What Do You Mean, Making a Superconductor by Hand and Then Disappearing?

Su Ye transmigrated into the middle of the Great Xia Nation’s Innovation and Technology Contest. With a System at his side, he thought this one was in the bag.

Who could have guessed this shady System charged by the use?

He casually wrote down an equation for room-temperature superconductivity, and the System immediately ran up a debt of a million yuan. Pay up, or it would take years off his life!

With no other choice, Su Ye took on a fake identity, grabbed a bucket, and headed to a factory overnight to work the assembly line.

His departure sent shock waves across the entire country.

“You’re telling me that this genius, who holds the core technology for room-temperature superconductivity, couldn’t afford a mere two-thousand-yuan entry fee?”

“What’s with all the blood and the mysterious disappearance?”

“What do you mean the local crooked tycoon’s son stole his spot?”

As the classified files were unsealed, the task force mobilized overnight. Helicopters roared across the sky, and a sweeping crackdown on organized crime began.

The task force leader’s eyes were red: “We need to find him alive or bring back his body! When you kick down that tycoon’s door, turn off your body cams. If anything goes wrong, I’ll take responsibility. Beat the hell out of anyone you see!”