"I want to read High-Martial Divine Man!"
"I want to read High-Martial Divine Man!"
"I want to read High-Martial Divine Man!"
An invisible obsession echoed through the minds of countless billions of living beings across the Milky Way Galaxy, its origin unknown.
A mysterious impulse made individuals from innumerable civilizations want to seek out this book.
Ye Li gazed down upon the galaxy like a god looking directly upon all living things. "Merely planting this thought in their minds doesn't seem to be enough."
Without sufficient fervor or momentum, it was nothing but duckweed without roots. The thought would soon dissipate.
So I must build a moat around this book, making it the core of everything, until these people's lives cannot do without it.
Ye Li recalled an experiment involving laboratory mice from his previous life.
Two scientists had implanted electrodes into a mouse's brain, originally intending to test the painful punishment effects of electric shocks.
But due to an operational error, the electrodes had accidentally touched the mouse's dopamine reward circuit.
After being shocked, the mouse did not avoid the pain. Instead, it repeatedly lingered in place, actively seeking another shock.
To verify this phenomenon, the researchers placed a press lever inside the cage.
Every time the mouse pressed it, the reward area of its brain would activate once.
The result that followed overturned everyone's understanding. The mouse entered an endless pressing cycle.
It barely ate or drank, neither sleeping nor resting, pressing the lever thousands of times every hour.
Even with an electric grid ahead that would stab it with pain, it rushed forward without a second thought to press the lever.
In the end, quite a few mice died from exhaustion after overexerting themselves.
At that thought, Ye Li lightly slapped his fist into his palm. "I