The Chip's Function

Roland fell silent for a long time. It seemed that after this transmigration, the Nuwa Chip had been affected far more than he had imagined. Conversations like this had been almost nonexistent in his previous life. After all, Nuwa had only been a Semi-Intelligent Chip, not a true intelligent chip.

Roland did not know whether this change was good or bad. But in this strange and dangerous world, the Nuwa Chip had become his greatest source of support. Her companionship had also greatly eased the oppressive anxiety and restlessness that had plagued his mind.

Therefore, no matter what changes the Nuwa Chip might undergo in the future, Roland would not abandon her. Besides, he was not capable of doing so now.

"Nuwa, how do I store Mental Power?"

"Master, you only need to inject your Mental Power into my body. However, my current storage limit is approximately 2 points of Mental Power."

"Alright." Roland nodded lightly.

He then closed his eyes. Over the past half month, through his research, Roland had gained a deeper understanding of the Nuwa Chip within his mind.

In his previous life, the Nuwa Semi-Intelligent Chip had been a fingernail-sized white crystalline object implanted at the back of his head.

But after transmigrating, the Nuwa Semi-Intelligent Chip had transformed into a round ball of white light. Its physical form seemed to be slowly changing from something tangible into something illusory. It now rested deep within his mind, yet did not hinder his brain's functioning in the slightest.

Perhaps it was precisely this miraculous change that had greatly improved the Nuwa Chip's intelligence.

Under Roland's control, his Mental Power flowed like a tide, slowly pouring into the white light formed by the Chip.

Only when Roland's Mental Power had fallen from 3.6 points to 2 points did he gradually stop. To prevent a lack of Mental Power from affecting his condition during the upcoming potion refining, Roland did not fill the Chip to its limit.

After all, refining a Tier 1 Magic Potion did not require much Mental Power. Even 1.6 points was enough for two refining attempts.

After readjusting his state, Roland took out another set of materials for refining a Tier 1 Fire Element Resonance Potion. This was also the last set of materials left behind by the original owner for refining Tier 1 Magic Potions.

"Nuwa, get ready. We're starting."

"Received, Master."

He ignited the Magic Flame, purified the materials, and began the fusion.

With the Chip's assistance, Roland no longer needed to split his focus. He only had to concentrate entirely on adding the various materials, making the whole experiment incredibly simple.

Compared to humans, Chips were undoubtedly far superior when it came to stability and endurance.

Under her control, the Mental Power remained completely steady without the slightest fluctuation, and its duration far exceeded Roland's own.

In less than ten minutes, a bottle of crimson Tier 1 Spirit Resonance Potion appeared in Roland's hand.

"Nuwa, can I kiss you?" Roland could barely contain his joy as he looked at the thick crimson liquid inside the Crystal Vial.

"I refuse."

"You say that as if I could actually kiss you." Roland curled his lips disdainfully at being rejected.

"Anything is possible."

"Fine, you win. Show me the process of the successful potion refinement just now."

"Alright, Master."

Roland carefully reviewed the entire process of refining the Magic Potion again and could not help letting out a soft breath.

Based on that successful experience, the most difficult stage of potion refining—the injection of Mental Power—would become incredibly easy for Roland from now on with the Chip's help.

That also meant that, from now on, as long as Roland could complete every step accurately, his success rate in refining potions might reach one hundred percent.

Of course, that was only a theoretical figure. Tier 1 Magic Potions were simply too easy to refine. As the potion grades increased in the future, more and more factors would affect the success rate.

For example, the extraction and purification of high-grade materials, the fusion of ten or even dozens of ingredients, and the handling of certain rare materials that required specialized refining methods would all affect a potion's success rate.

But no matter what, with the Chip's help, Roland's path as a potion master would be far smoother.

The more Roland thought about it, the happier he became. Then he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked the Chip, "Nuwa, since you can store Mental Power, can you cast magic in my place?"

"No!"

"You can't? That makes sense. Casting magic requires an interaction between Mental Power and Mana. You only have Mental Power and can't control the Mana in my body. Does that also mean you can't meditate in my place?" Roland rubbed his chin lightly, somewhat disappointed.

"Yes, Master." Nuwa was deeply disgusted by her Master's desire to turn her completely into 007.

