1: Omniscient Notebook

[Brain Storage]

[Collecting memes, lines, and side characters; use if suitable]

November 15, 2025.

He Ming sat up abruptly from the bed, sweat instantly seeping from his forehead. He stared at his own hands, stunned, unable to move.

"Didn't I already die?"

Because a blinding red light had flashed across the sky, the driver of the construction vehicle on the road had their vision obstructed, resulting in them rushing onto the sidewalk and crushing He Ming to death.

At this moment, a large influx of memories flooded his mind, and he finally realized that he had transmigrated to a parallel world.

This was Earth, but no longer the original Earth.

He Ming picked up his phone with a strange expression; on it was the chat history between the original owner and his girlfriend, Group Leader.

They had known each other since college, dated for seven years, and reached the age of talking marriage, but they broke up because there was no money. Unable to think straight, he swallowed half a bottle of sleeping pills.

"Was it really worth it, brother?"

Thinking about it carefully, He Ming felt the original owner was truly miserable.

His parents divorced, neither wanted him, and he relied on a 200-yuan monthly living allowance to survive until adulthood.

After getting a job, he finally settled down. Later, he met Group Leader, and after they started dating, he supported her through college.

After graduation, he continued to support her until today.

He Ming shook his head slightly, sighing inwardly.

Wasn't his own life also a tragedy?

But the original owner's choice was death, while he was living on tenaciously like a cockroach.

He was about to get up to find something to eat when his gaze landed on the other side of the bed.

A black-covered notebook.

He Ming suddenly remembered that right before his death, besides that fatal red light, there seemed to be an extremely faint black ray flying toward his glabella at an even faster speed.

"Is this something that came with me during the transmigration?"

He Ming pinched the space between his eyebrows to recall carefully, finally determining that the original owner had absolutely never seen such a notebook.

He reached out and picked up the notebook; it felt cold to the touch.

In the center of the black cover were two extremely conspicuous gold-stamped characters.

[Omniscient]

He Ming sneered.

"Omniscient? Are you bragging?"

He suddenly thought, since transmigration could happen, a notebook that came with him couldn't be ordinary, right?

"Should I try it?"

He found a ballpoint pen in the room, surprisingly starting to feel expectant.

Coming to the desk, He Ming opened the notebook and quickly wrote:

[Are there immortals in this world?]

A sudden change occurred!

The words He Ming wrote actually disappeared eerily, as if they had been absorbed by the notebook.

The next second, a large black character emerged.

[Yes]

He Ming gasped, goosebumps rising all over his body, even his hair standing on end.

"What the hell!"

He covered his heart, which felt like it was about to jump out of his mouth. His chest heaved violently, and a rush of hot blood surged to his crown, making his face turn bright red.

After the shock came unspeakable ecstasy!

"This notebook is the real deal!"

"Omniscient!"

"Doesn't that make me indirectly omnipotent?"

Knowing the past, present, and future, understanding the laws of all things, mastering all knowledge, avoiding misfortune...

He Ming associated the abilities the omniscient notebook could bring him in his mind. There were really too many; how much power this thing could unleash depended entirely on one's imagination.

There was nothing he couldn't think of, nothing he couldn't do. He was just one step away from being invincible!

He felt all his hair standing on end, his heart pounding!

"Mom, this cheat seems a bit too big."

"But I like it. Since I'm the one using it, of course, the bigger, the better!"

Thinking about it, He Ming suddenly felt a chill from the depths of his soul.

He remembered the web novels he had read in his previous life.

Guilty of a crime because of one's treasure; it could cost him his life!

A widely circulated internet image unconsciously appeared in his mind.

A clueless little yellow dog with a hundred-yuan bill in its mouth, and outside the frame, a hand was pointing at it.

Wasn't he that little yellow dog right now?

And the omniscient notebook was the hundred-yuan bill.

Before his own strength grew, any powerful entity that discovered this secret could become the owner behind that hand.

"Can't be reckless. Death upon exposure!"

He Ming kept breathing deeply. After his emotions gradually stabilized, he began to think about how to avoid this problem.

The notebook must belong entirely to him. It could not be taken away by others, nor could any of its anomalies be noticed by others.

He picked up the ballpoint pen again and wrote on the blank page.

