Lan Mu's little golden-furred mouse held the brush and bronze mirror in its mouth as it hid inside a garden, munching on plump fruits while studying the two anomalies.
After three days, he had basically figured out their characteristics.
"They should both be anomalies with hidden dangers!"
The first was the bronze mirror, its function was quite simple, it had a mind-reading ability, as well as an omniscient view that allowed it to monitor all humans within a 100-kilometer radius.
Only humans, anything non-human wouldn't be displayed on it, including Lan Mu who had the soul of a human but the body of a mouse.
This wasn't a big deal, as its monitoring ability overlapped with Lan Mu's mental scanning ability, but the range was much larger.
But being able to display what the target was currently doing was something Lan Mu couldn't do.
"Unfortunately, it's still a bit useless. To think it's in the form of an app, I have to look through the names one by one, it's too troublesome "
Lan Mu couldn't find any search function, the only thing that was convenient was the ability to display nearby people.
At the same time, Lan Mu noticed that as an anomaly, the bronze mirror had some sort of side effect.
It seemed to cause some sort of damage to the brain cells, and if used too much, it could lead to a major disaster …
"All the names displayed on the bronze mirror will become slower and clumsier the more they are checked, eventually turning them into idiots"
Lan Mu used his mental power to scan the people being monitored to find that their brain cells would become crystalline particles, and if there were too many of these particles, it would definitely cause damage to the brain.
"No wonder anomalies can't be abused, CANC suffered from this before, their abuse of anomalies led to a pandemic that killed over 70 million people"
"If this anomaly was used in a large city for a long time, it would probably cause millions or even millions of people to become idiots, right?"
Lan Mu imagined the scene of everyone in Los Angeles becoming idiots, how satisfying would that be …
"I'll take care of this thing"
As for the other anomaly, the brush, it was much more useful than the bronze mirror, but it also had a lot of side effects.
Its main characteristic was that it had the ability to enlighten objects, allowing them to move.
For example, a stone statue, with a single touch of the brush, it would be able to move freely, turning it into a puppet gargoyle that would listen to the owner of the brush.
Other than that, it could also create life forms, but this ability required a medium, and the better the medium, the closer the creature's nature would be to the original.
The Lotus Root Girls were drawn, but they were actually lifeless. They were just puppets.
The only life forms that were created in Shambhala due to the painting were actually animals and Shambhala people.
"Creating new humans from corpses, that's no different from cloning …"
What was created from the lotus roots were puppets. What was created from corpses were living humans! Because living humans weren't controlled by the Magic, they were able to learn and think.
Of course, Lan Mu couldn't be sure if these Shambala people were real people. Their original bodies had probably died a long time ago. Even the original king must have died a long time ago. They were all materialized by the power of the Divine Brush.
"Nirvana"?
Lan Mu suddenly thought of the legends of monks in Tibet. The reason why the Shambhala King and Buddha were so revered was probably because they could control the power of Nirvana.
Legend had it that Shambhala could make people immortal, and another person would be born from a corpse to replace the dead person. Wasn't that a different kind of immortality?
"Haha, is that even worthy of being called immortality?" Lan Mu was soon disdainful of this kind of resurrection.
"What was created by the Magic Pen? That thing doesn't even have a soul, how can it be considered resurrection?"
The entire Shambhala Secret Realm seemed to be lying to him. The person who lived with his identity was no longer himself, and was just a special puppet with the same appearance.
"This is just a puppet creation pen, and it's fundamentally different from the energy of real life resurrection."
"The Life Sphere didn't react at all, which means that the power of the Magic Pen has nothing to do with the Life Sphere. The transformation power of the Life Sphere is the real power to control life. "
With a principled mindset, Lan Mu speculated about the side effects of the Magic Pen, and he thought of a hidden danger.
That was, after the death of the holder, the puppet would not turn back, and would instead maintain its ability to move.
This meant that the real controller of the puppet was the Magic Pen, and the holder was only giving a general order.
If that was the case, wouldn't the Magic Pen have the hidden danger of backfiring on its owner?
"Aiyaya! Why am I thinking so much, I'll just use it less, or even not use it at all. "
Lan Mu was afraid that if he continued, he wouldn't even dare to use Bastet Metal anymore.
Although he didn't know why CANC determined that Bastet Metal was a harmless anomaly, Lan Mu really liked this anomaly, and even planned to use it as his real weapon.
But it had to be said that if all anomalies had hidden dangers, using them too many times was equivalent to accumulating hatred, and one day, a disaster would erupt.
Then Bastet Metal definitely couldn't prove that it was harmless.
Perhaps, it was just a matter of time.
…
In the past three days, because of the death of the King, Fang Moqi and the others gathered all the outsiders together, and even began to persuade the Shambhala locals.
They still didn't know that the Shambhala people were half-living, half-puppet existences, and they wanted to mobilize these fake lifeforms to establish a new order.
When Lan Mu heard about this, he couldn't help but laugh. The order of Shambhala was the order of machines, or it could be called the order of Utopia.
Living was everyone's only thought, and eternal life in the blissful yet empty heaven was the goal of the Shambhala people.
