So mental senses could be used in this way? Luo Nan's train of thought opened up.
The clairvoyance mode of the telescope was clearly a sort of systematic clairvoyance. Every believer, including Ink, was a node. They provided perceptual planes and details that could be mutually referenced and supplemented.
Although the number of details might not be perfect, they reflected each other. According to the framework of Formatting Theory, they formed a relatively closed system that covered more and more layers. In this way, all existences that were not part of the system became especially prominent. No matter how minute the reverse arteries and veins were, they would be magnified, making his senses exceptionally sharp.
There was no one else like this method in terms of early warning function!
Mrs. Halder certainly saw Ink. Perhaps she knew that this crow was extraordinary, but she absolutely could not imagine that there was another person who was several dozen kilometers away, using this crow to observe her.
There was another person at the scene who was very sensitive. It was Peony. She must have sensed Ink's abnormal flight trajectory. She raised her head to look. It was unknown how she judged it, but her gaze soon pointed toward the skyscraper where Mrs. Halder was, as well as the relevant floors.
From Luo Nan's angle, he felt that there seemed to be a confrontation of gazes between Peony and Mrs. Halder.
It was hard for Luo Nan to judge whether or not Peony saw Mrs. Halder, but Mrs. Halder's gaze was certainly locked onto Peony.
Well, you're the scapegoat …. Luo Nan felt the secret delight of successfully shifting the blame after getting into trouble. He also felt a corresponding sense of accomplishment.
This was the first time in his entire life!
He wasn't worried about Peony's safety. After all, the most powerful woman in Xia City stood behind her. Mrs. Halder's Bloodflame Order and the Castle Financial Group were admittedly powerful forces in Xia City, but they were still lacking in comparison to Her Majesty Empress Wu.
Peony, the person in question, didn't seem to care too much. Or perhaps it could be said that she didn't have the corresponding sense of crisis.
She received a call at this time, and the smile on her face grew even more radiant. Her curved eyes seemed to flow with colorful light. Be it the Trigate Security personnel beside her or the Bloodflame Order personnel, they all couldn't help but steal glances at her. It was hard to avoid their emotions from rising and falling. The living starry sky had a reaction!
"Darling, have you arrived yet? How's my setup? "
One fatal strike!
Peony completely disregarded this. Her mind had already withdrawn from the mission. She allowed her mood to melt into her smile and flow naturally. "As long as you're happy, it's fine. No problem. Tonight, everyone's going to turn the heavens high and celebrate your success!"
He should be her boyfriend … but what's with that doting expression?
After the writing class, it was time for the society's activities. Luo Nan was liberated. He was still thinking about the confrontation, entanglement, and communication at the recycling stratum of Shuanghe District.
Many pieces of information would not have appeared at the time, or perhaps Luo Nan would not have been able to see them even if they had appeared. However, he was certain that both the Bloodflame Order and Trigate Security would hold a meeting to discuss the situation after he returned. It shouldn't be a problem for him to piece together a rough picture of the truth.
Seiji had all the benefits, yet he remained uninvolved … It was a bit like a villain, but it did make Seiji feel great. At a time like this, it was none of his business whether others were in a good mood or not.
Luo Nan waited for his car at the parking spot. His mind was pondering over the problem of system perception. It was just as he had understood before. He discovered an excellent early warning method. Though it was still lacking in many ways, it didn't seem difficult to make up for it.
All he needed to do was expand the number of believers a bit and scatter them across the various city districts. They would connect seamlessly with each other, forming a closed system. Targets that were not part of the system, especially ability users who possessed self-logic, would be more or less accurate.
What security and bodyguards did he need back then? Even the Skynet system that covered the entire city wouldn't be as sharp as he was. Even if the Order of Justice's First Oblatum, Deputy Secretary-General Gong Qi, and other powerful people came to kill them, Luo Nan would be able to know their positions and coordinates the moment they stepped into the boundaries of Xia City. They would be hundreds of kilometers away, and Luo Nan would be able to notify President Ouyang and Her Majesty Empress Wu to take to the skies to intercept them …
Tsk. Just thinking about it was exciting!
As for expanding the number of believers … Luo Nan scratched his head. The streetcar just so happened to arrive. He boarded the car and continued to scratch. He felt a bit subtle.
Luo Nan was certain that he had never truly regarded himself as a 'god'. He had only seen Bamboo Pole's paper. He had borrowed the relationship between believers and gods to describe the various mysteries of Formatting Theory. That was all there was to it.
Therefore, Luo Nan wasn't like the contemporary Secret Orders. He didn't deliberately ponder over the so-called doctrines and rituals. Then, he used all sorts of methods to actively expand the scale of his believers. So far, he had accepted believers like Ink and the Wraith Sign. He didn't care about Rui Wen, who was a special example that appeared and disappeared from time to time. His true human believers numbered no more than three people.
