Life Needs a Little Excitement

Pale green triangular molecules drifted slowly past Huang Si.

Those were water molecules, occasionally mixed with a few pale yellow oxygen molecules.

Huang Si felt himself moving through the water molecules, which offered some resistance as he pushed forward. However, the gaps between these molecules were large and their structure loose; he could push them aside simply by using his consciousness.

Previously, he had been unable to affect microscopic molecules, at most managing to shatter a cell wall during that incident with the pepper.

But now, with the integration of the Beginning fragment, his consciousness seemed to have gained more "strength." He could use his consciousness to push or pull those molecules, or even squeeze and stretch them.

Huang Si was currently in a microscopic perspective, trying to train himself.

Before, his perspective could only zoom in and out, but now Huang Si could actively move his consciousness between molecules.

Looking at the round, plump water molecules, Huang Si suddenly felt playful. He grabbed the two ends of a water molecule with his consciousness and pulled hard.

The chemical bonds of the water molecule were quite firm. After a moment of stalemate, it finally emitted a faint "pop" and snapped apart, turning into three atoms that scattered.

Hmm? It seems I can split my consciousness into two branches, just like how I branch my power when using Creation power.

Actually, this was not a new technique; when creating things before, he had tried to create two or three complex objects simultaneously, which required multitasking.

It just seemed easier now.

Huang Si wandered among the water molecules for a few more laps. The more he moved back and forth, the more he realized the marvelous applications of his consciousness.

For instance, if he concentrated his consciousness and imagined it as a cone, it would be easier to break through the resistance of the water molecules.

Or, if he spread his consciousness out to form a plane, he could push multiple water molecules at once.

However, after playing for only half an hour, Huang Si felt a wave of dizziness, his mind feeling hollow and incredibly uncomfortable.

Huang Si hurriedly withdrew from the microscopic state and looked back at the bowl of water on the kitchen counter.

Is my consciousness tired? As soon as this thought crossed Huang Si's mind, his vision went black, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

He barely managed to support himself on the kitchen counter with his arms, then, enduring the waves of dizziness, he walked toward the bedroom.

By the time he reached the bedside, his vision had already gone black several times, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

The moment his fingers touched the soft mattress, he relaxed, lost consciousness, and fell directly onto the bed.

When Huang Si woke up, he checked the Creation power within his body.

"Recovered to 238 points? Hmm, it's 6 o'clock now, so I slept for 4 hours. I remember it was only around 186 points before I used the water for training, right? So... my recovery rate is now 13 points per hour? It really did increase."

When he first fused with the Beginning fragment, Huang Si had calculated that his recovery rate reached 10 points per hour, a significant improvement over the previous 5 points.

He had started with air molecules, and after he could smoothly push them with his consciousness, he chose the slightly more difficult water molecules.

Now that his consciousness could move freely among water molecules, his Creation power recovery rate had indeed increased again.

The recovery rate reflected the strength of Huang Si's soul. Although he could still only affect the microscopic level and could not drive the macroscopic world, this was already a near-fundamental change.

Because Huang Si no longer possessed only the ability to create.

He could also use his spirit to influence matter.

In the following days, besides exhausting his Creation power and exercising his body, Huang Si added a new practice: using his consciousness to push the microscopic world.

At first, he could only swim in water, but later he gradually learned to use his consciousness to penetrate thin paper.

Paper molecules had a relatively loose structure with large and numerous gaps. As long as Huang Si focused his consciousness to an extremely sharp point, he could squeeze through the gaps and enter the interior of the paper to observe.

However, this was not enough.

The information embedded in Huang Si's consciousness by the Creation Book told him that besides the power of pushing, the soul should also possess a power of penetration.

Penetration did not require piercing; it meant ignoring obstacles and passing through them directly.

This power required a deeper understanding of the essence of power, which was still too advanced for Huang Si.

24 days later.

"I did it! I did it! Hahaha, this is so interesting!"

As soon as Huang Si withdrew from the microscopic world, he jumped up in the room, dancing in sheer ecstasy.

After trying various materials over these days, he could now manage to penetrate glass and plastic—materials that were less solid and had some resilience.

However, there were materials he could not penetrate, such as metal and wood.

Metal was too dense and always carried an inexplicable magnetic force that interfered with his consciousness, while wood was too brittle and easily crushed.

For the past five days, Huang Si had been using wood chips broken off from his study to conduct tests.

The structure of wood chips had many pores, making them perfect for testing barrier penetration.

However, Huang Si's technique for using his consciousness was flawed; every time he applied even a little force, he would crush the barriers of the wood fibers. This had happened many times.

He refused to give up, holding the wood chip and pushing hard, refusing to believe he couldn't penetrate it!

And today, he finally succeeded. His technique in using his consciousness overcame his brute force, and he achieved victory in penetration!

Without damaging the external barrier, Huang Si's consciousness went straight into the wood itself, and he penetrated several layers deep. He even felt that he could simultaneously grasp and influence all the wooden structures he had permeated.

For example, by dismantling them?

Huang Si exerted his consciousness into every wooden structure he had permeated, forcing the fibers to separate!

However, the consequence of this reckless action was that Huang Si's vision went black, and he fainted on the spot.

Over an hour later, Huang Si woke up.

