Technical Bottleneck

"This plan is a mid-term one. We'll have to talk about it later."

He took out a bottle and began gazing into it.

His mental power had been growing stronger every day lately. The time needed for [Awakening] had been shortening, and the number of subordinate troops he could control had also increased.

What he planned to do now was create a second [Integrated Consciousness] in this bottle, separate from the dragon.

That was right.

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

"That Fat Dragon took me a whole week to unify its consciousness. For my second subordinate, twenty minutes of gazing every day should be enough to finish it in about a week."

Li Qing began pondering. "One subordinate every week. I just wonder how my luck will be this time."

This [Awakening] was like drawing cards.

Among the trillions of lives before, the Emperor of Atabia had been an SSR with terrifying potential. The moment he appeared, he built the Tower of Babel and tried to break through the Crystal Wall and become a Godslayer.

If he hadn't been born in the wrong era and been unable to cross the technological barriers between so many civilizations in one breath, he might really have transformed into the Hulk, smashed through Tempered Glass, and come out to beat his own head in.

Li Qing had merely taken advantage of all the technological civilizations humanity had developed up to now.

Tempered Glass was still formidable.

And the reason Atabia had been so powerful was that he had benefited from a single draw out of one hundred and seventy million billion possibilities. Even the unluckiest player would eventually get something good after spending heavily.

Only—

Li Qing's method was spending lives.

Drawing from seventeen trillion had already been somewhat difficult to control. If he drew from one hundred trillion and several heaven-defying monsters emerged, he would probably really be doomed.

He didn't dare draw.

Even if he did, he would draw little by little while slowly replenishing the population. With a smaller population, things would remain under control.

Besides, what he was doing now—

Creating an Integrated Consciousness was equivalent to a single draw. Although it was a more advanced method of drawing Integrated Consciousnesses, it was still difficult to get something good in one or two draws.

In terms of talent and intelligence alone, that Fat Dragon could at most count as an R-card—extremely ordinary. It only knew how to eat and sleep, and its personality was simple, like a dog.

Its intelligence was that of an ordinary person.

After all, most lives were extremely ordinary at birth.

"That dragon is a mascot. It's fine for it to be a little simple-minded. It spends every day sprawled in the church, eating and sleeping, acting as God's emissary in the mortal world. But I hope this time turns out better."

Li Qing didn't have much hope for the draw before him, either.

Crash, crash, crash!

He began his daily twenty minutes of gazing.

He also began the prenatal education:

"You are a member of the Ancient Elven Race... the Elf Saintess, from the [Otherworld]."

"You lost your memory after being attacked by the Blood Race. You've lost almost all your abilities, and your body is even weaker than an ordinary human's. You'll be gasping for breath after walking just a few steps."

"But you still have various living elven toxins scattered through the air to keep you alive. Ordinary people still pose little threat to you. Small-caliber firearms can't kill you, and anyone who comes close will be infected with your paralyzing toxin."

"You accidentally passed through a Spacetime Gap and arrived in this unfamiliar modern world. In some mysterious way, you heard God's will. Following the Lord's will, you were guided toward the correct path..."

This was called setting the birth conditions.

Once he stuffed this mind into the elf's body, the elf wouldn't even know who its true self was. It would genuinely believe that it had crossed over from another world. That was what Li Qing wanted.

As the God of Light, he could descend a Divine Oracle into its mind at any time, or even possess and control it directly.

If he wanted to deceive those people, he first had to deceive his own subordinate and make it truly believe that it was from another world.

His own safety would always come first.

After completing his daily twenty minutes of gazing, Li Qing rarely allowed himself to relax and took a walk outside.

That evening, he got together with several friends who were international students.

Most of his friends were medical students, too.

Several of them were even psychiatrists. They were part of his network and channels.

That Doraemon was one of them. He had already been guaranteed a position at the school.

He was following a professor and supervisor as a researcher in the laboratory and was doing quite well—much better than when he had been interning at the psychiatric hospital.