Baze, Xie Junping, and Cat Eyes.
Black Tiger Baze was someone who relied on force to survive. His personality and conduct had been polished by the Order of Justice for a long time. He could be said to be plugged in and out. There was no adjustment period.
Xie Junping wasn't a person of the same circle. He was muddle-headed and completely unaware. Luo Nan deliberately played down this relationship and forgot about it. He just left it there and let Xie Junping do what he wanted.
As for Cat Eyes, she was probably the only example of a believer that possessed self-awareness and self-awareness. And the entire process couldn't be said to be smooth.
Cat Eyes certainly had to bear the responsibility for this matter. But even if she had courted death herself, the series of developments that followed, especially the mental and willpower torment, made Luo Nan, the beneficiary, feel quite upset in his heart.
This was especially true after the Format Pyramid transformed into a star atlas. The materialized chains disappeared, and a more essential connection became prominent. Luo Nan inspected his believers one by one and discovered that Cat Eyes was acting extremely dispirited. Her mental state was worrying.
This was absolutely not a situation Luo Nan wished to see.
Luo Nan sat in the last row of the trolley, his fingers rubbing against his hair. As he pondered, his thoughts unconsciously shifted through the living starry sky. He saw Cat Eyes once more.
It was the middle of the afternoon. Normal people worked and studied. Ability users cultivated and completed missions. But what about Cat Eyes?
She was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the room. Her hair was messy, and she wore a sleeveless top and briefs. Large swaths of healthy, smooth, light brown skin were exposed. She looked like she had just woken up from a hangover. Her fingers were unconsciously playing with a wine bottle.
There were at least a dozen wine bottles around her body. Most of them were empty and overturned. They were a complete mess.
Holy crap …. If this continued, she would really be crippled!
Luo Nan felt that this was no good. He was impulsive for a moment, so he simply said, "How about we have a chat?"
Cat Eyes's figure froze the moment the thought came out. Her boring and monotonous actions came to an end. The wine bottle beside her feet rolled far away.
Luo Nan only remembered when he saw the statue-like figure. He had not used the HexaEar's channel at all. Instead, he had used his thoughts to directly enter.
It was needless to say that this sort of method was one of the greatest taboos between ability users, especially mental ability users. From Cat Eyes's perspective, this was undoubtedly another stab in her bloody wound.
Luo Nan was embarrassed. He didn't even think about whether or not he should apologize. But then he saw Cat Eyes reveal a strange smile for some reason. She supported her forehead with her hand, pressing against her hairline. She gathered her fluffy hair a bit, and her appearance was a bit similar to Luo Nan's. It was just that she exuded a serious feeling of decadence and a bit of self-mockery.
"Okay, but I still have to go teach dancing in a bit. Boss, do you want me to skip work? "
"Uh, no need."
"The class ends at eight in the evening."
"No problem." Only after Luo Nan spoke did he remember that he still had a social engagement tonight. He could completely have Cat Eyes come back tomorrow. But the words had already been spoken. Changing them now would be too passive. He might as well just stick together. "Then come to Frost River Reality at Cloud City Water Village. I'll be waiting here."
"I'll be there at eight thirty."
The conversation ended here. The conversation between the two did not use any electronic devices. It was purely a telepathic exchange. It was smooth and natural, as if they had done this countless times.
Cat Eyes looked as if she had just finished a routine phone call. Her face was apathetic. She picked up a full wine bottle beside her and skillfully opened the cap with her fingers. She blew too hard and the yellowish liquid of the wine overflowed from the corner of her lips. It flowed along her chin, neck, collarbone, all the way to her bulging chest. It seeped into a deep cleavage that could make any man stare blankly.
Her camisole was drenched. The contours of her body and the corresponding details were all revealed down to the finest hair. That scene...
Luo Nan's face turned red. He hurriedly cut off his telepathic thoughts. He unconsciously increased the strength of his fingers that brushed past his hair, scratching his scalp until it hurt.
Only now did he truly come back to his senses. He really called that sister over. What was he going to talk about?
Was he going to talk about taking her in as a believer? I'm very sorry, but I haven't figured out the unfollow function yet. Why don't you wait a bit?
Or should I say, girl, since you're already like this, you should obediently listen to me in the future. Warm my bed, make my quilts, dance for my amusement, and serve me well. I'll guarantee you glory, splendor, wealth, and endless benefits in the future?
Damn, he was too impulsive!
Luo Nan held his head, dispelling these senseless and foolish thoughts. He faced the roof of the trolley and silently grinned. He didn't know how to evaluate himself.