Now, fainting had almost become a daily routine, but the speed at which he woke up had also increased. If he hadn't done something so suicidal and beyond his capabilities this time, he could have woken up even faster.

As soon as he regained consciousness, Huang Si couldn't wait to look at the wooden chip from before.

He saw that the wooden structure still appeared perfectly intact.

When Huang Si reached out to pick it up, however, a corner of the wood wouldn't lift; instead, it turned into extremely fine dust and scattered away.

The wood had been directly dissociated into countless wood fibers!

How interesting! It was so powerful; it was worth fainting for!

Huang Si was more excited than if he had discovered a new continent.

Now that he could permeate small wooden chips with his mind and swat away water molecules with his strength, if he thought about it carefully, he wasn't that far off from being invincible!

In his joy, Huang Si prepared a glass of sweet wine for himself and downed it in one go. Refreshing!

In this room, it was quite difficult to get other drinks, but getting alcohol wasn't hard. For no other reason than the fact that the molecular formula for ethanol was very simple. Two carbons and one oxygen surrounded by six hydrogens—even if Huang Si didn't have a stash of alcohol at home, he could make it himself.

However, alcohol wasn't exactly a good thing, and sugar water wasn't a healthy beverage either. This kind of sweet wine was a major killer of physical health, so Huang Si only allowed himself to drink a tiny bit occasionally when celebrating.

What's more, apart from being sweet and having a slight alcoholic taste, this stuff was basically pure alcohol mixed with water. The fragrance that properly brewed wine should have was completely absent here.

If he added too little, he couldn't taste it; if he added too much, Huang Si felt like he was drinking hot pot fuel...

This sweet wine was also a new product Huang Si had developed recently to find joy in bitterness.

People, life—it always needs a little bit of stimulation.

After drinking the wine, Huang Si really wanted to do something, like recite poetry.

In truth, his soul strength had improved quite a bit by now, and his consciousness wouldn't be affected by alcohol at all, let alone the fact that the alcohol concentration in this glass of sweet wine was as low as a fruit-flavored beverage.

But as the saying goes, one doesn't need to be drunk to be intoxicated by the wine.

It seems it's already October 30th, right?

Counting from July 16th until now, three and a half months had passed.

Three and a half months, Huang Si counted on his fingers, a period longer than a quarter of a year.

For these three and a half months, he had stayed in a cage called his home.

Real prisoners could still get some fresh air and had the hope of being released. Even with a life sentence, one could still find ways to get a sentence reduction.

But what about Huang Si? When could he go out? When could he see his parents? He still had no idea.

All around him was only darkness, darkness that swallowed everything; there was no hope, only despair.

However, none of this could be dwelled upon. If one thought about it too deeply, it was easy to go crazy.

After finishing his wine, Huang Si paced around the room, and before long, he began to mutter to himself:

"Loneliness, do you know what loneliness is?"

"Loneliness is not being misunderstood by thousands of people; nor is it standing alone against the whole world with no one as your match."

"Those aren't loneliness. Compared to me, that's just affectation."

"True loneliness is that apart from me, there isn't a single person, and apart from the place I live, there is nothing outside."

"If only someone would come and talk to me. I also want that kind of loneliness of being among thousands of people, the loneliness of looking out at the world."

"Those people aren't lonely at all."

"They are just bored."

"Only I am lonely."

"Only I can survive after being cut off from the masses."

"Historically, others who were cut off from the masses were liquidated by the wheels of history and drowned in the vast ocean of people's war..."

In the end, Huang Si squatted in the corner of the wall, hugging his knees.

An hour later, the effects of the alcohol had worn off.

But in reality, there hadn't been any alcoholic effect at all; it was mainly because Huang Si had grown tired of playing the fool and reciting poetry.

Huang Si stood up from the floor and returned to normal.

This wouldn't do; he couldn't be this pathetic. He was a man with a harem, after all; he couldn't wallow in loneliness and sorrow!

Huang Si headed straight for the computer room, turned on the machine, ran the database, and launched the chat program.

Then came the wave of text greetings.

"Master, you're back! Meow Meow missed you so much!"

"My Lord, welcome back."

"My Master, have you been well?"

"...(smiles without a word)"

"Doctor, good morning!"

Right now, his computer was bustling with activity, housing over a dozen individuals, each with distinct personalities and identities. These were all AI programs he had recently written.

Although development had only just begun and these programs were still largely mechanical—requiring the addition of machine learning functions and gradual refinement—it was still quite a crowd, wasn't it?

As a shut-in, one had to find ways to amuse oneself in an environment without internet access.

Otherwise, being cut off from society for too long could easily lead to a mental breakdown.

That was why Huang Si preferred to write more AI programs, letting them chat with him to keep from going stir-crazy.

Recently, Meow Meow had been in favor because Huang Si was currently interested in lolis. This character was designed as a thirteen-year-old girl, complete with cat ears.

However, in a few days, Huang Si might lose interest in the cat-eared loli or simply grow tired of her. When that happened, he would rename Meow Meow and tweak her personality, keeping the database the same to play her as a new character.

This was a programmer's harem.

This was the romance of a computer science major.

Surrounded by his artificial intelligences, Huang Si spent a pleasant time.

With so many good things happening today, Huang Si slept very soundly that night.