Hijacking the Timeline Chapter 49: May You Live a Hundred Years

Novel: Hijacking the Timeline Author: CinderTL Updated: Jun 02, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 49: May You Live a Hundred Years from Hijacking the Timeline, a Adventure novel by CinderTL.

Translator: CinderTL

His conversation with Mo Fei gave Feng Qi a fresh perspective on his future plans.

He envisioned illuminating the tech tree of Human Civilization, enabling humanity to break through technological bottlenecks and develop technologies that combined spiritual energy with advanced science.

However, without resolving issues like mory retention, these plans remained just that—plans, impossible to put into action.

After all, technological advancent differed from cultivation studies, requiring vast amounts of accumulated data. He couldn't simply rely on his mory to bring this knowledge back to reality.

This realization made him yearn even more for the Narrator's promised "infinite mory" ability.

If he obtained such a power, each entry into the Dream Realm would be like carrying a portable hard drive, allowing him to instantly copy massive amounts of data from the future database.

Reflecting on his limitations within the Dream Realm, he identified three primary obstacles:

First, his lack of authorized access to the Star City Shelter ant he could only review cultivation techniques once per entry, and only those rated three stars or lower.

The second problem was little black's relentless pursuit.

Like a grim reaper, little black hunted him relentlessly in every Dream Realm he entered. Moreover, the Star City Database contained no information about little black, leaving him utterly helpless.

He couldn't defeat it, nor could he escape it.

If not for little black, even without access to a Star City Shelter account, he could have rapidly grown stronger by killing living dead or domain creatures.

The third problem was replenishing the energy required to enter the Dream Realm.

This was the easiest of the three limitations to address. However, in this era, financial speculation channels like stocks and futures had been abolished, making it difficult to rapidly accumulate wealth by exploiting information from the future database.

While the future database did contain records of nurous lucrative entrepreneurial projects, these ventures typically required significant ti and effort, offering no quick path to success. None of them aligned with his ambitions.

Yet he had already identified a path to imnse wealth: developing the ga Savior. Before proceeding, he needed to find the person whose virtual engine served as the foundation for Savior's creation.

If Savior could be developed ahead of schedule, it would have a profound impact on the future while also solving a critical real-world problem: how to enhance cultivators' combat effectiveness while ensuring safety during practical training.

This business venture, which could simultaneously advance Human Civilization and generate substantial profits, was the only entrepreneurial project that truly interested him.

After a mont of contemplation, Feng Qi snapped back to reality.

Seeing Mo Fei already reviewing his notes, Feng Qi didn't waste any ti either. He retrieved his tablet from his luggage and began flipping through the fundantals of cultivation studies.

The sea of knowledge is boundless. Even with his access to the Dream Realm, Feng Qi believed that mastering the foundational principles of cultivation studies remained essential.

Currently, the cultivation techniques he had copied from the future were all 1-3 star techniques. If he were to encounter techniques of 3 stars or higher in the future, their complexity would increase dramatically.

Therefore, a solid grasp of cultivation studies fundantals would significantly improve his efficiency in copying future techniques.

This principle applied to all knowledge: understanding the underlying principles first, followed by rote morization, would yield far greater results.

For Feng Qi, learning was a process of self-enrichnt, never dull or tedious. The more knowledge he accumulated, the more fulfilled he felt.

The night was deep, but the dormitory building remained brightly lit.

Besides Feng Qi and Mo Fei, who were studying diligently, countless other students were making their final push as they approached a pivotal mont in their lives.

The Graduation Examination was just five days away, and admissions officers from various academies would be present.

Students not only had to pass the basic examination content but also undergo interviews with the academy representatives.

Star City High School boasted the highest academic standards in the city, yet nearly half its students were eliminated each year, with less than one percent gaining admission to a Top 100 Academy.

It was a harsh reality.

Those who passed would receive the best resources, allowing them to focus solely on their studies and likely beco part of humanity's elite.

Those who failed would be relegated to second-tier academies or forced to enter the workforce directly.

After all, the world's resources were finite.

In the long struggle against domain creatures, the human leadership could only concentrate limited resources on nurturing the elite, who would then drive the advancent of Human Civilization.

Feng Qi and Mo Fei studied until 2 a.m. before finally turning off the lights and going to sleep.

The next morning, Feng Qi woke up groggily.

"Still not up? If we don't leave now, the cafeteria will be packed."

He paused, montarily confused.

Then he rembered he had already left Star City Academy, where 24-hour free buffets were available.

Moreover, the Star City High School cafeteria was far smaller than the academy's, making altis extrely crowded.

"Let's go, ti to eat!"

Realizing the "severity" of the situation, he leaped out of bed, quickly dressed, washed up, and sprinted to the school cafeteria with Mo Fei.

If you're not enthusiastic about eating, your thinking is flawed.

Although the food at Star City High School couldn't compare to the academy's, he still ate his al with great satisfaction.

The only downside was that the food wasn't free.

This al cost him over 300 credits in cash, draining the last of his al card balance and leaving Mo Fei speechless.

Fortunately, he had already secured his admission to Star City Academy. Otherwise, he doubted his bank account could sustain such daily expenses.

By the ti they arrived at the classroom, many students had already arrived early and were reviewing their notes.

After settling into their seats, he and Mo Fei imdiately got down to studying.

At eight o'clock, Old Wang of history class strode into the classroom, carrying a stack of blank white paper.

Standing at the lectern, Wang Jinsheng announced:

"Class, there's an activity at the upcoming graduation banquet called the Ti Capsule. I'll be distributing a blank sheet of paper to each of you. Write a ssage to your future selves on it, and we'll collectively seal them in the Ti Capsule. We'll bury it during the banquet and open it again in the future."

With that, Wang Jinsheng handed the stack of paper to the students in the front row, who began distributing them.

Soon, every student in the classroom had a blank sheet of paper.

Wang Jinsheng smiled at the class and said:

"Think carefully before you write. You can write a ssage to your future self, your hopes for the future, or even regrets from the present. When you retrieve and read it soday, it might fill you with profound emotion."

"Write your ssages first. I'll collect them this afternoon," Wang Jinsheng said as he turned and left the classroom.

"What are you going to write?" Mo Fei asked Feng Qi, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Feng Qi fell into deep thought.

Since he could see his future, what he wrote seed almost irrelevant.

Yet he refused to treat the task lightly.

After a mont's consideration, he decided to write a ssage of hope for the future.

He picked up his pen and began to ponder.

Beside him, Mo Fei lowered his head and began to write his own vision and hopes for the future on the blank paper.

The classroom fell into a hushed silence as the students imrsed themselves in contemplation.

After a mont, Feng Qi picked up his pen and wrote on the paper:

May you live to be a hundred, Feng Qi!

(End of the Chapter)