Technical Bottleneck

"This is a mid-term plan, we can discuss it later."

He took out a bottle and began to gaze into it.

Recently, his mental power had been growing stronger every day, the time spent gazing at the [Awakening] was shortening, and the number of Vassal units he could control had increased.

His current plan was to create a second [Integrated Consciousness] within this bottle, besides the Dragon.

That's right.

He planned to give this [Elf Clone] a consciousness!

"That fat Dragon took me a week to unify its consciousness. My second Vassal, with twenty minutes of gazing each day, should be ready in about a week."

Li Qing pondered, "One Vassal a week. I wonder how lucky I'll be this time?"

This [Awakening] was like drawing a card.

The Emperor of Atabia, an SSR that only appeared after trillions of lives, was incredibly powerful. He immediately built the Tower of Babel, intending to break the Crystal Wall and slay God.

If he hadn't been born in the wrong era, unable to overcome so many technological barriers across civilizations, he might have truly transformed into the Hulk and smashed through Tempered Glass to destroy my own head.

I've benefited from humanity's technological development up to this point.

Tempered Glass is still formidable.

And Atabia was so powerful because he benefited from seventeen trillion draws. No matter how unlucky you are, if you spend enough, you'll eventually get good things.

However.

Li Qing's method was to risk his life.

Seventeen trillion draws were already difficult to control. If he drew a hundred trillion, and a few monstrously powerful individuals appeared, I'd probably be finished.

He didn't dare.

Even if he drew, he would do it slowly, replenishing the population bit by bit. A small population was controllable.

Besides, now.

My Integrated Consciousness is considered a single draw. Although it's a higher-level method of drawing for Integrated Consciousness, it's still hard to get good things with just one or two draws.

That fat Dragon, in terms of talent and wisdom, was at most an R card, very ordinary. It just ate and slept, with a simple personality, like a dog.

Its intelligence was that of an average person.

After all, most lives are born very ordinary.

"That Dragon is a mascot, it's good that it's simple. It just lies in the Holy See every day, eating and sleeping, like God walking among mortals. But I hope this time it'll be better."

Li Qing didn't have high expectations for this draw.

Swish, swish, swish!

He began his daily twenty minutes of gazing.

And started the prenatal education:

"You are from the Ancient Elven Race... an Elf Saintess, from the [Otherworld]."

"You lost your memory after being attacked by the Blood Race, almost all your abilities are gone, and your body is weaker than an ordinary human's. You get winded after walking a few steps."

"But you still have various elven vitality toxins scattered in the air to protect yourself. Ordinary people are not a significant threat to you. Small-caliber firearms cannot kill you, and anyone who gets close will be inflicted with paralysis toxins."

"You accidentally traveled through a spatial rift and arrived in this strange modern world. You are vaguely hearing the Divine Oracle, following the will of the Lord, guiding you on the right path..."

This was called setting the birth.

Once this mind was implanted into the elf's body, the elf wouldn't even know who their true self was. They would truly believe they were a transmigrator from another world. This was exactly what Li Qing wanted.

He, the God of Light, could descend Divine Oracles into its mind at any time, or even directly possess and control it.

To deceive those people, I first need to deceive my own Vassal, making it truly believe it's from another world.

My safety is always the top priority.

After completing the daily twenty minutes of gazing, Li Qing, for a rare change, relaxed and went for a walk on the street.

In the evening, he met up with some international student friends.

Most of his friends were also studying medicine.

Several of them were even psychiatrists, which were part of his network and connections.

That Doraemon was one of them; he was already guaranteed a position at the school.

He was working as a researcher in a professor's lab, doing quite well, much better than his own internship at the psychiatric hospital.

The most gratifying thing was that there were no women there to influence him, so he could drink heartily and chat about everyone's recent random affairs.

In the following days.

Besides contacting his friends, Li Qing also chatted with Susannie, living a fulfilling life.

The civilization in the laboratory was also advancing steadily, day by day.

On the fifth day.

After his daily twenty minutes of gazing, Li Qing glanced at the result.

The initial cancer treatment technology is complete.

However, this technology requires the subject's DNA for a large amount of compilation and analysis. Only then can personalized live bacterial agents be produced, which are then applied to the cancerous lesion to enter the body and kill the cancer cells.

These bacteria have a lifespan of only one day, are locked in, and have no intelligence. They die after killing the cancer cells.

It's troublesome, but it's a success.

The only regret is:

It can only treat early and mid-stage cancers.

Late-stage treatment depends on the severity.

For example, stomach cancer, is it just a matter of killing cancer cells? You'd have to rebuild the stomach for them!

This involves another technology: cell cloning.

"The progress is decent. This civilization's bio-engineering technology is advancing by leaps and bounds."

Li Qing felt pretty good about it.

It's just that their other Tower of Babel technology is a bit of a mess.

They had a ready-made basic framework left by Atabia, with construction data for various projects. Forget simple improvements, they couldn't even replicate or rebuild a miraculous creation like the Tower of Babel.

Li Qing found it understandable. After all, a powerhouse is important.

He waited!

He waited another week.

As a result, his second integrated consciousness emerged.

"Ah~ Where is this!~ I remember I was the saintess of the Elven Race, attacked by enemies and fell into a dimensional rift. Now I'm traversing through space and time... "

"Wuwuwu!~~ Elven God~ Where am I~~"

Great.

They haven't even finished creating her body yet, and her mind is still stuck in the [rift traversal]!

Why were they so fierce when they attacked him, building a Tower of Babel in a week and preparing to slaughter gods, but now they're ten times weaker after whitewashing?

"This is probably the importance of a leader."

"Without a truly monstrous, heaven-defying leader to guide the team, these people just bicker and argue, none of them willing to yield to the others. The gap is obvious."

Li Qing got a headache.

He could only continue to deceive the integrated consciousness of the elf in the glass bottle, keeping it in the dark and isolated from the world, psychologically suggesting that it was still traversing a space-time tunnel.

He lied to it with a clear conscience: it's normal for the world traversal to be so dark and take so long.

"Hasn't this elf project perhaps bitten off more than it can chew and gotten stuck?"

Li Qing, questioning his own life, began to ponder:

"After all, without a powerhouse like Atabia, their speed isn't exactly slow. They do make changes every week."

"I was expecting too much based on Atabia's pace."

He couldn't rush this.

Anyway, Li Qing found that he wasn't too poor anymore.

Because this morning, he realized that half a month had passed.

A new month had arrived.

It was payday, and he received a large sum of money from video revenue.

Those two videos had truly gone viral, with a combined viewership of over thirty million on YouTube and Bilibili.

Donations made up the bulk of it, netting him over 50,000 yuan. Coupled with the scattered income from various YouTubers asking for authorization, he had accumulated another 100,000 yuan.

"Life is pretty good."

Li Qing sat in front of his computer.

"As expected, my Elven Race is still a distant prospect, facing various obstacles and limited by their technical capabilities. This is what can hold me over for now."

He glanced at the comments and bullet messages.

[Wuwuwu! Episode 3, where is Episode 3.]

[Ten thousand people begging for Episode 3. The mysterious white tower in R'lyeh has already been built several stories high, its spine stretching upwards. The next episode will probably be the revival of an Evil God.]

[Hurry up, we're waiting for you to get to the main part!]

Li Qing just casually scanned them, pondering whether to release the third episode.