Above Destiny

Chapter 839 My super intelligence tells me that I should use my super bull and horse!

The most awful thing in the world is having someone force you to slap them when you're at your happiest.

If there's anything worse than this, it's that you can't beat him in a slap...

Every time I just start to respect you, you start talking!
Faced with Ji Jue's classic strategy of giving a sweet treat followed by a barking dog, Lou Feng stared straight at Ji Jue, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something but couldn't: You're really not going to put on an act, are you?

Is it really that hard to be an honest person?

After all, with so many local specialties from Youxuan as a greeting gift and amulet, Lou Feng finally retained some service attitude this time. He didn't even check the cards in his hand, skipped the process of shining my shoes, waved, and turned to walk to the front.

We went to the experimental area of ​​the workshop.

Lou Feng walked at the front, passing through rows of open doors, turning left and right.

The basement of Coast Technology's office building had long been dug into a maze by him, with countless traps and precautions. Ji Jue was amazed, feeling that the old man's paranoia was a bit too much.

My own experimental area is right next door, so all this precautions seem a bit unnecessary. Doesn't this just prevent me from visiting when I have nothing better to do?
The thought that his sincere heart was always shining on the gutter filled Ji Jue with sighs and lamentations.

Then, instinctively, I looked left and right.

Focus on scouting the location.

"As per your request, I rushed it out and, after canceling everything else, revised it to the fourth version. I just finished it two days ago. You'd better not tell me that the first version is the best, you idiot."

Lou Feng turned around and glared at Ji Jue—this bastard's hand was almost touching his security system; he wasn't even pretending anymore.

"Ah, well, a few modifications and suggestions can also help improve one's abilities!" Ji Jue's eyes widened, and he said in a loud voice, "I am Master Rongguan. Countless people outside would pay money to ask me for guidance, but they still can't get it."

"Then please get out of here as soon as you've finished looking at your things, okay?"

Lou Feng didn't respond at all, and instead pointed to the storage cabinet:
"The prototype is right here."

A ray of light rose from the platform, and the creation sealed within finally revealed its form—it looked like a multi-legged mechanical spider, but each limb was so slender and long that it seemed to sway in the wind.

Within the intricate layers of spiritual structure, a chip, encased within a mechanical structure smaller than the palm of your hand, quietly shimmers with a faint light.

It's clear that a lot of effort has been put into it; there's nothing superfluous inside or out. The different structures complement each other, resulting in a simple and understated design—not too much, not too little.

Just right.

"It's practically art!"

Ji Jue stared intently, marveling at the internal structure and the theories employed. After a long while, he asked, "Are there any experimental records?"

"If it doesn't exist, how can it be considered a prototype?"

Lou Feng snapped his fingers, and numerous records appeared from the workshop's projection, unfolding past scenes before Ji Jue's eyes.

The robotic arm on the operating table moved fluidly, easily gliding across the surgeon's back, separating flesh and revealing the spine.

The prototype was activated and unfolded, climbing over the wound like a living thing. Once it found its mark, its limbs pierced into the flesh and intertwined with the nerves. Finally, the entire prototype was attached to the spine, becoming one with the surgeon.

What followed was a brief period of suturing and healing.

Five minutes later, the original horrific wound was no longer visible; only a crystal was exposed on the skin, as if it were naturally formed.

"The materials used are based on hospital technology, which minimizes rejection and ensures that they can integrate with the user, minimizing any potential problems."

As for the effects, see here.

Lou Feng flicked his finger again, opening another video.

"Visual detection is normal, sensory detection is normal, and there are no problems with spatial perception... Relax, it's normal to feel dizzy at first. Just stay calm and don't panic."

Lou Feng's voice came from off-screen as the camera focused on the patient who had just undergone surgery: "Could you briefly describe how you felt?"

"Ah, um, it's just... a bit strange, I feel unsteady on my feet."

The person involved in the experiment shook his head, seemingly feeling the urge to vomit, and took a deep breath: "I feel a bit heavy, like there's something extra on my body, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"It's normal. Your nerves and senses will perceive that a new limb has appeared, but your body itself has not changed, so this illusion will occur before you get used to it."

Lou Feng asked, "Do you see the table over there?"

"Yes, I see it."

"Describe it."

"A plate, an... apple? And a robotic arm next to it?" The experimenter rubbed his eyes. "What is this?"

"Very good. Now, sit here and use your mind to operate that robotic arm to pick up the apple."

"what?"

The experimenter looked bewildered at the camera, "W-how do I do this? I..."

"You can do it, as long as you want to." Lou Feng reminded him: "The communication between spiritual signals is smooth. You don't need to understand the specific principles. You just need to understand that you can do it."

