The name … Let's call it "Exploding Pearl".
Irin had always been satisfied with his naming sense.
Simple, easy to remember, catchy, easy to understand, and both refined and popular.
In the end, Irin did not tell Molly the true purpose of this batch of Exploding Pearls.
Since he was already in debt, it would not hurt to owe a few more. Thus, Irin thickened his skin and asked Molly to make a small piece of equipment according to his request.
When Molly heard this, she saw that Irin was determined to be in debt until the end of time. She angrily pointed at Irin's nose and scolded him. However, for some reason, she agreed in the end.
Irin silently gave Molly a thumbs up.
Irin successfully stored all the Exploding Pearls in the Interspatial Dimension. This allowed Irin to relax completely.
However, because the box seemed to contain too many complicated electronic components and exceeded the threshold of the "tower", it could not be stored in the Interspatial Dimension.
However, this was not important.
There was no concept of "gravity" in the Interspatial Dimension. After "stuffing" all the Exploding Pearls into a corner, they only took up a quarter of the space.
Other than Xiao Thirteen's ancient sword, the other items were stored in the form of "cards". There was about one cubic meter of Interspatial Dimension, which was barely enough.
Looking at the Exploding Pearls in the Interspatial Dimension, Irin could not help but laugh.
…
The next trial in the Inner World was getting closer and closer.
Of course, no matter if it was in his previous life or this life, Irin was no longer a newbie. He was very calm, unlike some newbies who would be so nervous that their palms would sweat every time they entered the Inner World.
He followed his heart.
While he was in Molly's lab, Irin planned to use the time to familiarize himself with his new skills and develop "that ability".
Only when he had more trump cards would Irin feel more secure.
After all, skills like [Bloodthirsty Disaster] could only be left for last. He could not casually use it like [Calamity Entanglement].
Currently, Irin did not dare to squander his Chaos Points.
If nothing went wrong, the next item to be upgraded would be [Batbike].
Irin, on the other hand, was looking forward to seeing what Bruce Wayne's Batmobile would become after it transformed into a [Apocalypse Mount].
Could it fly?
Or would he transform?
Or could it breathe fire?
Maybe he'll drink beer?
Just as Irin was working tirelessly on developing her abilities, she had forgotten to eat and sleep.
Old Pan walked in with a worried look on his face.
From time to time, he would rub the baseball bat in his hand. It seemed that Old Pan was gradually addicted to the smooth feel of it.
Every time Irin saw Old Pan's actions, she felt like she had something to say, but she didn't know if she should say it.
If Old Pan knew why the other end of the rod was so slippery, would he collapse?
With that in mind, Irin decided that she would rather die than speak of that matter.
For all eternity.
"What happened?"
Irin asked casually.
Pan Xiaozheng sighed. "I might really be crippled."
Irin thought for a moment. "Haven't you always been crippled?"
Pan Xiaozheng raised the bat slightly, as if he was hesitating whether or not to hit Irin's face with it.
What kind of truth was that!
However, Old Pan only had this thought for a moment before he lowered his head listlessly. "I feel like I won't be able to enter the 'inner world' this time."
Irin smiled.
So that was what he was worried about.
There were many newbies in the Apostle Forum who were worried that they would die in the next 'inner world'.
Pan Xiaozheng, on the other hand, was worried that he would not be able to enter.
Pan Xiaozheng's situation was truly inconceivable. Irin had never heard of it before, let alone had a way to solve it. As such, he could only casually comfort him. "Don't worry. My time is about the same as yours. I haven't entered yet. Perhaps you will be able to enter by then."
Calculating with his fingers, it should be within these few days.
Irin calculated silently.
Old Pan hung his head dejectedly. "Sigh ~ ~ ~"
Eh?
Wait a minute.
Irin suddenly raised his head.
He looked deeply at Old Pan.
His' ability 'had just taken shape, and he was worried that it would not be convenient for him to try it out on himself …
Wasn't there a suitable candidate here?!
Actually, Irin was not deliberately trying to kill Pan Xiaozheng.
It was just that …
Because this time, his Spirit attribute was still too low, and the 'ability' he had condensed made Irin feel that it was lacking in flavor. If he rashly tried it out on himself, if something went wrong, no one else would be able to solve it.
"Yes, Old Pan, I actually have a way, but I don't know if you dare to try it."
Irin's expression was serious as he spoke slowly.
“？”
Old Pan stroked the bat, looking at Irin's serious and focused expression, and slowly typed a question mark.
…
…
Ten minutes later.
Irin made some simple preparations.
A small notebook and a pen.
They could record the changes in Old Pan's body.
"Just in case, you should put away that stick of yours first."
The corners of Irin's eyes twitched slightly. Looking at the bat in Old Pan's hand, he felt that it was a little strange.
Old Pan did not find it strange. Anyway, there were no enemies around, so he put away the bat.
"And …"
“？”
"Wash your hands. Make sure they are clean."
“？？？”
Finally.
The preparations were complete.
Irin very seriously wrote "Round 1" on the header of the first page of the notebook.
Well, just be casual. Don't take it too seriously. It's fine as long as I can understand it.
Seeing Irin taking notes so seriously, Old Pan suddenly reacted. "Wait, are you experimenting on me?"
