blank right now. We’ll need to convene all the elders to discuss.”

The solar system has countless planets, asteroids, and comets—just two are strictly off-limits: Earth and the Sun. Yet, it was the Sun that got hit.

The code of the Sealing Light now permeates the Sun’s outer layers, and the star is gradually dying. In a year, only half of it will still burn. The other half, inert, will solidify completely in a century; fifty years later, the remaining half will also freeze, and within a hundred and fifty years, the Sun will extinguish entirely.

The day disaster struck was February 20, 2026—a date Earthlings have since marked as “Misfortune Day,” turning doomsday into a kind of dark amusement.

Earthlings are truly innocent victims this time, but there’s no one to whom they can appeal.

Still, they refuse to sit idly by. Apart from suspending childbirth, they work daily on countless self-rescue plans.

One year later, on the same date—February 20—a small southern city is still celebrating Misfortune Day, but for a high schooler named Zhang Mingjing, this will be a day of grave misfortune and incredible fortune.

He stands at one meter seventy-seven, slender, with a decent face, pedaling his bicycle out of a narrow alley. Normally, he pauses to check for traffic before emerging, but today, a vicious mutant cat appears in the alley, startling him into a frantic sprint. He bursts from the alley without stopping—and luck turns to disaster.

He lies on the ground, head bleeding, barely clinging to life. The truck driver who hit him, though shaken, has the decency to call an ambulance.

But before it arrives, Zhang Mingjing dies once. When the ambulance finally reaches him, he’s only suffered some scrapes.

“With all that blood, you’re only scratched?” the doctor says, baffled.

“Maybe I just have a lot of blood in my veins,” Zhang Mingjing quips.

“Next time we need blood, we’ll call on you!” the young nurse jokes.

“Of course!” Zhang Mingjing laughs, preparing to ride home.

Suddenly, instead of hearing, he perceives the hurried footsteps of the mutant cat back in the alley. He has no idea how, but he’s certain it’s the same cat. In this instant, he’s in some kind of cheat mode.

Sure enough, four seconds later, the cat bolts out of the alley, heading straight for the doctor and nurse.

He spins, dashes between them, and lands a kick squarely on the cat’s head.

The mutant cat slams into a wall, its brain matter splattering in a burst of grisly excitement—dead on the spot.

“It’s dead just like that!” Zhang Mingjing seems to sense the cat’s heartbeat stop.

The doctor, nurse, and truck driver are all dumbfounded.

“I served in the army and saw bio-enhanced soldiers, but your skills outclass even them!” the driver exclaims.

The nurse, still rattled, clutches her chest but manages a quip: “You’re truly a man of wonders! No wonder a truck couldn’t do you in.”

“He’s not a man yet, just a teenager—don’t get starstruck!” the doctor jokes, both amazed and relieved. “Thanks to you! Without that kick, the nurse and I would be sharing a hospital room tonight.”

“Heh, heh!” Zhang Mingjing blushes, still shocked by what just happened.

“How did you know about the mutant cat?” the driver asks curiously.

“Uh… I’ve got a chip implanted in my cortex. It lets me hear things more keenly,” Zhang Mingjing improvises.

“I always thought those things were a scam. Maybe not! I should get one too. Must be expensive, right?”

“I want to check it out too,” the nurse laughs.

“Heh, heh!” Zhang Mingjing forces a smile, eager to escape. “I’ve got something urgent—must be going!”

“In such a hurry?”

“Yes!”

“All right, goodbye then!”

“Goodbye!” Zhang Mingjing barely gets the words out before he’s already cycling away.

“That was really something!” he mutters nervously as he rides. “Could I be possessed? I’d better ask Dad.”

His father, after all, is quite the character.

He used to be a Taoist priest until he met Zhang Mingjing’s mother. After that, his vows unraveled and he left the mountain to marry her.

Now known as Zhang Yidao, he chose the name as a reminder—he’d been outwitted by his wife and lost his cultivation dreams, so he adopted this name to keep himself alert.

With such a family, it’s no wonder Zhang Mingjing’s own name carries a hint of the immortal.

Before the Sun’s mishap, his father was an unremarkable small businessman. Afterward, he abruptly switched to fortune-telling, becoming a famed mystic in the city within a year, earning a fortune off the calamity.

His mother naturally became his manager and accountant, and even Zhang Mingjing basked in the reflected glory, dubbed the “mystic heir” at school.

Zhang Yidao’s skills were so convincing that even Zhang Mingjing was taken in, believing his father truly had some spiritual prowess—which is why he’s heading home to consult him now.

Meanwhile, in five-dimensional space, several elders put away their holographic keyboards and begin to discuss.

“In one day, so many died on Earth—how did the Destiny System choose a seventeen-year-old boy?”

“Subtract the old, those under fifteen, the wicked, and you’re left with few candidates.”

“Indeed. Aside from being a bit immature, this boy meets all the criteria.”

“I just worry he’s not steady enough—someone more mature would be more reliable.”

“Well, the choice is made. The five-dimensional thinking model is already implanted, his entire mind and body upgraded. What’s done is done.”

“Yes, indeed.”

Ever since the Sealing Light struck the Sun a year ago, the elders have been seeking to decode the seal, but to no avail.

If they could enter the solar system themselves, their chances of success would increase dramatically. But high-dimensional beings are forbidden from descending, and even setting foot in three-dimensional space would shatter countless atomic nuclei, causing apocalyptic nuclear disaster.

So, three days ago, they finally enacted a plan debated for a year: upgrade a human mind with a five-dimensional model, granting certain superpowers to help find a solution to the Sun’s seal.

They had their so-called Destiny System implement the plan: only the dead, not the living; only the good, not the wicked; not the old nor the very young—so many stipulations, and finally, this cosmic opportunity landed on Zhang Mingjing. Thus, he not only returned from the dead, but also gained a golden finger.