Everyone had the same capital, everyone had the same happiness, and everyone had the same treatment.
Clothes were handed to them, and food was given to them. Every day, after finishing the little bit of production work, they could live without worries.
They had no higher goal than to live until death, and then let the King, or the non-existent Buddha, grant them Nirvana and a new life.
This was a boring reincarnation, live, die, Nirvana, new life, live, die …
Perhaps the first generation of Shambhala people were the ones who were truly happy. Although they might not have anything, in this paradise, they carried out real struggles, built a city, built a palace, and built a rural hometown.
In order to build a beautiful paradise, they sacrificed their whole lives.
But they died, and the ones who replaced them to enjoy this paradise were the fake lifeforms that existed in their names.
Under the control of the King … or should be under the control of the Magic Pen, they followed a fixed schedule and lived on in ignorance.
They followed a boring order and existed numbly.
Lan Mu stared at the Magic Pen and thought, "This should be the terrifying part of the Magic Pen, right? Under the temptation of Nirvana, it turned a beautiful fantasy land into an empty and cold kingdom of puppets. "
In three days, the peace of Shambhala had been broken. The numb life suddenly became chaotic, and the entire town fell into disorder.
Because, the King was dead …
When Fang Moqi and the others told the Shambhala people about the King's death, the Shambhala people were confused and confused.
They rushed into the palace and saw the King's body, which had been dead for a long time, and found that the so-called Buddha's secret chamber was empty.
These pitiful puppets had already lost their last bit of hope in life.
There was no Nirvana, no new life, and no future.
For the first time, they felt anger for the first time. People who had lost their only goal, what would they do?
The Shambhala people angrily turned their target to Fang Moqi and the others, and began to yell and kill them.
Lan Mu looked at the Magic Pen and thought, "This pen is really poisonous!"
"You didn't instigate this in secret, did you?"
He was not sure if the Magic Pen would secretly affect these people that it materialized, so he could only wait silently.
Anyway, although there were many Shambhala people, Fang Moqi and the others would not die so easily.
Lan Mu waited until he turned back into a human, then he suddenly raised the Magic Pen and shouted.
"Magic Pen! Make them stop! "
Lan Mu's spiritual power sensed that the group of Shambhala people did not respond, so he shouted a few more times. He even changed to English and tried several ways to give orders, but in the end, it was useless.
"How can it be? You really can't control these people? "
The Magic Pen could control the Gargoyles, but these humans that were born from corpses could not be controlled. It was really strange.
"No soul, at least they are not natural, right? But the Magic Pen can't control them, are they humans or puppets? "
With doubts, Lan Mu found some clothes to wear in the palace and ran out of the palace to find a Shambhala person.
He directly transformed into a Nine-Tailed Fox and used charm on him.
The person was stunned, and it was obvious that he was immersed in the charm, but he was not too obsessed.
"Charm … So the target of charm is not the soul, but only the mind?"
"But what is the difference between the mind and the soul? Am I the soul or the mind? How many 'me's' are there? "
After thinking for a while, Lan Mu hurriedly stopped. He temporarily suppressed this question and quickly ran in the direction of Fang Moqi and the others.
At this moment, Fang Moqi and the others were in the snowy area at the edge of Shambhala, and most of the people in the town had also run there.
It was obvious that Fang Moqi and the others were planning to leave Shambhala.
If they left, Lan Mu would definitely have to leave too. He had killed the king, and now he did not know how to leave Shambhala.
But when he was close to the snowy mountain and used his psychic power to explore, he heard a piece of news that made him regret.
Mr. Charlie said, "There is no exit from Shambhala. At least for more than a hundred years, no one has left Shambhala."
"How can that be? Then why is there a legend of Shambhala outside? "Rayleigh and Fang Moqi exclaimed.
Mr. Charlie said, "That is a very old legend, and its history can be traced back to a long, long time ago. Anyway, I have been in Shambhala for eighty years, and I have been looking for the exit for so many years. Didn't we search the palace two days ago? That is the only place I have not been. No matter who I ask, no matter how I look, there is no exit from Shambhala! This is an independent and closed world. "
Fang Moqi, Rayleigh, and the others' faces were pale, but Charlie and the other older explorers were very calm.
Those old people had been in Shambhala for many years, and they had long given up on going home. Now that the king was dead, they would rather retire in this beautiful fairyland. After all, this was the dream they had been searching for, and it was what they had hoped for.
But young people like Rayleigh found it hard to accept. Their beautiful fantasies of Shambhala had been shattered. This was not a paradise at all, but a sweet poison that wore away one's will.
Staying in Shambhala forever? For some people outside, this was the ultimate dream of a lifetime! Everyone wanted to come in!
But for those who had entered, it was a nightmare. They wanted to go out!
Lan Mu, who was in the distance, heard this and was annoyed!
"There is no exit from Shambhala?
I don't believe it!
Even if there is no exit, even if I become a giant beast, I will destroy this place and return to Earth! "
Lan Mu sank into his mind and prepared to choose the color of his next transformation in the Life Orb.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
