I Really Don’t Want To Be A Calamity

The latest URL: The name... Just call it "Baozhu".

Yi Lin has always been satisfied with his taste in naming.

Simple and easy to remember, catchy, easy to understand, elegant and popular.

In the end, Yi Lin still didn't tell Molly the real purpose of this batch of explosive beads.

Anyway, there is a lot of debt, and it doesn't hurt to owe a few pens, so Yi Lin is cheeky and troubles Molly to order a small piece of equipment according to his request.

When Molly heard that, Yi Lin seemed determined to owe debts until the end of time. Panting with rage Di Balabala pointed at Yi Lin's nose, but finally she didn't know what to do. The reason was agreed.

Yi Lin silently gave Molly a like.

Yi Lin successfully put all the explosive beads into the storage space, which made Yi Lin completely relieved.

But because the box seems to contain too complex electronic components, it exceeds the threshold of the "tower" and cannot be included in the storage space.

But this is not important.

There is no concept of "gravity" in storage space. After all the cracked beads are "squeezed" into a corner, it only occupies the space of 1/4/2021.

Except for the ancient blade of the Xiao Shisan card, which is a bit inconvenient, the other props are stored in the form of "cards". The storage space of about one cubic meter is barely enough.

Looking at the bursting beads piled up in the storage space, Yi Lin couldn't help but laugh.

……

The next inner world trial is becoming more and more urgent.

Of course, Yi Lin is no longer a rookie regardless of his previous life or this life, and his two-life experience is no longer a rookie, and his mentality is very calm. Sweating.

Everything from the heart.

While in Molly's laboratory, Yi Lin intends to seize the time and try to familiarize himself with the new skills and develop "that ability".

Yi Lin feels more secure only with more and more cards.

After all,

skills like [Bloodthirsty Disaster] can only be placed at the end. At the end of the last, it is impossible to play around like [Disaster Spreader].

At present, Yi Lin does not dare to squander chaos value at will.

If nothing happens, the next upgrade that is stuffed into the module should be [Bat Motor].

Yi Lin has several points of anticipation, what kind of existence will the Bat Motorcycle that originally belonged to Bruce Wayne become after it turns into [Apocalypse Mount].

Can you fly?

Will it still be transformed?

Or can it breathe fire?

Maybe you can drink beer?

Just when Yi Lin neglect sleep and forget about food, he worked tirelessly to develop his abilities.

Old Pan walked in directly, his face full of sadness.

He rubbed the baseball bat in his hand from time to time. It seemed that the smooth touch made Lao Pan gradually addicted.

Every time Yi Lin sees Lao Pan's movements, he feels that "I don't know if I should say something inappropriate".

If Old Pan knew why the other end of the stick was so slippery and slippery, would he break down?

Thinking about it this way, Yi Lin decided to kill him without telling the story.

Forever.

"What's wrong?"

Yi Lin asked casually.

Pan Xiaozheng sighed: "I may really be useless."

Yi Lin thought for a while: "You have always been useless?"

Pan Xiaozheng lifted the stick slightly, as if he was hesitating whether to knock a stick on Yi Lin's face.

What nonsense!

But Pan’s thought arose a little, and he quickly lowered his head listlessly: "I feel that I can't enter the'inner world' this time."

Yi Lin smiled.

I was worried about this.

In the apostle forum, there are many cute new people who are worried all day long, worried that they will die in the next inner world.

Pan Xiaozheng is doing well, but worried about not being able to get in.

Pan Xiaozheng’s situation is really unimaginable. Yi Lin is also unheard-of, let alone a solution, so he can only comfort him casually: "Don’t worry, my time is about the same as you, I I haven't entered yet, maybe you will be able to enter by then."

After counting, it is estimated that it will be in the past few days.

Yi Lin calculated silently.

Old Pan was frustrated: "Oh~~~~"

Huh?

Wait.

Yi Lin suddenly lifts the head.

gave Old Pan a deep look.

His "that skill" is just in its infancy, and it is not convenient for Zhengshou to try it on himself...

Isn't this just a suitable candidate!

Actually, this is not Yi Lin deliberately trying to kill Pan Xiaozheng.

It’s just...

Because this time, the spirit attribute is still too low, the condensed "that" always makes Yi Lin feel that it lacks a bit of flavor, if you rush to try it on yourself , In case something comes out, no one else can solve it.

"Well, Lao Pan, I actually have a way, but I don't know if you dare to try it."

Yi Lin has a serious expression and said slowly.

"?"

Old Pan stroking the stick and looking at Yi Lin's serious and focused expression, he slowly raised a question mark.

……

……

Ten minutes later.

Yi Lin made some simple preparations.

A small notebook, a pen.

You can record the changes in Old Pan.

"In order to guard against the unexpected, you put away your stick first."

Yi Lin's eyes twitched slightly, looking at the stick in Old Pan's hand, always It feels a little weird.

Lao Pan didn't feel surprised either, anyway, there were no enemies around, so he put away the stick.

"And..."

"?"

"Wash your hands and clean them."

"?? ?"

Finally.

The preparation is complete.

Yi Lin wrote "Round.1" on the header of the first page of the notebook very seriously.

Well, whatever you want is fine, don't be serious, as long as you can understand it.

