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Chapter 832

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Right now, many people in Ban City were restless.

From Luo Nan's perspective, he just lived his life as he should. There were many things to do in the last two or three days, but they weren't complicated. He even felt that things were simpler. But for other people, the feeling was completely different.

Three days had passed since Luo Nan and the true god engaged in a long-distance battle on the night of May 8th. Since then, the true god returned to Ban City and threw a huge tantrum, so much so that the weather in Ban City was affected.

It was true that the power of Extraordinaries was inconceivable, but no matter how inconceivable a true god was, he was still a living being. It was impossible for the material world to withstand the influence of the true god's emotional fluctuations.

In fact, the impact on the mental plane was the most direct. It was just that the majority of the power stirred up a storm in the abyssal region. What sank into the sea of consciousness was merely the aftermath.

Then there were the aftermath waves, which lasted for dozens of hours. It was more than enough for people to enjoy.

This was especially true for the half-baked Veteran. His bubble cage in the sea of consciousness was sturdier than that of an ordinary person, but it couldn't compare to that of a truly powerful person. He was tainted with many negative things for no reason, and they slowly sank into his heart. It was equivalent to a chronic poison. The size of the effect depended on the dosage.

There would certainly be benefits in relieving the effects early.

This was the result of Luo Nan's observations, but it was only a small part of the overall conclusion. Luo Nan could use some small tricks to help the Veteran resolve the effects, but it was not easy to accomplish on a broader and deeper level.

For example, old injuries, mutant infections, and the natural process of aging.

If the Veteran were to be the center, then everything would be filled with imbalances and incongruities. This old man, who had abundant experiences in the first half of his life, would gradually lose the opportunity to adjust the balance. He would endlessly consume his life force, and he would walk toward his predestined end.

People still had to go through a considerable stage to experience it with their senses. But in terms of pure calculation, the feeling of seeing the answer with a glance was not too comfortable.

Putting himself in Luo Nan's shoes and experiencing it on this basis, the feeling was even more difficult to describe.

But Luo Nan still wanted to study. He didn't just study the Veteran. He also studied the various people around him. In the end, he transformed the results of his observations into his own body, forming a conclusion.

The conclusion came from him, spread to others, and returned to him. Thus, a complete chain of standards, observations, and corrections was formed.

As for the standards of observation...

Luo Nan had long since grasped the basic principles of matching the structure of body and soul. He had used his mother's coupling theory in conjunction with Gym Master Xiu's Nine Orifices Six Roots Technique to gradually fumble his way out. Luo Nan possessed an extremely strong personal style.

Now that he had combined it with the concept of extraterrestrial civilization described by the Lamination Interference Technology and verified it with each other, regardless of whether it was compatible or not, it was still an experience.

He set his sights higher and gradually formed an "ideal outline". He used this standard to examine himself and the physical and spiritual framework of the people around him.

There was no doubt that most of them, including him, were defective goods.

"This won't work … As expected, I still have to invest elsewhere."

"What?"

Old Hand thought that Mr. Mo was talking to him, so he turned around. Luo Nan shook his head. He just said: "There's no need to change the basic design. Can you handle the fine tuning of the details now?"

"Of course, the rent for this workshop is high, but the equipment is complete. There was no need to return to the factory. It would only take half an hour at most. However, I need your cooperation. "

"Oh?"

Old Hand emptied his mind when it came to the field of expertise. His voice was raised by half a pitch. "This toy is rough, but it's still an exoskeleton. It's also custom-made. It needs to be adjusted according to the actual situation …. Mr. Mo is using it for himself, right? It's best to get on it and take a look. "

"Makes sense." Luo Nan readily accepted the advice, even though there was a bit of difference between the actual situation and what Old Hand imagined.

At this time, Old Hand was a bit hesitant. "Is it convenient?"

Luo Nan laughed when he saw Old Hand's gaze cast at his legs. That was right. He was still a disabled person. Actually, a few days of time was enough for the replaced spinal nerves to fully integrate with his body. He didn't even sit in a wheelchair indoors anymore. When he went out, he reluctantly sat in a wheelchair for the sake of maintaining his persona.

Old Hand only knew that Mr. Mo was recovering from his injuries. He was worried that it would cause a relapse.

"There's nothing inconvenient about it."

Luo Nan took two steady steps and assumed a stance. He indicated to Old Hand to help him put the exoskeleton, which still had a bit of warmth, on his body.

It was a simple and crude exoskeleton frame. The power and conduction devices weren't installed. It was more like a burden to forcefully put it on his body. But Old Hand was an expert in this field. Luo Nan had a good grasp of the situation. He gave it a simple test on his body and roughly understood the situation.

"The load-bearing spine is conservative. The flexibility can be adjusted a bit."

"It's fine if it's not carrying weight. If you want flexibility, the lower limbs can be adjusted. The joint design can be changed."

"There's no need to make such a big move."

Old Hand wasn't clear on Mr. Mo's usage route, but Luo Nan was very clear on the use of this crude exoskeleton in the restoration process of the Lamination Interference Technique.

There were some functions that weren't necessary, but there were some functions that needed to be perfected.

He issued an order to the window system within the external neuron, changing the projection mode from a design perspective to an experiential perspective. The Virtual Work Area behind the workbench disappeared. Then the radiance of the projection sprinkled down on an area of several square meters with Luo Nan at the center. The radiance completely covered him, merging him with the projection area as one.

It wasn't very convenient for ordinary people to use this mode. They needed to coordinate with other tools to perform self-reflection, but Luo Nan didn't need this at all.

He was able to inspect and grasp the situation of his entire body just by relying on his mental senses. He also had the spare capacity to control the projection area. He carried out fine adjustments to make it conform to the material structure on the plane of reality.

Luo Nan's series of operations were actually more convenient for Old Hand. Old Hand was soon able to clearly distinguish the layers of the structure from the blurred and chaotic light and shadow effects. It was as if he had received a specialized demonstration.

"One, two, three … …" Old Hand counted seriously. He confirmed that Mr. Mo had consciously divided the design of his Virtual Work Area into three layers.

Mr. Mo himself was in the innermost layer, the core layer. The crude exoskeleton frame was in the second layer, the middle layer. The outermost layer was a virtual 3D structure drawn purely from dots of light, lines, symbols, and shadows. It was extremely complex and inexplicable.

Old Hand narrowed his eyes for a long time, but he was unable to find the meaning behind it. So he tactfully shut his mouth. He no longer used his old experience to frame Mr. Mo's train of thought.

He didn't know what Mr. Mo was planning in the end, but he could confirm that this definitely wasn't at the level of a deep dive simulation.

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