This whole room is filled with all sorts of parts. Even if he wanted to sell them, it would be hard to find a buyer, unless he just disposed of them as scrap.

But if he treated them as scrap, he felt a bit reluctant.

His blackout self must have put in a lot of effort and poured his heart into collecting all these parts and components for this room.

Besides, if he sold them as scrap, he wouldn’t get much money anyway.

Ethan Foster felt a bit troubled.

“Maybe I should see if ‘I’ left behind any blueprints or design drawings or something?”

Since he bought so many mechanical parts, there must have been something he wanted to build. With so many parts and components, it’s impossible to just imagine the finished product in his head.

Surely there must be a detailed blueprint and design, right?

As long as there’s a blueprint, maybe he really could put the thing together?

[Come to think of it, it must have taken quite a bit of time to collect all these mechanical parts to fill up a whole storage room, right? And Chloe Sullivan didn’t notice at all?] After closing the storage room door, Ethan Foster wondered.

Is his ‘hiding things from his wife’ skill really that high?

Or... did Chloe Sullivan actually know, but since he secretly collected the materials and never told Chloe Sullivan along the way, she just pretended not to know?

Is this the tacit understanding between husband and wife?

After locking up the storage room, Ethan Foster guiltily double-locked the door and hid the key—although Chloe Sullivan already knew about him buying parts, he still felt super guilty.

……

……

After returning to the study on the third floor, Ethan Foster tapped the spacebar to reactivate the computer and turned on the ‘full disk search’ function, searching for ‘blueprint’ files on his computer.

Besides the computer’s hard drive, he also opened his online storage, cloud drives, USB drives, and external hard drives, doing a truly comprehensive search.

There was a lot of storage space to search, so it would take some time.

While waiting, Ethan Foster opened his comic manuscript “If I Can Only Live to 36” and started reading it from the beginning.

He didn’t plan to continue this comic—he didn’t have the heart or the energy.

Next, he’d probably abandon his identity as a comic artist... but he still had to look at the things his blackout self created over the past three years. Maybe he could find clues to his drastic personality change?

Ethan Foster opened the original comic manuscript, then casually opened a streaming site and clicked on some shows he used to follow. He was already very good at multitasking.

Very soon... Ethan Foster discovered a benefit of losing his memory for three years.

The series of movies, anime, TV dramas, novels, comics, etc. that he had been eagerly waiting for three years ago... many of them had already finished, and some even had second or third seasons.

Three years—a whole three years of accumulation!

A subtle sense of happiness welled up in his heart.

Waking up three years later, from this perspective, actually wasn’t so bad～

……

Half an hour later.

The full disk search finished, and the results popped up.

“Done?” Ethan Foster clicked casually, and several documents appeared before his eyes.

“Finalized Design Drawing”

“Refined Design Drawing”

“Revised Design Drawing”

“Re-revised Design Drawing”

“If I Revise Again I’ll Die Version”

“Ultimate Version, Absolutely No More Revisions”

“Dead Dead Version · Jian Shen Hao”

Ethan Foster glanced at the search results: “……”

Just a few document names, and you could already imagine a designer’s bittersweet little story.

How much hair must have been lost to come up with so many design drawings?

Ethan Foster couldn’t help but touch his own forehead.

His hairline really did seem to have receded a bit?

“I need to pay more attention to hair care. I’m still young, I can’t go bald so soon.” After thinking for a moment, Ethan Foster clicked on the last design drawing document, “Dead Dead Version · Jian Shen Hao.”

He wanted to see what effect this thing would have once assembled, and whether it was really worth sacrificing so many brain cells.

Chapter 8: The Gate of Miracles

The suffix “Jian Shen Hao” in the document name—was that the thing he was supposed to build?

But just from the name alone, it was impossible to guess what his blackout self from three years ago had wanted to make.

The design drawing file was huge, and it took a while to buffer when opening.

Then, a structure diagram composed of countless chaotic lines, so complex it made Ethan Foster’s brain feel like it was boiling, appeared before his eyes.

Ethan Foster clicked the mouse to zoom in on the design drawing... the densely packed connection lines almost blinded him.

The more he looked, the more insignificant he felt.

A few minutes later...

“I finally understand—humans really do have their limits!” Ethan Foster rubbed his sore eyes.

This incredibly complex design drawing, plus that storage room full of messy parts and components, was already way beyond the skill level of an ordinary college student like him.

Without professional help, he couldn’t even match the raw materials in that room to the parts marked on the design drawing, let alone assemble them according to the blueprint.