The happiest part was that there were no girls here who might be affected by him. He could let loose, drink to his heart's content, and chat about the various chaotic happenings in everyone's recent lives.

Over the next few days—

Aside from keeping in touch with his ne'er-do-well friends, Li Qing also chatted with Susannie, and his days passed quite fully.

The civilization in the laboratory was changing with each passing day and developing steadily.

On the fifth day—

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

The cancer treatment technology had been preliminarily completed.

The only problem was that the patient's DNA had to undergo a large-scale process of compilation and analysis before a bacterial living drug could be specifically produced for that person. It would then be applied to the cancerous lesion and enter the body to kill the cancer cells.

These bacteria had a fixed lifespan of only one day and no intelligence. They would die after killing the cancer cells.

It was troublesome, but it had succeeded all the same.

There was only one regret:

It could treat only early- and mid-stage cases.

For late-stage cases, it depended on the severity.

For example, with stomach cancer, was killing cancer cells really the problem? The patient would need an entirely new stomach!

That involved another technology: cellular cloning.

"The progress is all right. This civilization's bioengineering technology is changing with each passing day."

Li Qing felt fairly satisfied.

It was just that their other Tower of Babel technology was somewhat terrible.

They clearly had the ready-made foundation left behind by Atabia, along with construction data for all kinds of projects. Forget making simple improvements—they couldn't even replicate it and build another miraculous creation like the Tower of Babel from scratch.

Li Qing felt that this was understandable. After all, one formidable genius was extremely important.

He waited!

Then he waited another week.

In the end, his second Integrated Consciousness emerged.

"Ah~ Where is this?~ I remember that I was the Elf Saintess of the Elven Race. I was attacked by enemies and fell into a dimensional rift. Am I traveling through spacetime now..."

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

That settled it.

You haven't even built her body yet, but her mind is still stuck in the [rift-crossing] process!

Hurry up and let her cross over to the modern era.

Why were you so fierce when attacking me? You built a Tower of Babel and prepared to slay a god in just one week. Why are you ten times weaker now that you're pretending to be harmless?

"This is probably the importance of having a leader."

"Without a truly fierce, heaven-defying monster leading the team, these people bicker and squabble, each one proud and unwilling to submit to the others. The difference is obvious."

Li Qing's head throbbed.

He could only continue facing the Integrated Consciousness elf in the glass bottle. Wrapped in darkness and cut off from the world, he used psychological suggestions to tell it that it was still traveling through a spacetime tunnel.

He hinted to it with a guilty conscience: It was normal for the journey between worlds to be this dark and this long.

"Did I take too big a step with this elven plan? Has it stalled?"

Li Qing, who was beginning to question his life, started thinking about something:

"Without someone as fierce as Atabia, their speed isn't exactly slow. After all, they're still producing one change every week."

"I was expecting too much because I used Atabia's speed as the standard."

There was no need to rush this, either.

In any case, Li Qing discovered that he wasn't actually all that poor anymore.

That morning, he had just realized that half a month had passed.

A new month had arrived.

It was time to receive his salary, and he had gotten a large sum from his video income.

Those two videos had completely taken off. Their total views on YouTube and Bilibili were around thirty million.

Tips made up the bulk of it. He had received more than fifty thousand yuan, and after various uploaders asked him for authorization, he had gained another hundred thousand yuan in scattered payments.

"Life isn't too bad."

Li Qing sat in front of the computer.

"Sure enough, my Elven Race is still a long way off. Everything is blocked, and their technological capability is limited. This can at least tide me over."

He glanced at the barrage comments and reviews.

[Wahhh! Where's the third episode? Where's the third episode?]

[Ten thousand people are writing in blood for the third episode. That mysterious white tower in R'lyeh has already been built several levels higher. Its spine keeps rising—could the next episode be the revival of the Evil God?]

[Hurry up! We're all waiting for you to get to the main story!]

Li Qing merely skimmed through them, wondering whether he should release the third episode.