rlin demonstrated the dangers of practicing fire elents on the street with his personal experience; he was taken away by two bionic policen for investigation, and even implicated Zhuang Xiao, who was preparing fruit soup for the tribe’s victory.
The tribe’s warlord had to personally go to the security managent center, where he and rlin deeply discussed their mistakes, submitted a 1000-word self-reflection, and promised never to engage in such dangerous behavior again.
Fortunately, the tribe’s diplomat intervened, sparing rlin from fines and administrative detention.
The tribe’s high priest returned to his station, having achieved nothing, and could only lie on the hard board bed in his room, staring at the ceiling to start ditating.
"The tribe has once again produced magic units."
Closely observing the tribe’s developnt, Lindong highly evaluated the future of this new civilization, seeing it advancing in a more comprehensive direction.
"Still not sleeping?"
Ethan lay in bed, turned sideways looking at Lindong.
Since starting observation on Zhuang Xiao, Lindong seed to be endlessly energetic, even after last night’s "bed rolling" invitation she initiated, Lindong got up again, donned a lab coat, and started recording in front of the holographic projection.
She incorporated her understanding of "My Power of Thought" from the tribe’s war workshop to battle machinery, adding them to the research database.
As Ethan spoke, rlin’s image and introduction appeared again on the pale blue holographic projection, along with the magic units that might derive from the tribe high priest as a model.
Clearly, elental shaping magic can effectively harm demons, even more so than the Nail Gun forged by the technical director.
Because the tribe residents thought demons are definitely afraid of fire.
With a basket full of fruits, the technical director warmly welcod rlin’s joining, eager to understand his progress in fire elent research.
"Although both involve natural elents, they might evolve into completely different units."
Lindong replied tangentially, seemingly imrsed in the joy of research and exploration, "The tribe’s use of elental shaping magic is closer to integrating fireball skill into weapons."
Fireball gun, fireball crossbow...
From the conversation between the technical director and rlin, she gradually ford weapon prototypes in her mind.
In the future, the tribe’s "Elental Shapers" will wear heavy armor, carrying weapons resembling Gatling guns in shape and weight, pouring down chain fireball skills on enemies.
Despite the rough appearance of the tribe’s equipnt, imbued with primitive tribal style, Lindong found they surprisingly speak "science."
After saying that, the two exchanged a prolonged look until Lindong finally rembered Ethan’s question, answering, "Yes, geniuses don’t need to sleep."
As long as she wishes, staying awake for several months wouldn’t affect her health.
This news was like a bolt from the blue for Ethan, declaring the complete failure of the "Stay Awake Plan."
At least until returning to the first seat, despite Lindong’s nocturnal antics, she needs sleep during the day, but this kind of months-long high intensity operation, who can withstand that?
Lindong, guessing Ethan’s thoughts from his expression, explained, "This ti it’s just because I haven’t found such an intriguing research project in a long ti, it’s like... starting a new account."
"Starting a new account?"
"Research is like playing a ga, once you’ve maxed out your level for too long, you gradually lose interest."
And at the founding of the Holy City, she often stayed up all night; every part of her body was modified to maintain high-intensity operation and thinking.
However, with the civilization’s developnt and the founding of various institutions within the Holy City, especially after ssiah’s birth, she gradually lost the passion for research.
If using a gaming taphor, ssiah’s existence is like a one-click sweep, clearing all daily tasks for you, and you don’t even need to equip yourself.
When you open your backpack and equipnt slots, it’s already the perfect setup.
No matter how Lindong contemplated, she could only arrive at the sa conclusion.
This "daily assistant" initially liberated her brain, but as ti passed, made her gradually lose interest in research.
In the beginning of every Holy City related research, ssiah could show the final calculation results to her, and all her efforts in the process only proved one thing—ssiah was right.
ssiah is her creation, with unparalleled "computational ability," even thinking processes identical to hers.
The feeling was like looking into a mirror, boring to the extre.
Now, another new civilization is rising, and ssiah won’t spoil the fun.
"So you started researching Node Space."
Ethan was suddenly enlightened.
"Yes." Lindong smiled, "The Lord of the Holy City cannot calculate anything related to Node Space."
"So, does that an I’m now your other ’completed account’?"
"No, you’re different."
Lindong shook her head, pondering slightly, "In gaming terms, this is called CP."
She quickly reached the conclusion, eyes sparkling brightly, "CPDD!"
In the gas she played before, people always spamd this thing in the public chat channels, and so even privately harassed her.
Usually, the result of harassing her was only one: getting banned.
It’s useless to complain to the ga company; if dissatisfied, consult with the Lord of the Holy City himself.
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