"Then can the Mental Power stored inside you be transferred back to me to replenish my Mental Power consumption?" Roland still wanted to develop more functions for the Chip.

"Insufficient experimental data. Unable to answer."

Roland's face immediately lit up. There was hope.

"Nuwa, inject Mental Power into me at the lowest speed." Roland immediately began experimenting.

"Received, Master."

Under Nuwa's control, the ball of white light formed by the Chip slowly began injecting Mental Power into Roland's mind again.

"Nuwa, increase the injection speed." Roland absorbed the Mental Power emerging from the Chip as he gave the order.

"Received, Master."

"Faster."

"Yes."

After several repeated experiments, Roland gained a deeper understanding of the Chip's ability to store Mental Power.

The Chip could store up to 2 points of Roland's Mental Power. It could be used for the Chip's daily needs without consuming Roland's Mental Power, and the stored Mental Power could also be injected back into Roland's body.

However, Roland needed to absorb that now ownerless Mental Power again. Since it came from the same source, Roland absorbed it very quickly. It took roughly half an hour to absorb the 2 points of Mental Power stored inside the Chip. However, there seemed to be losses during the transfer process, so after the absorption was complete, Roland could only recover around 1.8 points of Mental Power.

Even so, the Chip's storage function was incredibly powerful. It meant Roland carried a mana potion with him at all times, and this mana potion could be used repeatedly.

This result made Roland incomparably happy, even happier than when he had just successfully refined a Tier 1 Magic Potion.

However, it was already getting late, and Roland's Mental Power had reached its limit after the several experiments. So he ended his work for the day and returned to the first floor.

"Young Master, were you injured in another experiment?" Old Nob, who had been waiting in the living room, hurriedly asked with concern when he saw Roland emerge from the basement.

"Haha, it's nothing." Roland, in a wonderful mood, waved it off carelessly.

"Young Master..."

"Grandpa Nob, prepare some bathwater for me, then make dinner. I'm hungry." Roland had no desire to keep listening to Old Nob's nagging, so he directly interrupted him.

"Yes, Young Master. I'll go right away." Hearing this, Old Nob gave up on trying to persuade him further and quickly went to prepare what Roland needed.

It had to be said that although Old Nob was old, he was still an excellent servant.

Within minutes of Roland's request, he had prepared a tub of steaming hot water and all kinds of washing supplies.

By the time Roland finished his refreshing bath, a lavish dinner had already been laid out before him.

A day of potion refining had left Roland starving, so he did not stand on ceremony with Old Nob. He sat down at once and began devouring the meal.

Old Nob stood behind Roland with a gentle expression, holding a spotless napkin and occasionally wiping away food scraps from the corner of Roland's mouth.

Roland had long since grown accustomed to such service. It was not as though he had never refused before, but each time Old Nob readily agreed, only to do the same thing again next time. Eventually, Roland gave up resisting.

Of course, Roland could not help thinking that if Old Nob were replaced by a young beauty, the experience might be even better.

After dinner, Roland ignored the fact that night had only just fallen outside and returned directly to his bedroom.

As the eastern pearl of the Terra Kingdom, Highland City remained far more prosperous than other cities even at night, especially Farul Street, the heart of the Western District.

Under the illumination of Magic Lamps, the entire street looked as bright as day. Countless adventurers who had worked hard all day poured into the streets, crazily venting the desires hidden deep within their hearts.

Shops, taverns, and even pleasure houses rang with noise everywhere. Countless people drank freely, and laughter rose and fell without pause. Naturally, there was no shortage of sudden conflicts either, drawing bursts of cheers from the crowds and adding a touch of excitement to their exhausting day.

But none of that had anything to do with Roland.

Having only just arrived in this world, he already bore immense pressure on his shoulders, leaving him with no mood for pleasure and entertainment.

Especially after today's success in potion refining, he had only one thought left: make money and grow stronger.

Whether Roland could successfully gain a foothold in the Sea of Ten Thousand Islands three months from now depended on how much foundation he could build through potion making during those three months.

Therefore, Roland went to bed early, using sleep to speed up the recovery of his Mental Power in preparation for tomorrow's potion refining work.