"Huh? You even found out? "
Irin smiled slightly.
"…"
"Actually, it's not really an experiment. I'm confident. Although there may be some twists and turns in the process, the success rate is still quite high. Trust me, when have you seen me make a mistake in my calculations?"
Old Pan narrowed his eyes and looked at Irin's sincere eyes. He was still a little uncertain. "Are you sure you won't trick me?"
Irin laughed involuntarily. "You're just a moving warehouse now. Maybe you won't become a box even after you die. What good would it do me to trick you? In short, this is a win-win experiment. I'm confident. "
Irin emphasized the last few words.
Old Pan thought carefully. It seemed to be true.
Whether it was at the end in Gotham City or the "Zhang Huichun Incident" in Huating City, Irin's calm and unruffled image of him tricking everyone had indeed left a deep impression on Old Pan.
Moreover … what Irin said seemed to make a lot of sense!
He had been crippled for so long. Instead of continuing like this, he might as well let Irin torment him.
He might even be able to torment "Pan Zhengyi" back.
"Then … okay."
Out of his limited trust in Irin, Old Pan decided to give up resistance and quietly enjoy it.
Actually …
For Irin, unless he had no other choice, he didn't want to expose this new ability in front of anyone.
But unfortunately, in the current situation where his mental attribute wasn't up to standard, Irin really didn't have the confidence to use this ability on himself first.
Moreover, the best candidate for the experiment … should actually be classmate Li Erpang. After all, he was more resistant to beatings and torment.
It was just that little Fatso was more shrewd and wouldn't do anything without benefits. If little Fatso knew about this, he probably wouldn't go near Irin's area even if he was beaten to death.
As for little fanboy Li Changge?
Irin was really afraid of tormenting Li Changge to death.
Therefore, after thinking about it, Pan Xiaozheng, who was full of worries, was the best candidate for the experiment.
"Okay … sit down."
Old Pan sat down obediently.
Irin began to activate his ability.
As Irin became more and more focused, Irin gradually gathered on his finger, as if psychokinesis had formed a small vortex in a one-inch radius on his fingertip.
Irin closed his eyes and controlled the vortex on his fingertip based on his past feelings. He imagined the psychokinesis as a substance and then gradually gathered it in the center of the "vortex". The speed of the rotation became slower and slower … and the density of the psychokinesis became denser and denser.
Finally!
Irin opened his eyes.
"It's done!"
Irin breathed a sigh of relief. In his perception, Irin's fingertip was like a real "needle" that was slowly rotating on Irin's fingertip like the hands of a clock.
But from Old Pan's perspective, Irin seemed to have just raised a finger and then made a constipated expression. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead from time to time.
“？”
Seeing Irin open his eyes again, Old Pan couldn't feel what had changed on his fingertip.
"Psychokinesis Needle."
This was one of the abilities that Irin had developed after mastering psychokinesis in another future.
But the real use of this ability didn't lie in the "Psychokinesis Needle" itself.
But —
"The shape is similar, but it can't be compressed any finer …" Irin used his fastest speed to sense the rotating "Psychokinesis Needle" on his fingertip. He compared it with the "complete version" and said slowly, "Although it's a little thicker and a little crooked, the" Psychokinesis Needle "should be somewhere between virtual and real in theory. It should work …
"I just don't know … how much of a deviation will occur after I poke it."
"Psychokinesis Needle?
Poke?
Crooked?
It should work? "
Pan Xiaozheng's ears trembled slightly. He heard Irin's mutterings that he didn't deliberately lower his voice.
Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong.
"Wait, tell me first —???"
Sense, aim, Psychokinesis Needle, go!
Irin smiled and shook his finger. He didn't intend to give Old Pan a chance to hesitate or raise his opinion. The "Psychokinesis Needle" was silent, invisible, and colorless. It was aimed at a "point" that Irin had already aimed at in advance.
Pan Xiaozheng's words came to an abrupt halt.
Suddenly.
Confusion flashed in Old Pan's eyes for a moment. But the next moment, he suddenly stood up from the chair.
Suddenly.
Suddenly.
And then, with his head up and feet down, he hit the ceiling hard.
Thump —
Smack.
Irin watched Old Pan fall from the ceiling expressionlessly. Then, without saying a word, he silently drew a XY axis under "Round. 1" and recorded the data of the deviation of the "castrated version of the Psychokinesis Needle" using the simplest coordinate system.
Then, he flipped another page.
He wrote "Round. 2".
Old Pan was thrown off balance by this sudden fall.
What happened just now?
Why did he suddenly fly?
Did he just want to stand up?
Old Pan was dumbfounded.
Wait a minute.
In other words, I'm still here?
In other words, Pan Zhengyi didn't come back?
To be more precise, I'm still f * cking disabled?
Pan Xiaozheng's dizzy head quickly regained his senses. He suddenly bounced up from the ground, and a wound appeared on his forehead. Blood was dripping out of the wound.
He wanted nothing more than to skillfully pull out a stick.
"You, help me —"
Sense, aim, Psychokinesis Needle, go!
Irin's "Psychokinesis Needle" condensed faster and faster. Before Old Pan could react, the second needle was already aimed at "another point".
“？？？”
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