Where would you really want to travel to? Take a look below: Chapter 1: Do you need to take an exam even for time travel? When Lusenbao woke up, he found himself in a messy room, something that could be seen everywhere in real life. The only difference was that there was a tattered, dust-covered banner hanging there. On it were the words: 'Time Travel Office.' A young man wearing glasses sat in an office full of books, fiddling with a computer, and without looking up, asked, 'Name.' 'Lusenbao.' Although Lusenbao still didn't understand, he honestly gave his internationally renowned name out of respect for the few words on the banner. 'Even such an artistic name can be called out.' After hearing the name, the man with glasses looked at Lusenbao with a smile. 'Am I dead?' Lusenbao couldn't take the man's look, and weakly asked this crucial question. In the vast majority of time travel stories, the biggest common point is that you have to die once first. The man with glasses put down his work and replied decisively, 'No.' 'Huh? Isn't what you're doing a bit against the rules?' 'Who told you you have to die to travel?' The man tapped the desk. 'You're not going to make me go kill aliens or go into some space to experience a horror loop, right?' The man waved his hand and said, 'No, no.' Seeing that all the questions had been asked, and realizing that he had to travel due to some irresistible factor, Lusenbao was very excited and said, 'Great! Let's get to the main topic—I want to...' 'Hold on!' The man held up his hand to stop him. 'What's the matter?' 'First take a written test to see what type you are suited for.' 'Another written test?' Damn, never seen so many rules. Normally, people just say 'travel' and go, it's not this complicated. Seemingly seeing Lusenbao's confusion, the man with glasses shook his head and said, 'These days, too many people travel. If you don't start from reality and consider how capable you are, blindly traveling doesn't work. Which one do you want to go to?' 'Alternate history. The Ming Dynasty is popular recently.' First, change the course of history a bit, recruit some historical geniuses as subordinates, gather an army to fight around, then become a national hero, rule the world, and have everyone under your command. 'Oh... tasteful choice, let's test this first.' The man with glasses typed a few times on the computer, 'Creak! Creak! …' came the pained groan of an old printer.The man with glasses decisively pulled out the printed exam paper and handed it to Lusenbao.
Lusenbao took the paper in his hand, and just a glance made him dumbfounded. With a trembling voice, he asked, "This! Are you sure this is the exam for traveling through, and not a doctoral graduation exam?"
One by one, profound questions about the 'imperial system of the Ming Dynasty,' 'financial revenue levels during the Hongwu era,' and 'the relationship with the world during the Wanli era' scared Lusenbao severely. Even more baffling were questions about 'military construction,' 'how to manufacture machine tools,' 'hybrid rice,' 'steelmaking,' 'flintlock gun production and application,' and 'steam engine manufacturing.' Lusenbao held his aching head—how is a regular person supposed to know this?
The man with glasses patted Lusenbao, who was still staring blankly at the paper, struggling in vain, and patiently consoled him: "Stop spacing out in history and time. If you can't handle even the basics, wearing this body is pointless."
"Then another world," Lusenbao sighed. This wouldn't be too bad. Learn some magic, practice some battle energy, find a wife, eat until you're full, then fight a few battles with different tribes, and in the end, there might even be a chance to become a king, duke, or even a god.
"Squawk! Squawk! ..." Another exam paper appeared. After handing it to Lusenbao, the man with glasses said, "My personal advice is, I suggest you don't take this one..."
Lusenbao took the paper. This time, after just a glance, he threw it to the ground in anger and shouted, "How is a regular person supposed to know this!" Even the simplest first question stumped him: 'On the theory of dual cultivation of magic and martial arts,' such deep, high-level professional questions were never taught in school.
"Wow, this is the very foundation. If you can't handle such basics, you won't get far there either," the man with glasses adjusted his glasses and said.
Lusenbao angrily shouted, "Can't I just go there and study gradually?"
"Too naive," the man with glasses said, his lenses glinting with a strange white light, in a manner that seemed unfathomably deep: "A few years ago, that idea would have worked. Now, efficiency is what matters. If you can't get strong by the fifth chapter, it's basically game over. People like you, the slowly indulgent carefree type, will have a very small market."
"Then reincarnate," Lusenbao muttered. This was a lower difficulty. After all, living in that world every day would at least be a home advantage. First make money, then build a harem. Or first a harem, then make money. Or, if you want to be formidable, go for both—grasp both and make both strong. 'Strictly speaking, this doesn't count as time travel, but now I also handle this kind of work.' Amid another round of the printer's agonizing screeches, the man with glasses pulled out the test papers and handed them to Lucenbao. The contrast between reality and ideals is so great.
