Chapter 0001: I Want to Change the World (Part 1)

“Fatty, if you don’t lose weight, you’re going to die.”

As Henry Grant left the campus hospital accompanied by William Clark, the elderly campus doctor gave Henry Grant a heartfelt warning.

Neither of them argued back—there was no way to refute it. Henry Grant really was a big guy. Although he was 1.9 meters tall, he weighed over 300 jin, looking every bit like a mountain of flesh.

Just four days ago, Henry Grant collapsed from heatstroke and went into shock at the entrance of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City. His breathing and heartbeat stopped for a full hour. He was barely resuscitated, and even then, he remained in a coma for three days before waking up.

Fatty’s whole body was riddled with illnesses: the three highs (hypertension, hyperglycemia, hyperlipidemia), coronary heart disease, severe fatty liver, chronic pharyngitis, plantar fasciitis, Achilles tendonitis. This time, the doctor diagnosed him with a pulmonary embolism—a blood clot blocked his vessel, and he nearly died.

At least Henry Grant and William Clark could tell good advice from bad. Henry Grant hurriedly thanked the doctor, and with William Clark’s support, slowly left the campus hospital.

He had no memory of how he was resuscitated or brought back to the campus hospital. The only thing Henry Grant remembered clearly was that, at the very beginning of his coma, a stunningly beautiful woman lifted his eyelid to check his pupils—nothing more.

“Let’s go!” William Clark accompanied Henry Grant as they slowly strolled through the campus toward the dormitory, saying, “We haven’t said much about your weight these past years, but Fatty, you really should lose some weight.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll start losing weight right away,” Henry Grant replied, shuffling along while looking around at the familiar campus scenery.

“Report on blood clot removal progress.” A silent thought flashed through Henry Grant’s mind.

“Blood clot removal progress: 0.73%, ongoing…” Instantly, Henry Grant’s mind received an answer.

Everyone thought Henry Grant had collapsed from heatstroke because he was too fat under the blazing sun, but only Henry Grant knew that during the hour his breathing and heartbeat stopped, ten thousand nanorobots and a nanorobot control system had entered his body.

During the three days he was in a coma, countless unknown pieces of information flooded into Henry Grant’s mind, as if a vast and unparalleled database had opened up. Anything Henry Grant was interested in—machinery, weapons, film, games, and more—was all there, crystal clear, yet dreamlike.

Not only that, but there were also companies he’d heard of and never heard of, all kinds of major events that had happened or hadn’t happened. When Henry Grant woke up, it was as if he already possessed memories of a future life. Of course, it might all have been just a dream.

He didn’t know whose life experience it was—there was no trace of Henry Grant in the dream. But the future world in the dream was so exciting that Henry Grant didn’t want to die young. No matter what, he wanted to see it for himself.

The full name of the nanorobots inside Henry Grant was MRIAM-2107-Type I Nanorobot, or simply Type I Nanorobot. Of course, to Henry Grant, they were just nanorobots—he even omitted the “Type I.”

Nanorobots are extremely small. When powered off, they are just cubes measuring 0.15 micrometers on each side. The average human cell is 10 to 25 micrometers in size, so these nanorobots can easily enter human cells.

As far as Henry Grant knew, these Type I nanorobots should fall under the category of medical robots.

Two hours ago, Henry Grant gave the control system an order to clear the blood clots in his blood vessels. The nanorobots immediately got to work and have been at it ever since.

The full name of that control system should be Nanorobot Control System V1.38—it even had a version number, which left Henry Grant speechless.

“Please increase the number of nanorobots as soon as possible to meet the conditions for a control system version upgrade.” Just as he was complaining in his mind about the control system’s version number, a message immediately appeared in his mind.

In fact, the nanorobot control system now exists within Henry Grant’s nervous system and has completely fused with it. In other words, Henry Grant is the control system, and the control system is Henry Grant. Whether he’s complaining or asking questions, he’s really just talking to himself.

Currently, the control system can manage up to one million nanorobots, but there are only ten thousand in existence—a hundred times fewer than the maximum.

This means that no matter what Henry Grant wants to do, the results are minimal. There are simply too few nanorobots, and the speed can’t be increased at all.