I Hate Systems

Chapter 850: From CC, By CC, For CC

The minds of all Secret Society members were connected. But in this Dreamland, this function was inhibited to the limit, preventing them from doing that.

And, all the information regarding Compass Carburettor, his character, mind, power, etc. were all coded within the genetics that formed their framework. After all, they were grown from his virus cell.

But, if they were just clones of him, Compass Carburettor would only gain an army. He didn’t want that at the moment. Therefore, he installed this inhibition.

At the side of the mountain was a lizard, its weak eyes focusing on the figure of a mosquito hidden amidst the leaves of a shrub. It possessed the same intelligence as Compass Carburettor, but its memory was almost a blank slate, only being filled with what it had experienced from birth.

The memory trove inbuilt into its virus cell had yet to be accessed. The lizard’s senses sharpened as it entered a heightened state of being, watching time slow down to a crawl around it as its tongue shot forth like lightning and aimed at the mosquito.

But of course, the mosquito too was as intelligent as Compass Carburettor. Therefore, it was able to evade the attack.

It normally wouldn’t have been possible, but at that moment, when death stared at its face, the mind of the mosquito went into overdrive, slamming into the walls of the blank slate as suddenly, a barrier of sorts seemed to have shattered, causing a stream of memories to flow into it.

This information was entirely related to mosquitoes, sourced from all sorts of worlds out there. In its heightened senses, its body gradually tapped into this potential, rapidly morphing the way it flapped its wings and craned its body, for a moment seemingly vanishing from its spot to appear a couple of centimetres away.

Thereby, it evaded the lizard’s attack and survived. Though, immediately after, the influx of information stopped as the mosquito flew away, heading deeper into the shrub before landing on a fruit.

It pierced its mouthpart into the fruit, sucking in a bit of the fruit juice, for a moment sensing information regarding how the fruit grew, its chemical composition, its physical condition, etc.

At that moment, the mosquito tapped into the genetic information present within the fruit’s juice.

Compass Carburettor had imitated biological life here, but forming their fundamental core—DNA—were the Mental Fragments that he had modified through the power of Tell-Tale.

In the Dreamland, every living being lived their daily lives, appearing no different to the species on Earth. They didn’t possess any supernatural powers. But there was one difference.

They were capable of accessing information from their surroundings. And sometimes, they were even able to communicate with others on a fundamental level.

Of course, both only happened in special conditions. And when it happened, the individual surpassed their peers during that duration.

From a pebble on the road to the biggest of buildings, from the tiniest of bacteria to the largest of mammals, and even the ground and the stars seen in the sky were each a Secret Society member, just that they were unaware of that and continued with their lives.

This was Compass Carburettor’s Dreamland.

What did this achieve, you ask?

Mental Energy!

Every single entity in this Dreamland was a Secret Society member—a Compass Carburettor. But, they weren’t aware of that and lived diverse lives like the living beings in any world. And hence, they generated a variety of Mental Energy.

But, unlike foreign Mental Energy, this was all his—Compass Carburettor’s. Therefore, when he harnessed this power, the efficiency in usage was the maximum, not to mention the amplification of potency by his Mental Strength.

Moreover, the most obvious result was this: His powers could no longer be stolen by others.

Everything he gains was sourced from himself, from his virus cells. The gains would be distributed to his virus cells that had the property of eliminating any and all foreign matter. His Punisher Lightning had been integrated into his genetic code.

This was the sole moto he abided by now in terms of his power: From Compass Carburettor, by Compass Carburettor, and for Compass Carburettor.

This further reinforced his influence over his power. That was why, once he woke up, he asked for Gehera to steal his power.

And the moment she failed to do so, he was reinforced by the belief that his power couldn’t be stolen anymore.

It had to be noted that even though it was only a fragment, using her trump card, Gehera was able to steal from even the Regression System, a Grade 4 System that formed the peak of the multiverse.

And over the past seventy-five years, she had continued to improve her power, having already reached a terrifying level of strength. Just the fact that her base physique was beyond what humans were capable of attaining was a testament to the fact that she derived a means of power that could permanently reinforce her and not vanish after one use like her totems.

So, when even Gehera was unable to steal his power or even display an indication of her attempt over influencing his power, Compass Carburettor was assured that no Grade 2 System would be able to steal his power.

And as long as he continues to improve himself, he would grow stronger. ‘The next time we meet, I’ll give you a good return, along with the accumulated interest, Arnark.’

He then entered an ATM, intending to withdraw some cash to play in an arcade later, thinking of the sensation he experienced while eating the ice cream.

At that moment, those in his Dreamland that were eating ice cream and missed their family experienced a deeper connection where they were able to sense the thoughts of each other, feel their emotions, and amplify the mental faculties of each other to a deeper level.

And when this happens with Compass Carburettor too, it would result in a phenomenon he termed, ‘The Resonance’.

At that moment, the Mental Energy and Mental Strength of each would combine to clash with one another, resulting in a star, an insane condensation of power that was hundreds of times more potent than Mental Energy, and of course, the trump card he was accumulating.

Psyche Star!