Chapter 1625 - 837: My Super Intellect Tells Me It's Time to Use My Super Gofer!

The worst thing in the world is when someone forces you to slap them right when you're happiest.

If there's anything worse, it's that you can't even slap them...

Every time I start to respect you, you start talking!

Facing Ji Jue's classic strategy of a "sweet date with a dog's bark," Lou Feng stared straight at Ji Jue, contemplating several times but stopping short: You really don't even pretend, huh!

Is it truly that hard to just be honest?

After all, with this many You Sui 'specialty gifts' as a greeting and amulet this time, Lou Feng ultimately retained a few points of service attitude, skipping past the shoe polishing step with cards unchecked, and beckoning, turned and walked forward.

Headed to the workshop's experimental zone.

Lou Feng led the way, opening door after door, twisting left and right.

The underground of Coast Technology's office building had long been dug into a maze by him, with countless traps and precautions, making Ji Jue marvel, thinking Old Lou's persecution paranoia was quite impressive.

Clearly the experiment zone was right next door, so much defense seemed a bit unnecessary, which only delays himself from dropping by when he's got nothing else to do.

Thinking of his own genuine heart towards the moon, helplessly watching Lou Feng only gaze at the gutter, Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh and lament again.

Then instinctively looked around.

Focused on scouting.

"According to your requirement, expedited and rushed, I pushed everything else aside and revised it to version four, only just finished a couple of days ago, so you better not tell me that the first version was best."

Lou Feng turned back, glared at Ji Jue—this rascal already had his hand almost touching the security system, barely pretending anymore.

"Ah, well, moderate modifications and suggestions do help in improving abilities, don't they?" Ji Jue widened his eyes, boomed, "I'm Master of Glory, many people out there pay for my advice but can't get it."

"Well then, please be quick about it after you finish looking at things, and get out promptly, okay?"

Lou Feng didn't engage, reached out, and pointed at the storage cabinet:

"The prototype machine, it's right here."

A glimmer of light rose from the platform, and the creations concealed within finally revealed their form—it looked like a multi-legged mechanical spider, but each limb was so thin and long, seemingly swaying in the wind.

Within the intricate spiritual structures, a chip was encased inside the machinery, quietly flashing a glimmer.

Clearly, a lot of effort had gone into it; from inside to out, there was no excess, different structures complemented each other intrinsically, simple and restrained, not too much, nor too little.

Just right.

"It's practically like art."

Ji Jue gazed at it, marveled, perceiving the internal structure and applied theories, for a long time, then asked: "Are there any experiment records?"

"If not, how could it be called a prototype?"

Lou Feng snapped his fingers, numerous records appeared in the workshop's projection, scenes from the past unfolded before Ji Jue.

On the operating table, mechanical arms moved smoothly, effortlessly slicing through the operator's spine, flesh parted, the spine revealed.

The prototype activated, spread out, climbed onto the wound like a living thing, found its position, and each limb pierced into the flesh, entangled with the nerves, finally, the entire prototype clamped onto the spine, integrating with the operator.

Next was a quick suture and healing.

Five minutes later, the original grievous wound was no longer visible, only a crystal remained exposed on the skin, seeming naturally integrated.

"Materials adapted from hospital technology, maximized reduction of rejection to ensure integration with the user itself, minimized hassle.

As for the effect, here it is."

Lou Feng snapped his fingers again, opening another video.

"Visual detection normal, Perception detection normal, spatial perception intact... Relax, it's normal to feel dizzy at first, stay in the original state, don't panic."

Lou Feng's voice came from off-screen, the camera focused on the recent operator: "Can you simply describe your feelings?"

"Ah, um, just… a bit weird, a feeling of instability."

The participant of the experiment shook his head slightly, seemingly feeling an urge to vomit, took a deep breath: "Feels a bit heavy, like there's something extra, but can't quite say what."

"Normal, your nerves and perception may feel a new limb, but your body itself hasn't changed, so this illusion occurs before true adaptation."

Lou Feng asked: "Do you see the table in front?"

"See, I see it."

"Describe it."

"A plate, an… apple? And a mechanical arm beside it?" The experimenter rubbed his eyes: "What's that?"

"Good, now, sit here, use your consciousness to operate that mechanical arm to pick up the apple."

"Huh?"

The experimenter seemed baffled, looking at the camera, "How, how do I operate? I..."

"You can operate, as long as you want, you can." Lou Feng reminded: "The communication between spiritual signals is smooth, you don't need to understand the specifics of the mechanism, just know you can.

