This is so interesting.
Fu Qingjun felt like he was a Puppet Master, controlling small puppets with strands of hair.
A bold thought suddenly popped into his head.
What if he could insert his hair into a living person’s brain?
But he quickly shook his head.
That would be too dangerous.
His soul mutation ability was not yet clear, and if he accidentally blew up soone’s head or caused so ntal illness, it would be troubleso.
"However, my ability seems to be gradually getting clearer."
Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, glanced in the direction of the house where the older sister next door had just left,
"The brain soul is undergoing a special qualitative change, and hair can actually beco a conduit, capable of transmitting so kind of soul essence to the brains of other creatures. And what is this power, Soul Power? Spiritual Power? Vitality?"
"When a human soul stacks to a certain extent, is it really this special?"
Fu Qingjun felt that the soul of life was truly mysterious.
He was deeply engrossed in his research, unable to extricate himself, but soon his stomach growled with hunger. He rubbed his stomach and continued to cook, "The hunger cos so fast, like frantically running, consuming energy calories significantly, given that the brain expends too much."
"But I just drove away the neighbor; although I’m new here, I still need to thoroughly handle my identity issues."
After finishing his al, it had already completely turned night outside, and everything was pitch black as he continuously organized the various events of the day.
"A day without reincarnation is truly nice."
He glanced at the corpse, feeling that he simply couldn’t drag it.
His small arms and legs, with night burying the body posing too many risks and low success rate, despite having reincarnated for seventeen years, he audaciously and calmly resud researching the utility of hair.
Continuing to stay secluded. Soon, Fu Qingjun continuously controlled the top war and sat at the table playing auto chess. In the era without computers, he surprisingly found the joy of video gas.
And after several hours of control, with slow transmission and polishing, it seed to have been transmitted to and squeezed the ultimate limit of creatures like ants.
However, intelligence could not be birthed.
"Is this all there is to ants? Is the brain too small to beco enlightened?"
Fu Qingjun pondered, planning to continue gently probing the limits of an ant to see if a breakthrough was possible.
Bang!
The ant exploded on the spot.
"Their brains are just too small; they have reached the developntal limit. No matter how much output, it can’t have wisdom."
Fu Qingjun felt speechless and threw the ant on the table, scattering a handful of white rice.
He glanced at the old fashioned alarm clock; it was already past eleven at night.
"On the first night in this new world outside, ti to sleep; tomorrow, I will research the corpse in the house and figure out how to deal with the neighbors and various social circles."
He lay directly on the hard wooden bed, his head dizzy, and promptly fell asleep.
That night, he still had a dream.
He dreamt of himself as a lofty deity overlooking the earth, with impossibly long strands of hair piercing the earth from the vast void of the sky.
Like sacred ancient willow branches slowly hanging down, regarded as sky totem poles, supporting the columns of the Celestial Realm.
Countless primal black shadow life forms below were chanting, worshiping the unknown void deity of the sky, calling out His honorable na.
He taught them to build castles, to begin constructing tribes, and primitive gardens started to appear.
"Continue your wars."
The ants continued what Fu Qingjun humorously called the top war.
It was as if he were watching a magnificent war epic civilization film.
Like the age of empires.
Castles, sieges, trebuchets, advancing step by step.
Ant infantry on both sides fought in neat order, and as the battle wore on, they even began to develop tactics, sches, traps, using numbers to surround the few, even evolving an elite cavalry unit...
In the end, one side defeated the other.
A beam of sunlight poured down, a king sat on a throne of sand, seemingly old and decrepit, "I am unwilling, great deity, please give the land’s civilization so hope, please do not abandon your people..."
...
The next morning,
the sunlight shone in through the window, very bright and clear.
Fu Qingjun got up early.
"What you think of during the day, you dream of at night; I dread of that round of auto chess again."
He was shocked to discover his hair had grown to the ground, scattered all around, flourishing. His long, lush black hair encircled his head, spreading like a beautiful sunflower slowly unfurling.
He originally wanted to directly cut off a section of these rampant long hair.
But after thinking it over, longer hair was more convenient for inserting into small insects, so he kept it coiled around his waist, winding it around once,
"Long hair around the waist."
He looked in the mirror.
His spirit was very full; the hair had grown, dark circles had disappeared, and his gaze was deep and resplendent, his eyes extraordinarily beautiful, akin to glazed glass beads, seeming to contain countless cosmic stars.
Where others had black and white pupils, in his eyes, it was as if in color.
"They say eyes are the windows to the soul, but I disagree; perhaps they are the two skylights of the brain... allowing people to see the uniqueness of my soul."
"The woes of being handso."
Fu Qingjun looked again at those ants still crawling mindlessly around the room.
