Peaceful days were always too short.
Sometimes, Huai Shi even felt that when he was involved in all kinds of troublesome things, a few short days felt like hell. He felt like he could write one or two million words in a novel.
But once he entered a peaceful rhythm of life, time passed at a frightening speed.
Every morning, he would wake up at eight, eat, and practice for two hours. In the afternoon, he would attend Crow's alchemy class and continue to study metals. Then, he would control the Young Arbiter of Life's stigmata. After dinner, he would play games. Before going to bed, he would replenish Lord of the Flies' source substance to speed up Beelzebub's recovery.
Then, he would sleep until the sun rose.
Ever since the exam ended, Huai Shi had been living like this.
After some consideration and hesitation, Huai Shi finally chose to fill in his application normally and chose a few universities in Jinling and Lin 'an.
Since he had no clue, he might as well choose a few that were close to home.
Occasionally, he would continue to hesitate over the Ivory Tower's invitation, but he would quickly forget about it.
Anyway, he would only decide in September. There was still a lot of time …
Just like that, the days passed by.
Huai Shi's control of the Young Arbiter of Life's stigmata finally reached its current limit.
In reality, it had only taken him a little more than a month to truly master the Stigmata. However, that could only be said to be barely enough. After activating the Stigmata, he was able to seal the miracle of sublimation within his body, so that he wouldn't constantly leak air like a rubber ball. Even when he yawned, he would split into afterimages and waste Origin Substance in vain.
However, when it came to his own sixty-one afterimages, which were more than four times the normal number, Huai Shi's life was in danger.
It was an impossible proposition to control the movements of all sixty-one shadows at the same time.
It meant that he had to control sixty-two bodies at the same time, including himself, and make sure that they did not interfere with each other. Unless Huai Shi immediately booked a split personality surgery on the Dark Net, forced his source substance to be divided into sixty-two parts, and went online with sixty-two different thoughts at the same time …
If he did that, his soul would collapse, let alone split personality. Why would he still need a bicycle?
In the trial recorded in the Book of Destiny, Huai Shi had already reached his limit by controlling six afterimages simultaneously. No matter how many there were … no matter how many there were, he couldn't use them at all.
During this process, Huai Shi didn't control the entire process. Instead, he controlled the afterimages to appear when he needed them the most and in the amount he needed.
As for the rest, there was no need.
After all, an afterimage was just an afterimage. If he didn't inject any Origin Substances into it, it would just be an illusion. It was nothing more than Huai Shi's disguise and a beacon for when he moved. It was enough to confuse the enemy, which was more than enough for the current Huai Shi.
If he really needed toolmen, he still had a bunch of toolmen in Niebelungen.
After Huai Shi's long wait and the Origin Substance's growth, the Red Gloves, and Qi Wen, the third tool, Human Mountain Ghost, was finally born under Young Master Ming's Divine Mark.
As for the Yin Souls below the Mountain Ghost, only four had appeared. There was still a long way to go before the nine Yin Souls were full.
However, this time, after Huai Shi slapped the Book of Destiny on the Mountain Ghost's forehead, the recorded personality was actually Van Helsing.
To be precise, it was the fanatic recorded in the Blue Crown Dragon's Philosopher's Stone, the executioner created by the Inquisition before he ascended the Mayflower.
In terms of pure combat power, he was the best at fighting in the Huai Shi Army. Although he was compared to the old sly Qi Wen and Green Sun's Red Gloves, the strict education and training of the Inquisition was not to be trifled with. Whether it was a direct confrontation, assassination, poison, etc., he was good at it.
The only flaw … was that his faith was a little too fanatical.
Even if he was dead, this recorded personality still maintained the structure of his life. Faith itself was an indispensable part of Van Helsing's personality.
But when he no longer had anything to do with the Holy Spirit Genealogy, this faith inexplicably … transferred to Huai Shi.
Unlike the Red Gloves who cherished his words like gold and Qi Wen who was sneaky like a dog, Van Helsing looked similar to a middle-aged priest. His expression was always serious and solemn, and from time to time, he would come out of his mouth and say, "Holy!"
This made Huai Shi often wonder if he was possessed by a lizard, and he would touch his head to confirm if he had turned into a dog's head again.
How should he put it … After hearing so much, it felt quite good!
During this period, there was another good thing.
After a long period of research and control, Huai Shi finally touched the edge of the afterimage half a month after the college entrance examination ended.
More accurately, it was because he had finally sensed the faint pulse of the tiny strand of Origin Substance within the shadow.
According to the instincts of the Young Master of Life's Stigmata, Huai Shi controlled his soul and raised his hand to aim at the ghost five meters away. After trying hard for half an hour as if he was meditating, he finally succeeded in grasping the rhythm of the source substance's pulse and resonated with his soul.
In an instant, Huai Shi's vision blurred.
He didn't appear five meters away, but was thrown out two and a half meters away. He smashed into the wall and couldn't get out.