Seeing that Yi Lin was taking notes very seriously, Old Pan suddenly reacted: "Wait, are you experimenting with me?"

"en? This was all discovered by you." Already ?"

Yi Lin slightly smiled.

"..."

"Actually, it is not an experiment. I am sure. Although there may be some twists and turns in the process, the success rate is still quite large. Believe me, Do you think I made a calculation error?"

Old Pan squinted, looking at Yi Lin's sincere eyes, still has several points of uncertainty: "Are you sure you won't cheat me?"

Yi Lin laughed blankly: "You are just a mobile warehouse now, maybe you will not become a box, what good is it for me to cheat you? In short, this is a win-win experiment, I am sure ."

In the last four words, Yi Lin bites hard and emphasizes it.

Lao Pan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was indeed the case.

Whether it was at the end of Gotham City or the "Zhang Huichun Incident" in Huating City, Yi Lin gave him the image of calm pitting everyone out, which really impressed Lao Pan.

And... what Yi Lin said seems to make sense!

He has been abolished for so long now. Instead of going on like this, it is better to let Yi Lin toss.

Maybe I can toss "Pan Zhengyi" back.

"That... OK."

Out of the limited trust in Yi Lin, Lao Pan decided to give up resistance and enjoy silently.

Actually.

For Yi Lin, if it weren't for compelled by circumstances, he didn't want to expose this new ability in front of anyone.

But helpless, Yi Lin is really not sure when the spirit attribute is still not up to standard, so he will use this ability on himself first.

Moreover, if you say that the best candidate for the experiment...In fact, it should be the classmate Li Erpang, after all, he is more resistant to beatings and tossing.

It's just that Little Fatty has a more savvy personality, and it is not profitable. If Little Fatty is allowed to know about this, it is estimated that the killing will not be close to the area where Yi Lin is located.

As for the little brother Li Changge?

Yi Lin is really afraid of tossing Li Changge to death.

So after thinking about it, Pan Xiaozheng, who is full of troubles, has become the best candidate for the experiment.

"Um... sit down."

Old Pan sit down and sit down.

Yi Lin started to use his abilities.

As Yi Lin becomes more focused, Yi Lin's fingers gradually converge, as if the power of thought is on the inch of the fingertip, forming a tiny vortex.

Yi Lin closes his eyes and controls the vortex on his fingertips according to the feeling of the past, imagining the power of thought as the substance, and then gradually gathers towards the center of the "vortex", the rotation speed becomes slower and slower, the more The slower the coming...and the density of the power of thought is getting denser.

Finally!

Yi Lin opened his eyes.

"It's finished!"

Yi Lin sighed in relief. In perception, on Yi Lin's fingertips, there is a "needle" that is in essence, like the hands of a clock , Slowly turning on Yi Lin's fingertips.

But from Lao Pan's perspective, Yi Lin seems to just stand up a finger and make an expression of constipation, with cold sweat on his forehead from time to time.

"?"

Seeing Yi Lin opened his eyes again, Old Pan couldn't feel what had happened on his fingertips.

――“Read the needle”.

This is one of the abilities that Yi Lin once developed after mastering the power of thought in another future.

But the true use of this ability does not lie in the "acupuncture" itself.

It's--

"The shape is similar, but it can't be compressed more finely..." Yi Lin uses the fastest speed to feel the "needle" turning on his fingertips "Comparing the difference with the "full version", while slowly said: "Although it is a bit thicker and a bit crooked, the'nianzhen' should be between the real and the real in theory, and it should be usable too..."

"I just don't know... how much deviation will be produced after the poke."

Read the needle?

Poke?

Crooked?

Should it work?

Pan Xiaozheng's ears tremble slightly, and Yi Lin's self-talk that hasn't deliberately lowered his voice is brought into his ears.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait, you tell me first -???"

Perceive, aim, read the needle, go!

Yi Lin slightly smiled, with a flick of his finger, he didn’t intend to give Lao Pan a chance to hesitate and put forward his opinions. A certain "point" fiercely poked in.

Pan Xiaozheng's words were only halfway through, and they stopped abruptly.

Suddenly.

Lao Pan's eyes were confused for a moment, but at the next moment, he suddenly stood up from his chair.

Suddenly.

Suddenly.

With another jerk, head up and feet down, fiercely hit the ceiling.

Boom――

Pop.

Yi Lin blankly watched Lao Pan fall from the ceiling, then silently, under "Round.1", drew an XY axis, using the simplest coordinates. The system records the deviation data of the "castrated version of the needle".

Then immediately turned another page.

――Write "Round.2".

Old Pan was thrown into confusion by this sudden rise.

What happened to the fat just now?

Why did it suddenly fly?

He just wanted to stand up just now?

Old Pan looked dumbfounded.

Wait.

In other words, am I still there?

In other words, Pan Zhengyi did not come back?

To be more precise, am I still useless?

Pan Xiaozheng's head was knocked groggy and soon came back to his senses, he suddenly bounced from the ground, a hole broke in his forehead, and blood was bleeding chi chi.

He wanted to take out the stick skillfully.

"You can explain it to me--"

Perceive, aim, read the needle, walk!

Yi Lin's "needle reading" condensed gradually faster. Old Pan hadn't reacted yet, and the second shot had already been poked at "another point" again.

"???"