[How can I bind the omniscient notebook so that only I can use the omniscient function, the one I am writing in right now?]

[Binding condition: life index reaches 200 (Current life index: 87)]

[Binding method: Blood refining method]

[Basic plan to increase life index to 200: Daily extreme physical training, details of the plan... intake of high-energy, high-protein, and specific Chinese medicine... daily persistence in specific breathing techniques...]

[Blood refining method: Requires life index to reach 200, using blood from the tip of one's own tongue as a guide, supplemented by specific mental imprints, to construct a soul contract... specific steps and precautions...]

The amount of information was huge, but it was well-organized and easy to understand at a glance.

"You have to eat one bite at a time. Solve the biggest hidden danger first, then consider the others!"

[What happens after tearing off the notebook paper?]

[It will regrow]

As expected!

He Ming breathed a sigh of relief. This way, he didn't need to consider the problem of copying.

After tearing off the useful content, He Ming felt troubled holding the notebook. To be honest, his rented room was not safe.

"Must solve the safety problem first!"

He Ming opened his phone to check his balance.

"It's cleaner than my face."

He opened the notebook again and wrote quickly.

[Are there any scratch-off lottery tickets at nearby lottery stations that can win a big prize? The prize amount should not be less than 2000 and not more than 10000.]

He Ming deliberately limited the amount. Anything over ten thousand would require going to the Welfare Lottery Center to claim the prize, which was troublesome and could attract unnecessary attention.

As for a million-dollar jackpot?

With his small physique, he was afraid he wouldn't live to spend it.

The handwriting disappeared, and the notebook quickly gave a response.

[1: No. 178 Huayi Road, Minhang District [Welfare Lottery Xinwang Station], third row on the left of the counter, 20 yuan denomination [Penalty Shootout], second layer from the bottom, third ticket, prize amount: 5000 yuan]

[2: Side door of Fenda Plaza, Qiaonan Street, Xuhui District [Lucky Lottery Bar], bottom layer of the display cabinet, 10 yuan denomination [Good Luck One Hundred Times], the whole book is unopened, seventeenth ticket, prize amount: 4000 yuan]

[3: Third store on the left of the East Gate of Ruizhen Community, Qianjiang Road, Puhua New District [Yida Lottery], third counter from the left, 30 yuan denomination [Wealth and Prosperity], fifth layer, sixteenth ticket, prize amount: 3000 yuan]

...

Counting roughly, there were no less than a hundred pieces of information.

Looking at the outrageous nanny-level guide, He Ming felt settled.

How was this any different from a wall-hack?

Next was the problem of hiding the notebook.

It was naturally impossible to keep such an important thing at home.

He Ming looked around, thought about it, and finally made a decision.

He found a clean plastic bag, wrapped the notebook tightly, and stuffed it into his underwear, close to his tailbone.

The cold touch made He Ming shiver, but the sense of security in his heart was full.

He adjusted his posture, confirmed that there would be no obvious abnormality when walking and that it wouldn't fall out, and then put on his coat and went out.

"Action!"

He Ming's heart was not calm, and his heart was pounding.

He first took the subway to the Puhua District, which was farthest from his home.

Entering [Yimin Lottery], He Ming pretended to look around casually. Following the notebook's instructions, he found the first target, [Wealth and Prosperity].

"Boss, I want the whole book. I'll pay after scratching."

"Okay."

When saying this, the boss glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, as if reminding He Ming.

Coming to the corner, when he scratched the 3000 yuan prize, He Ming's heart jumped!

That's right, not a single cent off!

He was not in a hurry. Until he finished scratching the whole book, he then brought the winning tickets to the counter.

The boss skillfully verified them one by one with a scanner. When he scanned the 3000 grand prize, his eyebrows jumped slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Young man, you're lucky. Deducting the 900 yuan for the whole book, it's 2600 in total. Scan or cash?"

"Scan it."

He Ming chuckled. After getting the money, he didn't linger and turned to go to the next target.

After tossing and turning in several places, he gathered ten thousand yuan, and He Ming took a taxi to the computer mall.

After wandering around at will, he finally found his target, a [Developer] specialty store.

"Give me a laptop. I want development tools that are easy for beginners to get started with."