It could be considered a small success, right?
But a short distance of two and a half meters had consumed one-fifth of the source substance in his body. If it was a normal Ascendant, this was enough to squeeze them dry.
After repeated exploration, Huai Shi found that the source substance consumed had nothing to do with the distance, but was related to his own proficiency in the skill and his ability to control the source substance.
The essence of the Afterimage Jump was to use the Young Master of Life's Stigmata to instantly transform Huai Shi's body into something similar to a ghost's structure. Once the mass was so small that it was almost negligible, the Afterimage Jump could be achieved through a short period of resonance between the source substances.
During this process, the distance teleportation consumed less than one-fifth of the source substance. The real source of energy was the Origin Substance loss caused by the two drastic changes in the instant he transformed into his Origin Substance and the instant he returned to his normal state.
In other words, if Huai Shi could control this skill well, in theory, Huai Shi could complete the transformation of Origin Substance into matter without any consumption.
But how was that possible?
Even the most advanced alchemy laboratory could only control the loss of Origin Substance to less than one-thousandth. After leaving the harsh environment and equipment, Huai Shi's limit was probably ten percent.
As for when he could compress the preparation time for the Afterimage Jump to less than a minute and extend the distance to a hundred meters … … Haha.
It could only be said that there was still a long way to go.
Huai Shi wasted another day without making any progress. When he crawled out of the basement in frustration, he saw Fang Shu's serious and nervous expression.
"Young Master … …"
The old man held a letter in his hand. "Your notice has arrived!"
Huai Shi stared blankly for a moment before understanding. He waved his hand and smiled. "It's not a big deal. Why are you so excited?"
Fang Shu's expression became more and more complicated. He raised his hand and held up a pile of at least fifty thick letters. "But this pile … … is all of them."
"What?"
Huai Shi's eyes widened in disbelief.
Half an hour later, he quickly took a shower and returned to the guest room. He sat on the sofa and looked up at the small mountain in front of him.
He checked the labels on the envelopes one by one.
Unbelievable.
These were indeed notices from various universities, but why were there so many?
"Yanjing University, Qingxia University, Dongxia People's University, Jinling Jiaotong University, Yuhang University … … Also, what is this?" After Huai Shi finished checking the top ten universities in the country, he picked up a letter and saw the foreign letters. He suddenly became more and more confused. "Hengfu University of America? Texas Institute of Technology? Leland University? Yingzhou Kyoto University? And … … Roman Empire University? Damn it … … What the hell is this? "
After Huai Shi finished checking all the letters, he discovered that the top fifty universities in the world had all sent him a notice.
He scratched his head and looked up at Crow, who was watching the show. "Do you have any clues?"
"You're asking me? How would I know?"
Crow gloated and held back his laughter. "But I've already guessed … …"
"Guessed what?" Huai Shi was puzzled.
Crow didn't say anything else.
Only Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at the pile of letters on the table. He raised his hand, summoned the sacrificial knife, and casually grabbed a cross-border express notice from Yingzhou Kyoto University. After cutting open the envelope, a thick book slid out and fell into Huai Shi's hands.
The outermost layer was thick and heavy hardcover paper. The workmanship was excellent, but the three words at the top made the corners of Huai Shi's eyes twitch wildly.
— — "Academic Record"
After opening it, he saw Huai Shi's name at the front. There was also a note of Yingzhou's pronunciation to avoid mistakes, and a three-inch photo of Huai Shi. In the photo, Huai Shi was looking at Huai Shi with a dumbfounded expression.
Just like him, he didn't know what was going on.
Next to the name was the year, month, and day, followed by the official seal of Yingzhou University.
The next line of thick and heavy handwritten words made Huai Shi begin to doubt his life.
"This university's Faculty of Medicine … specialized in … doctorate … degree … conferred …"
Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at the signature of the tutor at the back that he had never seen before. He felt that the degree of fantasy of this world had exceeded his imagination.
Forget that he didn't apply for Yingzhou University. Forget that they sent him a notice …
— — But isn't this a f * cking graduation certificate!
He threw it away and grabbed another one.
America's Ivy League Hengfu University, open …
Well, this time it wasn't a book. It was a piece of paper that was fixed in a frame for him. It even had the name HUAISHI stamped on it, proving that this unlucky guy who had never been to school had successfully graduated from the most awesome Physics Department in his school.
It was a graduation certificate!
Yanjing University, Qingxia University, and then Rome University …
After Huai Shi had opened all 53 books, Huai Shi looked at the table full of graduation certificates and suddenly realized that he had graduated from 53 universities in an instant.
He was even a doctorate in 43 subjects, a postgraduate in 26 subjects, an expert in astronomy and geography, and a master of all biochemical materials!
He was a talent that was hard to come by in eight thousand years.
"Why didn't I know that I was so awesome?"
Huai Shi raised his head and looked at the fat horse opposite him.
The fat horse innocently snorted.
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