Jason Carter was inexplicably excited, yet inexplicably afraid, and suddenly jumped naked out of bed. “Could it be that what happened last night was just a dream? But that dream was way too real.” Jason Carter clutched his chest, feeling like he could barely breathe.

“Eh? Why is my dick so big now?” Jason Carter looked in the mirror. He was in his youth, had wet dreams every day, and every morning woke up with a raging erection—sometimes even drawing maps on his underwear. Right now, his lower body was standing tall and fierce, with an unbelievably shocking length and girth. It was a size that no man in the entire Eastern Alliance could possess—only Western superstars in adult films could be seen with such a thick and astonishing dick.

Then, Jason Carter saw a metallic, gleaming Rubik’s cube lying on the bed. This thing was actually a five-meter-tall invincible mecha. So, everything that happened last night wasn’t a dream—it was real. But didn’t he get eaten by aliens? How was he back here safe and sound? Could it be that the alien uncle was just joking around, trying to scare a little Earth kid like him?

“What the hell is going on?” Jason Carter was completely baffled, rolling around on the bed, asking himself. Then, another thought popped up: “If I’d known this would happen, I should have asked the alien to make me more handsome, and give me a body that exudes aphrodisiac vibes, turn me into a male fox spirit, a walking aphrodisiac, able to seduce beauties with a 100% success rate, picking up a dozen at a time. Sigh, still too young and inexperienced, no hair on my lips, can’t handle things well, too immature, way too immature…” “Jason Carter, if you don’t get up, I’m coming in…” his mom shouted from outside. “I’m up, I’m up, you always rush me like this.”

Jason Carter had no choice but to temporarily set aside all his confusion and regrets, and hurriedly got dressed. Reluctantly, he tucked his astonishingly sized dick into his pants, thinking to himself, “Well, at least I didn’t come back empty-handed. My dick got bigger—awesome…”

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Although society had been modernized for a long time, the appearance of cities in this world hadn’t changed all that much. At least there weren’t hundreds of floors of skyscrapers, nor were there maglev cars flying everywhere in the sky. Of course, a lot had changed too: city pollution had been reduced to a minimum, and greenery had greatly increased. Every corner of the city was equipped with smart computers, guarding the city’s safety and monitoring the quality of its citizens.

The ultra-three-dimensional transportation system meant that all kinds of tracks crisscrossed the air, for public maglev trains to run on. Cars still had wheels; their appearance might be getting sharper and more conceptual, but they weren’t much different from the early 21st century. And only a small portion of people owned cars—maybe even fewer than on the original Earth—because the population in this world kept expanding, while mineral resources were running out. To encourage people to use public transportation, the government had greatly increased car prices and imposed heavy taxes.

However, the energy used by cars had undergone a complete revolution. High-end cars used liquid hydrogen, a stable and safe energy source with zero pollution, and, crucially, each liter of liquid hydrogen produced several times more energy than gasoline when burned. So, it was currently the best energy source for cars. The only problem was that extracting liquid hydrogen from seawater was still very expensive, making the price of this energy sky-high, so only a few luxury cars, fighter jets, and some large combat mechs used it. Of course, there was an even better energy source than liquid hydrogen: helium-3, but helium-3 was shipped from the moon and currently only used for large-scale global energy needs. The vast majority of cars now used advanced batteries.

A small number of low-end cars still used gasoline or diesel. But nowadays, many countries were preparing to legislate a ban on the production and use of gasoline cars to protect the environment. The province where Jason Carter lived had also held hearings to prepare for this law, but due to too much opposition—gasoline car owners fiercely protested the government’s infringement on their rights—it had never been implemented. Still, driving a gasoline car was never something to be proud of. For example, Jason Carter’s old, beat-up motorcycle still ran on gasoline, and at this moment was speeding down the road, belching thick black smoke, making passersby frown and stare.

“Wow, what a flashy sports car!” Jason Carter’s eyes lit up as he saw, not far ahead in the middle of the road, a super cool red sports car parked there. The body was both domineering and sharp, the epitome of fashion and fantasy. Jason Carter had never seen the real thing, but he’d seen this supercar online. Ferrari F117, twelve-cylinder liquid hydrogen engine, top speed 595 kilometers per hour, price: 19 million Alliance coins. Jason Carter’s parents’ combined monthly salary was 11,000 Alliance coins—it would take them about 200 years of not eating or drinking to afford this car.

Speaking of Alliance coins, it had taken the Eastern Alliance more than ten years to unify the currency across the entire alliance. Even now, a few member states still used their own currencies. Since the Eastern Alliance and the Sith Federation had fallen into a full-scale cold war, the exchange rate between the Alliance coin and the Sith gold dollar was not objective. But when you heard that a can of cola cost 0.7 Alliance coins, its purchasing power was still pretty impressive.