The HexaEar vibrated while he was in a dilemma. Someone from the Society was calling. Could it be that Cat Eyes wanted to go back on her word and not come tonight?
Luo Nan, this coward, was already looking forward to it. However, the caller was not Cat Eyes. It was Papercut.
"Nanster, I'm here. You're ringing and banging here. You haven't finished fiddling with it yet? "
"Huh? Brother Papercut, where are you? Ah ah ah, I'll be right there. "Only now did Luo Nan remember that he had already made an appointment yesterday. What was it?
Luo Nan only remembered that it was a combat machine used by the control class. It was because he had asked Papercut for his so-called 'big move'. He had been misunderstood as needing defensive measures, and Papercut had taken the initiative to deliver it to him.
Frankly speaking, Luo Nan wasn't too interested in combat machines in the past. Now that he had the Dripping Sword, there was no need to even mention it. However, Papercut had come over. Luo Nan took the opportunity to express his gratitude and exchange their experiences with the Dripping Sword and the activation class.
Luo Nan and Papercut chatted for a bit before another call came in. This time it was Xue Lei. "Nanster, you're done with class. I'll be at Gear soon. I'm going to stretch my muscles a bit first."
Oh my, thank you Brother Papercut!
Luo Nan heard that Xue Lei wanted to rely on sanshou training, so he secretly cried out for Papercut's blessing. He hurriedly cut off Xue Lei's words. "Brother Papercut just arrived. He brought a combat machine. I heard it's quite interesting. Let's go take a look together and test out its power."
Xue Lei was a bit stunned by Luo Nan's words. "Brother Papercut is teaching you a new lesson?"
He had taken Luo Nan's words seriously.
Luo Nan gave a chuckle and vaguely brushed it off. To put it bluntly, he was really not interested in close combat.
On one hand, he felt that he probably wasn't cut out for it. On the other hand, he was far too busy with his homework right now. From the inside to the outside, from the fleshly body to the soul, from the self to the believers, from Gear to the clouds …. He wished he could split a minute in half. He really didn't have the energy to open another lesson.
He could only let Xue Lei down for the time being.
Luo Nan arrived before Xue Lei. When he arrived at Gear, he saw Papercut strolling around the front hall with his hands behind his back, watching how the construction workers operated.
He looked like a supervisor at first glance, but that chubby face of his didn't seem dignified at all.
"Brother Papercut." Luo Nan greeted him and went forward. "Let's go to the bar counter in the passageway at the bottom of the lake. The work on the surface isn't done yet, so it's a bit messy. It should be a lot quieter underground."
"It's fine. Let's go back and try it out. It's better to be a bit more spacious." Papercut waved his hand. He deliberately revealed his left wrist to attract Luo Nan's gaze.
Luo Nan saw a black wristguard wrapped around Papercut's white and plump wrist. It was quite eye-catching. Papercut even intentionally stretched it a few times. It seemed that the material was more flexible and tough, but Luo Nan couldn't see anything else.
"This is?"
"The Flywheel Arm."
"Oh, this is..." Luo Nan finally remembered. The combat machine that Papercut said he was going to bring yesterday was called this. It sounded like a metal prosthetic at first glance, but Luo Nan never expected it to be like a wristguard. It could be bent and bent as it pleased.
"Flexible metal material?"
"The metal composition isn't high. After all, the vast majority of metal materials aren't suitable for soul strength interference and control. The ratio needs to be very particular."
Papercut took off the Flywheel Arm and handed it to Luo Nan. "Try it and you'll know. This thing is quite light and portable. Oh, I've sent over the instruction manual."
"There's even an instruction manual?"
"Of course, there's an after-sales service as well." Papercut chuckled as he helped Luo Nan put it on. He taught Luo Nan the basics of how to use it.
Luo Nan put this thing on and felt that it was different from a normal sports wristguard. Aside from the material, it was a bit thicker. The feeling of fixing the wrist was quite obvious. Luckily, it used memory material. Luo Nan just needed to bend his wrist a few times to be able to wear it comfortably.
Whether it was comfortable or not was not a key indicator for a combat machine. Even Papercut said, "It's light and portable. It's easy to use. You don't even need to be taught. You can learn it with a glance. As for speed, lethality, and so on, they're all average. It's quite interesting to treat it as a toy. I just want you to experience the technique of the control class and see if you're interested in delving deeper into it. Do you understand the instruction manual? "
Luo Nan didn't say anything. He turned his wrist and looked at the structure of the Flywheel Arm when it was bent. He combined it with the instruction manual and observed it carefully. Only then did he discover that when this thing was woven, it was divided into several layers. Each layer was independent, like a deformed fish scale armor. The layers were stacked on top of each other, but they weren't fragmented. There were only a dozen or so pieces.
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