Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit

Chapter 57 "Don't Save Me"

Just as Huo Yuhao was pondering, Electrolux suddenly felt his divine sense being repelled by some force.

A fragmented message, seemingly on the verge of disappearing, was transmitted from the dragon's corpse to Elex's consciousness.

"………Leave………"

"The dragon...is not...disgraced."

Electrox's eyes narrowed, and his divine sense quickly locked onto the giant dragon remains in the middle, whose energy characteristics were spatial.

A fragment of divine consciousness was sensed at the head of the dragon.

That divine consciousness was even more fragmented than when Electrox first entered this world!

It was already like a candle flickering in the wind.

It is estimated that it will completely disappear from the world in a few years.

Electrolux immediately said to Huo Yuhao:

"Yuhao, an unexpected situation!"

“The space dragon king in the middle still has a wisp of his divine consciousness left in the world.”

"It is estimated that he still retains fragmented cognitive abilities."

Huo Yuhao was a little surprised. He remembered that the Space Dragon King was a major force behind the death of the Dragon Prince and was torn apart by the Dragon God himself.

How could a fragment of divine consciousness be preserved even under such circumstances?
"Can we continue the conversation?"

Electrolux nodded and said, "I'll give it a try."

"A wisp of life force is needed."

Huo Yuhao nodded, trusting that Elder Yi had his own plans.

Soon, Electrox attempted to transmit a portion of life force from the Gold of Life to that wisp of broken divine consciousness.

This life force allowed his damaged consciousness to stabilize slightly, at least enabling him to have a normal conversation.

"Ok?"

Electrolux was somewhat surprised because he sensed that the life force had been rejected by the other party.

Even if this wisp of life force could help his broken divine consciousness continue for another ten years or so.

"………Thanks……"

"don't want."

"I am guilty of... sin..."

"No... save me..."

"The universe... a trap!"

"Let me die!!!"

The sound, which was similar to Morse code, reached Electrolux's ears and was then shared with Huo Yuhao.

Only the last sentence, "Let him die," is a complete statement.

The individuals in the Sea of ​​Spirit looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Electrolux shook his head and said in an old voice:
"You ultimately lack divine consciousness."

"Those last words were shouted out by him burning fragments of his divine consciousness."

"The will to die and regret filled every corner of the other's consciousness."

"He has a death wish; he is not worth saving."

"Yuhao, don't go there for now."

"The other party is too mentally unstable; we don't know what they might do."

"After this burning, that wisp of the opponent's divine consciousness will completely disappear from the world in a year."

"At that time, these three dragon corpses will be completely no longer a threat, and we can use them with confidence."

"I can even turn them into undead creatures!"

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll go study alchemy."

Electrolux turned back into a small gray ball as soon as he finished speaking.

Surrounded by swirling gray energy, his consciousness fell into deep thought.

Huo Yuhao returned to reality. Since Electrolux had said so, he would wait another year before digging up the three dragon corpses.

I don't lack time at all right now.

Looking at the pile of nonsensical files on the desktop, Huo Yuhao simply used his mental power to imprint them all and then threw them into the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm in his spiritual sea. After evolving, the Heavenly Dream's mental power reached the Spirit Realm, and its thinking speed and calculation ability increased exponentially.

It's more than capable of handling most repetitive document tasks.

This will help offset the fact that my mind has been filled with thoughts of my mother lately.

Huo Yuhao then used his mental power to seal off the office, took out his alchemy notes from his storage soul tool, and used his mental power to make another copy, which he then gave to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm.

Then I started researching techniques with no limits.

Tianmeng saw a pile of documents falling from the sky in the Sea of ​​Spirit, along with an alchemy notebook.

My whole body turned gray.

He silently put on his hood; it was the only thing that could give him some warmth.

Then, using his mental power, he divided his thinking ability in two, using one half to process documents and the other half to ponder alchemy.

The golden tortoiseshell lay in the distance, watching Tianmeng occasionally pull her hair and then attack her right hand with her left.

For the first time, he split his thinking ability in two, with the left brain attacking the right brain.

The golden tortoiseshell now felt that it was pretty good that its parents hadn't passed on any mental attributes to it.

At least it wouldn't be used like a computer. Golden Tortoiseshell chuckled, feeling a bit sleepy, and fell asleep next to Tianmeng.

Tianmeng felt that fate was indeed unfair, as she had to suffer through studying alchemy while also pondering documents.

And this dead turtle, the team's useless bum! A fish that just slacks off!
They can actually lie down and sleep right next to me without any problem!
Tianmeng couldn't help but pull her hood down again to cover her eyes, to prevent the little pearl from falling out suddenly.

"Brother has really shouldered too much."

"You damn turtle, just you wait! Once I learn alchemy, you'll be the first one I get my hands on!"

"And why are these alchemy notes so messy!"

"Some parts are completely nonsensical, and what's the meaning of all this scribbles?!"

Tianmeng immediately put on the mask of pain and began studying while organizing her notes.

Unfortunately, Huo Yuhao's alchemy notes were for his own eyes only.

I never intended to use this notebook to teach others; many parts were written down on a whim.

This often results in a situation where one page discusses the six basic inscriptions, while the next page suddenly becomes a detailed summary of the inscription structure.

Tianmeng will have to suffer a little longer; Huo Yuhao will remember his contributions.

"A technique with no limits..."

Huo Yuhao tapped his head with his pen. To realize this technique, the inscription structure must be based on fire element inscriptions and water element inscriptions.

One improves energy conversion, and the other constructs a space model.

However, the core inscriptions are worth examining.

"Collect Inscriptions, Flip Inscriptions, Compress Inscriptions, Isolate Inscriptions, Cut Inscriptions"

Huo Yuhao wrote down the inscriptions that came to mind one by one on the paper, arranging them in a specific order.

Then, the Lingmou brand brain performs calculations to find the optimal arrangement structure.

Sometimes, when computing power is insufficient, the data is directly transmitted to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, allowing it to allocate a portion of its mental energy to assist in the calculations.

The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm is really useful; its computing power is absolutely comparable to the Quantum Computer 550A.

Being able to have an entire quantum computer to oneself is like heaven for a researcher.

Tianmeng Bingcan felt that she was now a ruthless computing machine, her mind filled with numbers and formulas.

It's either 0 or 1.

He felt like he was about to become nothing.

He could even clearly feel that all his emotions were beginning to fade in the face of these numbers and formulas.

Bingbing, whom I once loved, slowly faded from my mind.

His mind is now too busy to think about those nonsensical romances.

Instead of wasting time thinking about how beautiful Bingbing is, it would be better to use that time to calculate an inscription or process a bunch of files.

Tianmeng Bingcan now finds these formulas and data to be quite aesthetically pleasing.

He got it!
Emotions are nothing but a burden in life! Formulas and data are the ladder of evolution!

　This chapter serves as an apology. Rest assured, everyone, the author truly has no talent for writing politics; I would find it all absurd and would not present it to you for your consideration.

　　OzR (bows)
　　
　
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