Unless he stopped being human and worked hard to quickly regain his skills in ‘mechanical manufacturing’, there was little hope for these complex blueprints and the pile of mechanical parts ever seeing the light of day.

Ethan Foster minimized the blueprints again.

He didn’t close the document, but instead scrolled the mouse all the way to the end of the blueprints—Ethan Foster wanted to see if there was some kind of ‘manual’ or similar instructions.

At the very least, he wanted to know what exactly this ‘Jianshen’ was for.

As he expected, at the end of the blueprints, there really was a line of text.

[Skull Breaker · Miracle Gate · Jianshen—Create miracles!]

And that was it.

No further introduction, no manual… just this full name.

“What the heck is a Skull Breaker?” It sounded rather crude and violent, making him think of hardcore weapons like a skull-crushing hammer.

Was this thing supposed to be used on someone’s skull?

Hmm, if he used all the materials in the storage room to make a ‘skull-crushing hammer’, even a light tap on the head would be enough to shatter a skull.

“Come to think of it, could it be that I made this thing, then tried it on my own head as an experiment, and that’s why I lost three years of memory?” Ethan Foster touched his own head.

Danger.

Maybe… it’s better to just toss all this stuff in a corner and let it gather dust?

After realizing that ‘humans have limits’, Ethan Foster temporarily let go of his obsession with this matter.

But the name ‘Miracle Gate’ still caught his attention.

After all, his name was Ethan.

[A ‘gate’ that creates miracles?]

“Forget it, I’ll just wait for Chloe to come back. Then I’ll tell her about my three-year memory gap, and at the same time, let her know about these blueprints and the materials in the first-floor storage room.”

“Maybe… she can find someone to help sort out these blueprints and actually build the thing?”

After all, right now, he really was at his limit—this was the limit of being human.

Ethan Foster slumped softly into his chair.

Next, he needed to rest for a round.

From morning until now, his mental state had been tense the whole time.

If he didn’t relax, he’d snap.

After settling himself comfortably into the chair, Ethan Foster resumed multitasking: watching his comic drafts while also opening a movie, shrinking the video window to watch smoothly.

Three years’ worth of movies and novels to catch up on—he could finally enjoy a bit of it.

……

……

Time spent unwinding always passes especially fast; these moments of pleasure are always fleeting.

After just two movies, it was already 11 a.m.

Ethan Foster climbed out of his chair—the hunger in his belly reminded him it was time to find something to eat and fill his stomach.

“Time to eat. What should I have for lunch?” Ethan Foster stood up.

As for lunch, Chloe Sullivan hadn’t left any instructions.

She’d gone to the company for something in the morning and might not be back at noon…

“I wonder how I handled lunch these past three years? Did I just cook something simple, or order takeout?” Ethan Foster’s cooking skills were limited to a few basic home-style dishes.

It was fine for an occasional meal, but for something tasty, he had to rely on takeout.

He pulled out his phone and opened the takeout app that felt both strange and familiar.

However, just as he was about to order, he heard the sound of a car parking downstairs.

Ethan Foster went to the window and looked down.

He saw Chloe Sullivan just stretching out her leg, stepping out of a white car.

After getting out, she first took off the flat shoes she used for driving and changed back into her high heels from the morning. Then she took two bags of groceries from the trunk and headed upstairs.

[Hmm… even my lunch is taken care of by my wife?] Ethan Foster’s passive skill ‘heartwarming’ activated.

For him to be this well-fed three years later, aside from the gym equipment on the second floor, a big part of the credit had to go to his wife.

Without good meals, you couldn’t build such a great body.

Seeing that Chloe Sullivan was coming upstairs, Ethan Foster went to the third-floor door and opened it in advance.

He waited there for her to come up.

Ding-dong~ The door of the home elevator opened, and Chloe Sullivan stepped out.

As soon as she came out, she saw Ethan Foster standing at the door waiting for her.

Chloe Sullivan smiled brightly and called out, “Little Ethan~”

“You’re back, Chloe.” After fussing around all morning, Ethan Foster had finally gotten Chloe Sullivan’s name, and felt he should show off his skills a bit.

For example, now was the perfect time to use his wife’s name in a well-timed welcome.

Maybe it was a bit of a show-off mentality?

“Chloe?” Chloe Sullivan’s reaction to hearing her own name was a bit odd. She tilted her head, then… seemed to think of something.

Then, she put down the two bags of groceries, opened her small purse, and took out a little bottle.

“Here, for you—preserved plum.” Chloe Sullivan poured out a preserved plum, pinched it with her fair fingers, and popped it into Ethan Foster’s mouth.

Sweet and sour~

But Ethan Foster was left completely baffled by Chloe Sullivan’s series of actions.