The Terrifying Supercomputing Consciousness

Fu Junlin gave a self-deprecating smile after hearing Qiao Zishu's explanation.

Was she joking?

No!

The water Subspecies drank and the food they ate often carried viruses or parasites. Viral or parasitic infections were commonplace.

But not every Subspecies was infected, and viral infections generally came with all sorts of symptoms.

Young people like Fu Junlin and Qiao Zishu clearly showed no signs of viral or parasitic infection!

More importantly, even if someone was infected with parasites or viruses, they could not be transmitted through the air or sweat.

Most known viruses and parasites lived in water, food, or the human body. Once exposed to the air, they were weak pathogens that died upon seeing the light.

They could not jump from one person's skin to another's.

That had already been proven.

Research had even shown that Subspecies possessed greater resistance to viruses than Superior Humans and Mighty-Species People.

Yet a large portion of Superior Humans and Mighty-Species People still instinctively believed—

They were contagious!

And any Subspecies might carry viruses and infect others.

That was why they absolutely would not allow Subspecies into the Gravity Room.

Let alone let them breathe heavily and sweat profusely inside!

The two exchanged bitter smiles and left the gym together.

When he got home, Fu Junlin did not give all the money to his mother. He kept eight thousand for himself and handed the remaining ten thousand to her.

Even that gave Yao Jinying quite a fright. She thought her son had gone to some dangerous Arena Zone—how else could he have earned such a huge sum?

Fu Junlin naturally brushed it off, saying it had all been luck.

But in truth, it had indeed been a near-death experience.

Although Big Black still clamored for Fu Junlin to find a way into the Gravity Room, Fu Junlin had no solution for now.

After dinner, Fu Junlin, now that he had his own room, could keep the lights on and study late into the night.

From eight o'clock onward, Fu Junlin sat at his desk with a book open before him and read without moving until ten-thirty, utterly focused.

He had to make up for the Mecha Master courses from the first half of his freshman year as quickly as possible.

"Damn! This is so boring. Can't we go outside and play for a while?"

Big Black grumbled. Fu Junlin could practically picture his expression: ε=(´o｀) Sigh.

"Can you shut up?"

Fu Junlin rubbed his head irritably.

Every half hour, that bastard would pop up and abruptly break his train of thought.

"Why are you so slow at learning? I'm faster than you!"

"You??"

Fu Junlin's mouth twitched. He felt he had never been insulted this badly before.

Insulted by a terrible student.

"That tone really hurts..." (｡･ˇ_ˇ･｡:)

"Sorry for hurting you. Now please shut up. If you let me get through page fifty properly, I'll give you half an hour of exercise time, okay?"

Fu Junlin rolled his eyes helplessly and compromised.

"Page fifty, you said it! Easy!!"

Before Fu Junlin could react, a startling surge of energy erupted from his mind.

In what seemed like an instant, his consciousness was firmly locked in place and isolated. It was an incredibly strange sensation.

It was as if every point of his attention had been magnified.

When he looked down at the book, Fu Junlin could not help sucking in a breath!

The words on the page were no longer flat text. They seemed to float in the air, while beneath them appeared keywords—the associations and thoughts that had arisen when he had read those words earlier.

In that instant, beneath a question he had just been pondering, dozens of key points had already appeared, and beneath every key point emerged countless more thoughts.

Every word, every character seemed to contain a tiny world, constantly growing, splitting apart, combining, and being understood alongside Fu Junlin's thoughts!

Every structural diagram in the book transformed into vivid three-dimensional images, and within the scope of Fu Junlin's understanding, the components in those models could even be dismantled and assembled separately!

Fu Junlin felt that his brain had never operated so fast before! In just over ten minutes, he flipped through a full twenty pages—more than he had managed in the previous two hours.

The crucial part was that he understood far more!

He had clearly gone through dozens of pages, yet it felt as though he had gained far more knowledge than he ever could from classroom lectures!

Unfortunately, after a little over ten minutes, his mind began to grow muddled, unable to process so many things at once. It gradually returned to normal, as though a learning aid had run out of power.

"Big Black! Big Black!!"

Fu Junlin hurriedly called out in panic. That bastard was probably keeping him in suspense again, trying to barter for more control time!

But it did not matter! This skill was simply too incredible. He could trade with him—he would exchange anything for it.

"Stop calling. This skill is called Supercomputing Consciousness. With my current mental power, I can only use it for fifteen minutes. Any longer and I'll be exhausted to death. I need more than ten hours to recover that mental power."

Big Black sounded listless. (￢д￢.)

"Alright, awesome! Fine! You get half an hour of control time!"

Fu Junlin was naturally a little disappointed after hearing that, but since it was an irreversible limitation, he still felt satisfied!

With this skill, whenever he encountered difficult problems in the future, he could save them up and solve them perfectly within fifteen minutes. Wouldn't that be wonderful!

"Oh yeah!"

Big Black instantly regained his vigor. Apparently, his mental power and vitality were not the same thing.

When he used his vitality to pull Fu Junlin's muscles through training, what he consumed was essentially physical stamina.

Using Biological Vision or Supercomputing Consciousness consumed mental power.

But whenever he gained control of the body, he could always somehow produce mysterious energy out of nowhere. That was probably the ability of that damn scoundrel.

Now that he had Supercomputing Consciousness, Fu Junlin needed to adjust his study plan again.

The next morning.

Fu Junlin woke from the agony of feeling as though every muscle in his body had been torn apart. Although he was beginning to get used to waking up nearly paralyzed,

he suspected he would never adapt to that pain.

As he transferred energy into the Battle Banner, a soft white light lit up from the banner in his hand, and his body slowly regained its function.

Today was the first day he would formally study mecha courses. Fu Junlin was already excited and prepared to absorb entirely new knowledge!