After Building Nuclear Fusion by Hand, Academicians Beg Me to Stop Showing Off

[System] [Intelligence Outclassing Everyone] [High-Octane Comeback] [Black Technology Face-Slapping]

Ten minutes before the college entrance exam ends, the tip of underachiever Yan Han's pen suddenly stops in midair.

As the whole class bursts into laughter, a torrent of data flashes deep in his eyes.

"Super-Civilization Superintelligence System" successfully activated.

The next day, the last math problem has a correct-answer rate of just 0.003%, yet Yan Han's solution has an academician from the Chinese Academy of Sciences booking a flight in the middle of the night.

When his English teacher accuses him of plagiarizing his essay, he writes a sonnet on the spot in a schoolwide livestream, and an Oxford professor enthusiastically shares it on Twitter.

When the physics competition team steals his experimental data, he retaliates by livestreaming himself assembling a cold-fusion device by hand on the campus forum. The State Secrecy Bureau seals off the entire school building.

Everyone thinks this is the end, until at an international science summit, Yan Han casually solves the Riemann Hypothesis and says with a laugh, "Sorry, I just used this problem as a brainteaser for my kid over breakfast."

In the audience sit Nobel laureates, pale-faced, a Fields Medal heavyweight trembling as he takes off his glasses, and the genius girl in the corner whom Yan Han rescued from the slums. She is using the AI he wrote to calculate the ultimate formula of the universe.

"All you're fighting over is scraps of knowledge." Yan Han presses the activation button, and a space elevator pierces the clouds. "I'm rebuilding the levels of civilization."