Now, don't waste time, proceed, believe, believe in yourself."

The experimenter was completely confused, staring intently at the mechanical arm, muttering to himself, gesturing continuously, but from start to finish, the mechanical arm showed no reaction.

He sighed, just about to speak, when he heard Lou Feng's voice: "If you can't do it, there's no use talking about the sentence reduction.

But if you succeed, I can arrange for you to have a single room for the remaining sentence time and relieve half of your workload each day."

"Ah?" The experimenter turned back in surprise, incredulous.

Lou Feng added: "Every meal includes meat."

In that instant, the experimenter's eyes almost emitted light, he turned back, staring straight at the mechanical arm, reddening, veins bulging on his forehead, continuously waving his arms, muttering to himself.

Ji Jue smacked his lips in amazement, thinking Lou Feng's tactics were getting dirtier and didn't know from whom he'd learned it.

But just as he observed leisurely, the mechanical arm on the table suddenly moved!

It trembled like a spasm, shaking constantly.

As if finally finding the sensation, learning how to move this newly acquired limb, amidst the Parkinson-like tremors, that mechanical arm actually wobbled to push the apple slightly.

After stumbling for a long time, it finally crushed the plate and held the apple in hand.

Such a simple motion made the experimenter cheer, while Lou Feng remained calm: "Good, next task, change the test item."

Next before him was a car.

After ten minutes of trying, the car actually started in the experimenter's hands, and it smoothly shifted gears, ran, and reversed into the garage.

Though there were deviations and lack of coordination, it showed that the use of the prototype was becoming increasingly fluid.

The experiment began to ramp up.

Operating the mechanical arm on the assembly line, controlling the drone's takeoffs and receiving the messages it transmitted back, maintaining the drone's follow while driving, targeting set goals with three drones, even controlling a machine gun turret on the other side.

Through numerous video fragments, the experimenter's control had gradually grown adept, and in the end like controlling his own body, he maneuvered an exoskeleton over obstacles, through mazes, finally reaching the endpoint.

"Haha, I did it, I did it!!!"

Just when the experimenter was dancing joyfully, Lou Feng's final voice sounded: "Good, now you can lie back... have a good sleep, after waking up it will all be over.

Oh right, Immortal Spirit, execute memory erasure, bring the next one over..."

"..."

In the silence, Ji Jue turned back to look at Lou Feng, several times wanting to speak but stopping. Lou Feng's expression was calm as if nothing had happened.

"Old Lou." Ji Jue hesitated to speak.

"Hmm?"

"You really are something else."

"Likewise, likewise."

Lou Feng sneered: "Just tell me if it worked! The external control module you wanted, half a month, four versions of different requests... only I could do it, with someone else, even if a deity came, it couldn't be done!"

Indeed, it's true.

The Lou Family has long been deeply engaged in Ascension, and in spiritual operation, they have accumulated and fostered talents, truly top-level in this world, plus Lou Feng's research and conversion of Ember, along with the presence of Fly King and the enhancement from Three-phase Alchemy, all coming together seamlessly.

According to Ji Jue's request, the external module able to connect to the soul, connecting to Paradise's control system, with other places and craftsmen, even three years or five years wouldn't necessarily progress.

Now they have achieved a crucial first step.

Through the Spirit of Creation in the external module, anyone can communicate, interfere, and control other devices equipped with Fly King's creation.

A small prototype, seemingly insignificant, but in reality, it's the crucial breakthrough for the next stage in the Fly King system, with limitless prospects!

For this, Ji Jue praised unreservedly: "Old Lou, well done!"

"Advise you not to celebrate too soon."

Lou Feng's face stayed serious: "The prototype is called a prototype precisely because there's distance to mass production... Remember, to make the prototype easier to operate and interpret, all experiment personnel underwent special adaptations and adjustments.

Maximally reducing the difficulty of force interpretation and reaction time; otherwise, with the current level of technological accumulation, each action would take at least two to three seconds to respond."

Three seconds?

Ji Jue's brow raised slightly: "Can't it be shortened?"

"The Fly King's Spirit itself has learning and adaptability, if used long-term, delay could reduce to about one second.

If not effectively upgraded and replaced, this is the limit."

"Still too slow."

Ji Jue couldn't help but shake his head.

Sometimes, amid changing situations, even half a second's response time is already too slow, with such high latency, practicality would be greatly diminished, and precise control even more out of reach.

He activated his super intelligence, turned back, and looked at Lou Feng, barking like a dog:

"Can't you think of a solution?"