But then sothing even stranger happened.
Fu Qingjun saw on the table beside the bed, this playground for dispatching troops and generals, there were already crude low stone walls, a small city sand fortress, like a small scattered tribe piled up by an ant nest.
The entire pear wood table looked like the ruins of a once-existing barbaric civilization.
Ah this??
Fu Qingjun’s expression changed, and he lowered his head again.
The drawer inside the wooden table had been hollowed out into a staircase corridor, connecting the table surface to the lower drawer.
Inside the drawer stood rows of sawdust and mud houses.
Forming a well-proportioned underground exquisite architecture, like a child’s LEGO castle.
The most striking thing was the sunflower placed at the corner of the wooden table in front of the window, with a dirt seat in the center of its large round flower disk.
Fragnts of golden sunlight sprinkled on the sunflower, facing the bustling street outside window 307.
"Throne of flowers?"
His pupils constricted sharply as he found the corpse of an ant, inexplicably dead of old age, on the seat.
Huh?
Huh?
Could last night’s dream have co true?
Maybe it wasn’t a dream at all?
"Granting life enlightennt, as a giant, creating an ultra-miniature intelligent life Demon Country, I really can do it!" Fu Qingjun breathed rapidly, feeling he had touched upon the supre forbidden field of divinity.
He had been reincarnating in ti and space, and actually manifested so divine miracle-like ability...??
Hahahaha!!!
Fu Qingjun felt imnse joy, laughing wildly.
He was both joyful and sorrowful; after studying 17 years of office worker programr knowledge, it turned out to be useless! Instead, his 17-year receding hairline brought him a surprise!
The world is unpredictable.
But the 17 years of effort still paid off.
"So, last night the ants I used for auto-chess, after I fell asleep, really awakened intelligence and beca demons, and actually fought..."
"But! But it was only one night, how could they build a castle, did they use a speed-up?" He hurriedly searched for those ants.
Only to find the ants still senselessly crawling around, showing no sign of awakened intelligence, as mindless as they were last night.
Hallucination?
No, how to explain this castle???
Fu Qingjun was completely shocked!
He seriously checked the ants once more, a single hair slowly drew out from his waist, turned softly in mid-air, and reinserted into one ant’s brain.
Still showed no sign of wisdom.
The only anomaly was that last night he clearly "charged" their brains before sleeping, and now there was no soul in their minds...
Exhausted?
No power after just one night?
Fu Qingjun simply could not explain it.
"Could it be, their brains are used up?" He studied for a while and could only recharge the ants’ brains again, waiting for another observation.
"However, last night’s top war, a large number of these ants truly died, although those remaining were unconscious, as survivors of the slaughter, they were all strong and sturdy, with shiny black armor, becoming thicker... now it’s like raising Gu insects?"
Isn’t it just like raising Gu?
Letting small creatures fight each other...
Fu Qingjun scratched his head, then studied the mosquitoes, snails, and flies in small bottles, finding the sa situation with their empty minds.
He recharged them all and put them back in the bottles.
"Sowhat absurd." After finishing, he suddenly had a daring thought, having tried everything, he actually forgot about the ancient ship, was it possible to insert into it as well?
Whoosh.
Several hairs softly drew out and pierced into the ancient ship from all directions, and suddenly he faintly felt himself entering the interior of the ancient ship, leaving his mark,
"Am I assimilating the ancient ship?"
He was ecstatic, but as his Spiritual Power flooded in, it felt like tickling, seemingly needing a vast ocean-like amount of spirit.
On the contrary, as the ancient ship seed to unveil a thread of space-ti gap with Spiritual Power, opening a micro-sized space-ti tunnel as small as an ant.
Fu Qingjun instinctively and skillfully inserted himself along the tunnel.
Puff!
A strong stabbing pain ca from the other side!!
Fu Qingjun shrank back in fright, a section of hair scorched instantly, and his entire spiritual power could no longer bear the opening of the tunnel, with the space completely closed.
Fu Qingjun looked at his hair, seeming to realize sothing, "Radiation! Over there is the passage back to Earth...."
It seed ti began to flow.
Over there it was already the next day, August 26th.
If not mistaken, it connected to his room, and the surrounding city area beca a heavily irradiated wasteland, a death forbidden area.
The intense radiation was still extrely thick, destroying any living being trying to cross.
"Spiritual Power, can indeed drive the ancient ship’s journey, with the anchor dropped over there establishing a passage, which ans I can return, not knowing the situation over there yet." Fu Qingjun frowned.
He still worried about his parents and his two masters.
"If sothing could go over there and scout, check the surrounding wasteland environnt, to see if people can be saved in the wasteland, that would be great..."
"However, radiation will cause creatures to deform and mutate." He frowned.
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