Distributed Thought Psionics

"This potion..." Locke's expression changed. "I had only heard of the Hive Mind Potion before. It was a divine medicine coveted by wizards in the Plant Magic subfield of the Life School."

"Even among First Ring potions, it was difficult to brew and its ingredients were exceptionally rare. Some ingredients existed only in stockpiles, while others had even gone extinct. It was an extremely precious First Ring potion."

"But I never expected its effects to be so unique."

After drinking the Hive Mind Potion, cold sweat continuously broke out across Locke's body. Waves of powerful magical energy invaded his cells, strengthening his Mana and even partially altering his spirituality.

At the back of Locke's brain, illusory neural thought tentacles appeared one after another. Like dreadlocks trailing from the back of his head, they danced continuously.

Of course, these neural thought tentacles did not truly exist. They were merely Locke's [Psionic Manifestation], and they would disappear once he withdrew his Psionic Energy.

As the Hive Mind Potion altered part of the spiritual essence within Locke's soul, the illusory neural thought tentacles emerging from the back of his head became increasingly lifelike.

At the same time, an illusion appeared before Locke's eyes.

In the center of a bottomless, dim, profound world stood a cold black sun. Countless swarms moved around that cold black sun.

These underground swarm creatures seemed to possess countless consciousnesses communicating with one another. Special psionic signals flowed through the swarms.

When they needed to search for food, they released special psionic fluctuations, causing the colony to produce more underground swarm creatures capable of seeking food. When they encountered enemies, they released special psionic fluctuations representing danger, increasing the proportion of swarm warriors throughout the colony.

There was not a single individual consciousness in the entire colony, nor was