In the modification garage, Brian Carter, using the alias David Thompson, wore a simple mechanic’s uniform and a safety helmet, and responded calmly, “Let me take a look first.”

He then directed the young mechanic following him to open the GTR’s hood, quickly removed a few exterior panels, and checked over the previously modified structures.

After a round of tinkering—

Having already “seen” the structure clearly, Brian Carter said to the GTR owner, “I don’t know where you had it modified before, and I can’t say the work was bad, but the craftsmanship is clearly subpar, especially the power transmission system… here, here, and here… all have obvious flaws.”

“So if you fix it, will it be able to handle corners?” the owner pressed.

“No, this modification plan wasn’t designed for cornering from the start. If you want to improve cornering speed on the current basis, it’ll require major surgery.”

The GTR owner grumbled about being ripped off by someone, then said urgently, “Fine, major surgery it is. As long as you, Mr. Thompson, can fix it for me, money’s not an issue. Once I try it out on the corners and it’s good, I’ll transfer you half a million as a bonus, no questions asked.”

“No problem. I’ll make a list first. Some parts need to be imported, and they’re very expensive.” Brian Carter had systematically replicated almost every car structure.

Although he couldn’t materialize a complete car, when it came to knowledge of car parts, no one in the world could surpass him.

The list was quickly drawn up, totaling over 1.7 million—almost enough to buy a new GTR. The modification fee was extra, requiring 300,000, bringing the total to over 2 million.

But the GTR owner didn’t even bat an eye and immediately transferred the money to Mr. Parker.

For the sake of the 500,000 bonus, Brian Carter couldn’t help but get even more serious, personally taking part in the modifications. Normally, he rarely got his hands dirty, a bit of a “ten fingers never touch spring water” type, but the GTR owner was paying too much, so he could only mutter “so worth it” and get to work.

A future tech tycoon, personally crawling under the chassis to modify a car for someone.

A few years from now, this GTR owner could brag about it for a lifetime—of course, that’s only if he knew David Thompson was actually Brian Carter; otherwise, it would just be a forgotten story.

By the time both GTRs were finished and road-tested, a month had passed.

Straight-line acceleration, fast cornering—the owner personally tested the car and was full of praise: “The power is so much fucking stronger than before. Awesome, Mr. Thompson, your skills—one word: respect!” With that, he immediately transferred the 500,000 bonus via banking app.

A text message arrived on the Xiaomi 6 phone.

Brian Carter glanced at it and smiled slightly. “Boss, pleasure working with you. Wishing you invincibility on the track!”

“Haha, thanks for the good wishes, Mr. Thompson. I’ll have the GTR shipped over right away. I’m racing that bastard again this week—he dared to rip me off, fuck him, I’ll beat him to death!”

The GTR owner left in high spirits, and Brian Carter returned to his usual work attitude.

……

Infrared sensors, night vision goggles, 360-degree panoramic cameras, military binoculars, astronomical telescopes, toilet seat covers, clothes racks, AA batteries, chewing gum.

Brian Carter had lost count of how many items he had replicated. As long as something could be replicated—even a stone—he would do it, storing the data in his psychic armor for future use.

Sequences, limits, calculus, spatial analytic geometry, linear algebra, series, ordinary differential equations… condensed matter physics, quantum Hall effect, Maxwell’s equations, Dirac equation…

Besides replicating items,

The content Brian Carter self-studied online was also gradually advancing from university basics to deeper fields. Especially in mathematics, to solve some tough problems, he not only paid professors online for help, but also privately consulted with experts from research institutes he’d gotten to know.

You could say that in the past six months, he had been in a state of comprehensive improvement, completely different from his previous aimless, muddled self.

A total transformation.

“Phew!”

“Although it’s satisfying… it really is a bit exhausting.”

Brian Carter rubbed his head. Even though cultivating psychic power had improved his mental strength, he was still worn out by the intensity of his studies.

“One person’s strength is really limited!”

“If I could cooperate with the country, that would probably be the best solution.”

He had considered revealing the secret of the psychic armor to the state, but he didn’t dare—not because he thought the state was bad, but because their perspectives were different.

The state would naturally consider what’s best for the country, but that might not be what’s best for Brian Carter. For example, for the country, separating the psychic armor from him would be the best choice; only by having it under state control could they feel secure.

But what would separating the psychic armor mean for Brian Carter?

He didn’t want to think about it.

Even if it couldn’t be separated, he’d most likely become a lab rat, with no personal freedom ever again.