Now, don't waste time, do it. You have to believe, believe in yourself.

The experimenter was completely bewildered, staring intently at the robotic arm, muttering to himself and gesturing wildly with his hands, but the arm remained unresponsive. He sighed, about to speak, when he heard Lou Feng's voice: "If you can't do that, forget about reducing your sentence."

But if you succeed, I can also get them to move you to a single cell for the remainder of your sentence, and reduce your daily workload by half.

"Huh?" The experimenter turned around in surprise, incredulous.

Lou Feng added, "There's meat with every meal."

In that instant, the experimenter's eyes almost lit up. He turned around and stared straight at the robotic arm, his face flushed, veins bulging on his forehead. He kept waving his arm and muttering to himself.

Ji Jue, on the other hand, clicked his tongue in amazement. He thought Lou Shao's tactics were getting dirtier and dirtier, and wondered who he had learned them from.

But just as he was leisurely examining it, the mechanical arm on the table suddenly moved!
It trembled and swayed incessantly, as if in a spasm.

It was as if it had finally found its footing and learned how to move this newly acquired limb. With a trembling, almost Parkinson's-like motion, the mechanical arm actually managed to push the apple slightly.

After many stumbling and bumping along the way, I finally crushed the plate and held the apple in my hand.

Such a simple action was enough to make the test subjects cheer, but Lou Feng remained calm: "Very good, next item, change the test subject."

Next, a car was placed in front of him.

After a ten-minute attempt, the car actually started in the hands of the experimenter, and successfully shifted gears, started moving, and reversed into the parking space.

Although there are some deviations and inconsistencies, it is clear that the use of the prototype is becoming increasingly smooth.

The experiment began with increasingly stringent measures.

Operate robotic arms on the assembly line, control the take-off and landing of drones and sense the messages transmitted back, while maintaining drone following while driving, locking onto a set target while operating three drones, and even controlling the machine gun turret at the other end.

Among the numerous video fragments, the experimenter's control gradually became proficient, to the point that it was as if he were controlling himself, guiding an exoskeleton through layers of obstacles and through a maze, finally reaching the destination, all through the observation window.

"Haha, I did it! I did it!!!"

Just as the experimenter was gesturing wildly, Lou Feng's last words rang out: "Okay, you can lie back down now... get a good night's sleep, and everything will be over when you wake up."

"Oh, right, Fairy, execute the memory erasure and bring me the next one..."

"..."

In the silence, Ji Jue turned to look at Lou Feng, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something. Lou Feng remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

"Old Lou." Ji Jue hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Ok?"

"You're a real scoundrel."

"Each each other."

Lou Feng sneered: "Just tell me if it was successful or not! The external control module you requested, half a month, four different versions of requirements... Only I could pull it off. If it were anyone else, even a god couldn't handle it!"

To be honest, that's true.

The Lou family's long-term cultivation and transformation, and their accumulation and foundation in the manipulation of spiritual matter, are indeed among the top in the entire world. In addition, Lou Feng's research and transformation of the embers, as well as the existence of the Fly King and the enhancement of the three-phase alchemy, make it a natural outcome.

As Ji Jue requested, the external module that could access the soul and connect to the Paradise's control system was something that other places and craftsmen might not be able to achieve in half a month, or even three or five years.

They have now completed the crucial first step.

Through the Creator Spirit within the external module, anyone can communicate with, interfere with, and control other creations equipped with the Lord of the Flies, and manipulate other devices.

The small prototype may seem insignificant, but it is actually a crucial breakthrough for the next stage of the Fly King system, with unlimited potential!
Ji Jue praised him without reservation: "Old Lou, well done!"

"I advise you not to be too happy too soon."

Lou Feng still had a long face: "The reason why the prototype is called a prototype is because it is still far from mass production... You should know that in order to facilitate the operation and interpretation of the prototype, all the experimental personnel have undergone special adaptation and adjustment."

To minimize the difficulty of interpretation and reaction time, otherwise, with the current level of technological accumulation, each action would require at least two to three seconds to react.

Three seconds?

Ji Jue raised an eyebrow slightly: "Can't it be shortened?"

"The Spirit of the Fly has the ability to learn and adapt. If used for a long time, the latency can be reduced to about one second."

This is the limit if a complete overhaul isn't implemented.

"It's still too slow."

Ji Jue couldn't help but shake his head.

Sometimes, even half a second of reaction time is too slow when situations change. If the delay is that high, the practicality will be greatly reduced, and precise control will be out of the question.

He activated his superhuman intelligence, turned around, looked at Lou Feng, and began barking like a dog:
Can't you think of a solution?

(End of this chapter)