Luo Han had fallen into a dilemma. Force was like strength itself—it could be transferred. A punch landing on a rock naturally transmitted force into it, and if the rock could not withstand it, it shattered.
But aura was different. For example, an author might get completely hyped while writing their own novel, yet no matter how readers looked at it, they could not get hyped themselves. In the end, the author could only entertain himself.
Being hyped, like happiness or affection, was an emotion. It could not be transmitted directly, only spread to others at most.
"Ugh! This is a difficult problem. How do I solve it?" Luo Han sighed. In the end, he decided not to think about it for now. Once they returned to Warship Island, he would test some of his ideas and see whether they worked.
He stood up and stretched, only to be startled when he turned around. "What are you doing?"
Luo Han looked utterly confused. Sister Shaku and the other women were looking at him like they were concerned for a mentally challenged child. What did that mean?
"Nothing. If there's something you can't get over next time, you can talk to your big sister!" Sister Shaku flashed him a charming smile, withdrew her concerned gaze, waved her hand, and returned to the cabin.
Aixi and Sola both sighed. After giving Luo Han one last look, they turned around and went to prepare dinner.
What was wrong with all of them? Did I do something? Question marks practically popped up over Luo Han's head.
At that moment, Tian Yue Shi walked up to Luo Han with a shy expression. Fidgeting, she whispered, "Luo Han, you don't need to blame yourself, and you definitely don't need to slap yourself. I've already forgiven you.