Collecting the essential characteristics of "Entropy Loss Syndrome" and advancing the fundamental system of "Psionic Power" from C+ rank to B rank, cultivating disposable single-soldier cannon fodder equipped with the "Entropy Loss Syndrome" was only a matter of time.
Once the prototype technology became stable and generalized, he could use his own technical style to create an "Entropy Loss Syndrome" assembly line factory unlike that of the Glamoth Empire.
Knowledge was the most important foundation. Strength? It was merely an insignificant derivative.
Blindly pursuing strength, knowing what something did but not why, abandoning the root for the branch, picking up sesame seeds while dropping the watermelon—he had taken the wrong path from the very beginning.
He had gained a decent piece of technology from Firefly that belonged to the Glamoth Empire.
In accordance with the principle of equivalent exchange, Meng Yi ought to provide appropriate compensation.
Cure Firefly's "Entropy Loss Syndrome"?
The current Meng Yi could not do that, unless he waited until his "Psionic Power" advanced to a B-Rank Domain and enabled molecular-level microscopic interference.
Or he could use an anti-aircraft gun to swat a mosquito, wasting the "Evaluation Origin Crystal" known as a "miracle."
A "D-Rank World Origin Crystal" probably would not be enough. Meng Yi did not even have a "Grade C Evaluation," let alone a "Grade B Evaluation."
For now, he would help Firefly replenish her waning life force, then patch up her shattered "container." Meng Yi had considerable confidence in that, and it would not waste the hard-won "World Origin Crystal."
If a hurdle could be crossed with knowledge, using a "miracle" was the greatest waste imaginable.
"I can replenish your nearly exhausted 'fuel' and repair your shattered 'container.' At the same time, to prevent this from happening again, I'll limit your 'lever' to a controllable range and prevent you from shattering the 'patches' I place on your 'container.'"
Firefly's big eyes filled with big confusion.
Fuel, container, lever, patches...
She understood every word individually, but put together, they became utterly incomprehensible.
"Commander, I'm uncultured. Could you explain it in simpler terms?"
Meng Yi: "?"
Wasn't he being simple enough?!
"Then I'll put it another way. A water container that has been patched up and can barely be used is still vastly different from its original, intact state. Do you understand that?"
Firefly pretended to suddenly understand. She broke into the foolish grin of a silly female college student who thought she knew everything and had been clever since childhood.
"Oh~ I see! Got it!"
Got it? You don't understand a damn thing!
Meng Yi's fists clenched and loosened. What exactly had he been expecting?
"Let's skip this part. I'll assume you really understand."
"Limiting the multiplier of your 'lever' means adding another limiting device to the outside of your 'Entropy Loss Syndrome,' preventing you from playing yourself to death while ensuring that your repaired, damaged body lasts longer."
Firefly scratched her cheek. "Uh... Commander, what if I become weaker and die in some dungeon?"
What if? What if? Why should I care what happens to you? Am I your father?!
Not being good at dealing with illiterate idiots, Meng Yi nearly went berserk inside.
"Phew! Phew! Phew!"
"I'll temporarily set your Output Limit to the level you had when fighting the Red Light Mother in Manhattan City. That'll give you the means to protect yourself while avoiding excessively intense consumption of life force and an unbearable burden on your body."
"For first-order dungeon difficulty, at the level you displayed in your last fight, you should basically be able to bulldoze your way through."
"As long as you can find me after returning to Evolution Paradise, you can come to me anytime to replenish your depleted life force and repair your body's durability."
As everyone knew, repairs required a "repair fee."
Meng Yi was not working for free or indulging in some burst of saintly compassion. He would just treat it as a short-term side job to earn some extra money.
Hearing this, Firefly understood Meng Yi's painstaking intentions and thanked him repeatedly.
"Commander, you're a good person!"
"..."
Good person, good person—your whole family are good people!
Meng Yi decided never to deal with an illiterate idiot again. It was enough to send his blood pressure skyrocketing.
"Let me give you a piece of advice. Before long, I'll be able to remove the side effects brought by your 'Entropy Loss Syndrome.' At the same time, you'll lose the power it provides."
"As for where to go in the future and whether to abandon the 'Entropy Loss Syndrome' and step into another Extraordinary System, you can only make that decision yourself. No one else can decide your future for you."
The smile faded from Firefly's face. She raised her hand and touched the Azure Gene Structure cracking across her cheeks, neck, and other areas of skin.
"The future... I don't know. I'm just a mass-produced standard weapon."
"If I abandon the 'Entropy Loss Syndrome,' will I still be me? Will the Glamoth Empire really have nothing left?"
The girl asked and answered her own questions. Meng Yi did not offer his opinion. He quietly put on his medical gloves, changed the subject, and said flatly, "Lie down. I'm going to anesthetize you and begin the surgery. Don't waste time."
"Huh? Oh! Yes!"
A highly concentrated anesthetic capable of flipping a blue whale was injected—
Huh? One shot wasn't enough? Then another! He refused to believe this!
After ten injections of anesthetic entered her high-density muscle tissue, even this Genetically Modified Human, whose normal Body Strength reached E+ rank, could not withstand it.
Constructing a "Limiter" around the outside of the "Entropy Loss Syndrome," repairing her damaged body container, and replenishing her depleted life force.
The three surgeries proceeded in that order, from front to back, with the difficulty decreasing from hardest to easiest.
C+ Rank "Psionic Power" enveloped Firefly's entire body. Every cell structure deep within her was examined in Meng Yi's mental vision.
The Black-Red Thread that served as the material for the "scalpel" and "Limiter" began spreading from Meng Yi's palm, covering the unconscious Firefly in a layer of black-and-red gauze.
The nanometer-scale "threads" entered every pore on Firefly's body and began capturing all the cellular tissues inside her.
Romance between men and women? Sorry, patients had no gender in a doctor's eyes.
The surgery was not easy. Meng Yi barely had enough time to concentrate on constructing the "Limiter." How could he spare any thought for irrelevant matters?
Covering everything was the most troublesome part. There could not be even the slightest error.
Time passed, and ten hours flashed by.
Using high-strength, nanometer-scale black-and-red lines, Meng Yi wrapped around the Azure Gene Structure that had been transformed by the "Entropy Loss Syndrome" within Firefly's Microcosm Domain, turning them into "Limiters" that locked the "Entropy Loss Syndrome's" Output Limit in place (maximum output: building-level).
Twelve hours passed, and the most difficult step was complete.
With the Doomsday Path as a lever and an unlimited supply of Imaginary Energy, it would not be difficult for Firefly to break through Meng Yi's restraints.
Unfortunately, the Doomsday Aeon King was merely a fish trapped in a "small puddle." Its anchored Path concept could not cover the countless Worldviews affected by Evolution Paradise.
The regional Imaginary Space of the Imaginary Tree also could not be made universally applicable to every Worldview.
Thus, Firefly at this stage had essentially lost any possibility of breaking through the Limiter Meng Yi had constructed.
Unless she returned to her "hometown" and immediately engaged in high-intensity combat, burning her life force recklessly and seeking death.
In that case, Meng Yi truly could do nothing. If she died, it had nothing to do with him. Why worry about it?
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