The wooden sculpture in Su Li’s hand swiftly took shape once more, and she tossed the finished product casually into a bamboo basket under the counter.

Inside it was crammed full of various carved items, ranging from expressive figures to lifelike animals, and various small objects in miniaturized versions. Each piece was vividly expressive, the most distinct aspect being the inexplicable aura surrounding them.

If one were to try and describe it in words, it would be divinity... a divinity that exudes an aura of superiority.

This elusive and peculiar charm is hard to articulate.

The small objects were fine, but any depiction of life carved by Su Li carried a unique, captivating ancient essence.

The one taken to Grandma Zhang was far inferior to the ones Su Li casually tossed into the bamboo basket.

Su Li speculated that maybe in her own imagination, she had imagined herself to be extraordinary enough to imbue a touch of divinity?

After all, she was full of merit, cloaked in belief.

Thinking about this, Su Li couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, standing up and shaking off the wood shavings on her body.

Realizing that her spiritual power was nearly depleted today, she leisurely opened the freezer, picked out a nourishing liquid of her preferred color for the day, and gulped it down.

Her originally protesting stomach instantly felt full.

How wonderful, today’s nutrient liquid was strawberry-flavored.

This world is in the highly advanced interstellar era, where nutrient liquid has long replaced food as the primary source of intake. It’s convenient, time-saving, and available in various flavors.

The best part is that it’s nutrient-rich and cheaply priced, making it the ideal choice for many ordinary citizens.

After satisfying her hunger, Su Li casually took a book from the bookshelf in the rear room and began reading.

The bookshelf in the back room was packed full of books, all part of Su Chang’an’s collection.

Su Chang’an was the father that Grandma Zhang often spoke of.

It is said that Su Chang’an appeared on Shuimu Star with her ten years ago when she was only eight. Both were in such a dire state, they were almost mistaken for a beggar and his child.

Shuimu Star is a remote tourist planet, not too technologically advanced. The scenery, though decent, isn’t particularly unique, combined with its remote interstellar coordinates, not many citizens travel here for sightseeing.

Therefore, people on this planet don’t live very affluent lives.

Everyone thought of Su Chang’an as an eccentric, opening a Folklore Antiques Collection Hall in a street full of Shuimu Star specialties like flower pastries, golden goldfish, and jiji beast meat cakes.

The interior was filled with quirky items, which Su Chang’an treasured greatly.

Moreover, Su Chang’an was often perceived as very peculiar, obsessed with folklore and ancient culture to a near addiction level, often neglecting his daughter.

In the eyes of their neighbors, the father and daughter duo led a life of poverty and simplicity, unlike even the poorest households, who would spend a little credit points on some freshly cooked food to taste. Only the Su family maintained their three meals with nutrient agents.

But you could say they were poor, yet Su Chang’an would spend ten thousand credit points on a mere scroll from Old Li from Third District.

Old Li had found it himself from the trash heap, just a scroll of illustrated ancient god myths, which he originally intended to throw away, but who would have thought he’d encounter a guileless buyer like Su Chang’an?

After the transaction, Old Li quickly packed up and moved from Third District overnight, fearing Su Chang’an would regret it.

Su Chang’an’s fascination with these ancient cultures reached a near obsessive level.

The junk basically meant something only to Su Chang’an, who collected a heap of it. Anyway, if anyone had or unintentionally collected some, Su Chang’an would always be willing to buy at a high price.

Su Li rapidly flipped through a few pages of the book in her hand; it truly was somewhat aged.

It described the rise and fall of the Witch Clan from Ancient Blue Star.

Swiftly scanning through it with interest, Su Li then took another book from the shelf on Taoism culture... she was very familiar with the traditional characters inside.

Was it because she was constantly immersed in these books that she could imagine so broadly and realistically?

Su Li rest her chin in a contemplative state, her scattered gaze gradually focusing on the various deities on another wall.

Those deity figures were said to be all crafted by Su Chang’an, and while well-carved, they seemed somewhat stiff and lifeless. In other words, they lacked a touch of soul.

Su Chang’an’s money probably all went into his collection in that full bookshelf, running an unpopular little shop, with only the wooden deity sculptures he carved selling for a bit of money—just enough to keep father and daughter from starving.

Among the tourists there’d occasionally be some curious ones, buying one or two sculptures as souvenirs, cheap yet decorative.

Su Li was too lazy to think; since Su Chang’an earned money by selling carvings, she’d follow suit and continue selling them too.

Su Li felt something was off about her state, languid and unable to muster any spirit.

Since waking from the Nutrition Cabin until now, she’s been in an extreme state of world-weariness.

Perhaps it was because in her imagination she exerted herself too much, but returning to the real world made her feel dull, and she didn’t want to change this state.

What if she’s really just in another layer of dream, exerting too much only to end up with nothing, wouldn’t that be a loss. Who knows...

While in the Nutrition Cabin in the Fifth Prison, she experienced five years, but in her memory, it felt like millions of years had passed.

From thirteen, she took the blame for her father and entered prison as a second-level criminal, to now at eighteen. Though still a juvenile, the sense of age emanating from her is likely even more profound than Grandma Zhang’s.

After finishing the book, the shabby robot beside her tapped away noisily, notifying Su Li of a new mail for her to read.

The outdated robot was left by Su Chang’an, an early version of smart technology’s household robot. A sort of intelligent housekeeper.

Able to do daily chores and also capable of sending and receiving mail and communications. Despite its extended duration causing some response dullness, it satisfied Su Li’s basic needs adequately.

It is possible to access the Star Network through the household robot, though only browsing Star Network information, rather than immersing one’s spiritual body into the Star Network world.

In any case, Su Li didn’t have such a notion. She had no curiosity towards this world.

In her imagination, she had experienced several interstellar worlds, although there must have been discrepancies, but she wasn’t curious, not curious at all.

Mail? Su Li hesitated for a moment, thinking, then eventually issued the command to open.

It was a document issued by a governmental branch of Shuimu Star.

Su Li, skimming through quickly, fell into prolonged silence.

According to her current physical age, eighteen years still considered underage in a general population averaging three hundred years old, and an underage obligation was attending school.