Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

A dim light bulb was hung from the ceiling to simulate the light intensity on a cloudy day.

After a week of care, the mycelium in the culture medium has begun to sprout fruiting bodies, and milky white mushrooms are growing on the surface of the wooden box of the culture medium, poking their heads out.

At this time, you can add biomass to the mycelium.

Bacteria absorb the genetic information of organisms and incorporate it into their own genomes.

As the genetic information of these exogenous organisms is interpreted and expressed by the mycelium, corresponding mimic mushrooms will grow on the fungal mat. Their appearance is somewhat similar to the absorbed organisms, while their internal structure is basically the same.

Providing the bacteria with sufficiently diverse biological genes to form a huge genetic information library is a necessary step, and it is not difficult for all players who cultivate all-round bacteria.

The real difficulty lies in the subsequent screening process.

When the mycelium is exposed to specific stimulation, in order to adapt to the environment or meet its own requirements, it will select gene fragments of various traits from the gene library and grow corresponding mimic mushrooms.

However, biological genetic information is so complex that there are a lot of useful and useless traits, which can be called a pile of shit. In this case, it is inevitable that unqualified gene fragments will be picked up from the strains.

This step is like a chef selecting ingredients from a warehouse. If the customer's requirements are vague, the chef's selection will be more random, and there is no guarantee that the dishes will be delicious or unpalatable, or even poisonous or not.

Therefore, the more the cultivator can provide clear and targeted stimulation to the fungus, the closer the final mushrooms will be to his or her requirements.

A large amount of space in "Professor Mushroom Man's Fungus Agronomy" is devoted to describing how to conduct targeted screening of traits.

This process is much more complicated than Father Mendel's method of growing peas.

The book records hundreds of technical specifications for cultivating mushroom varieties. Among them, the most effective type of agricultural technology is to establish communication with the fungus strains, which is highly recommended by Professor Mushroom Man.

There are many different ways to establish communication channels with bacteria.

The orthodox way is to cultivate the mushroom-people race. The so-called mushroom-people are a kind of magical creatures that can produce a special kind of mental spores. Creatures that inhale the spores can establish a consciousness link with the mushroom-people.

Directing the mushroom people to cultivate the required mushroom types is the least troublesome method, but it is not completely without hidden dangers. After all, as intelligent creatures, mushroom people may also feel resentment towards the cultivators, causing the two sides to part ways, and often end up in a war.

In addition to cultivating fungus people, there are also means of communicating with plants, such as druidic magic, which is also the most outstanding agricultural technology.

But if the player has little spellcasting ability, he or she will have to consider some more cold and fierce strategies.

For example, biological nerve cells can be fed to the fungal blanket to cultivate brain mushrooms, giving the fungi the ability to think. Then, chemical and electrical stimulation can be applied to the brain mushrooms to guide the thoughts of the mushroom consciousness and cultivate the desired fungi.

This is essentially a fungal version of brains in a vat. It sounds cool, but the technology actually has a lot of flaws.

First, the threshold is relatively high. Stimulating the brain in the tank is a very profound subject. It is not explained in detail in "Mushroom Agriculture", and players have to purchase and study it separately.

Secondly, the intelligence of brain mushrooms is relatively weak, and it is difficult to improve them. The results of breeding the fungus can only be said to be unsatisfactory; thirdly, brain mushrooms need to consume huge amounts of nutrients in order to think, and they steal food from other fungus species, which is not worth the cost.

The all-round strain has countless advantages, but precisely because it is difficult to cultivate, not many online players can take this path.

Lin Bo didn't dare to make any guarantees and could only take it one step at a time.

He placed his hand on the fungal carpet, feeling the fluctuations of the cellular fluid flowing through the mycelium and listening to their whispers.

"Growing...Eating wood...Wood tastes good...I'm a little thirsty..."

The Night Watchman crushed some raspberry berries he had picked earlier and sprinkled them on the fungal blanket.

"Eating, storing genes...delicious...drinking enough..."

The murmurs of the fungus were crisp and sharp, with a layer of murmurs, like a group of children. Lin Boduo listened for a moment, and the mycelium was already quietly spreading along his palm, and tiny vines were clinging to the mage's fingers.

"Hello... hello... feeder... like..."

Lin Bo smiled slightly and replied in magical language: "Hello."

After obtaining the characteristic of the Listener of All Things, the mage only needs to learn the corresponding language to communicate with all things.

Lin Bo was used to the mumbling of the wind and the sea. Perhaps he had reached the right level, as he could learn one or two new magic words every day and had already acquired the basic ability to say hello.

The furry white fungal carpet seemed to be blown by an invisible wind, and a large area of ​​it fell over imperceptibly. Then, more mycelium happily attached itself to Lin Bo's palm, and it murmured clingily.

"I like it... I'll treat you to... mushrooms!"

In the corner of the fungal mat, a blue-black mushroom emerged. The surrounding mycelium accelerated its supply and ripened quickly. At a speed almost visible to the naked eye, the blue-black mushroom grew rapidly, from the size of a sesame seed to the size of a ping-pong ball before stopping.

The mimic mushroom fell off automatically, emitting a refreshing fruity aroma.

Lin Bo picked it up and put it in his mouth to taste. It was juicy and had a complex flavor. The cranberries, blackberries, and blackthorns that he fed to the fungus were all reflected in this mushroom, and the medicinal properties also underwent new changes in the combination.

[Skill judgment successful]

The proficiency of the Pharmacist's Tongue Identification Skill has increased somewhat.

"good to eat."

Receiving praise, the mycelium swayed gently.

Lin Bo wanted to tease them, so he praised them many times in a row. Every time, the mycelium gave him full joy in return, and he didn't feel perfunctory at all.

"Thirsty... Tired... Likes to be fed... Requests to be fed..."

The night watchman gently brushed off the mycelium stuck on his hands, sprinkled some fertilizer water into the culture medium, and made sure that they had enough nutrients before continuing to build the mushroom garden.

At 2:15 in the afternoon, Lin Bo completed his work for the day. He was still thinking about finding out Gangtie's real name. Considering that the patients in Shita Town might visit the lighthouse while the weather was clear, he did not stay any longer.

"(True Word) Wind."

The wizard stood at the entrance of the cave and activated his spiritual power. The whistling sea breeze gathered and swirled around him.

He tried to increase the wind speed, but the air currents around him became more violent. The seagulls that were resting at the entrance of the cave were blown dizzy and screamed as they fled from the dangerous creature.

The atmosphere is low in density and light, and the total amount of airflow that Lin Bo can sense and mobilize is limited, so he has never been able to lift him up.

With his current ability of words, he could only control one real name at a time. Since he couldn't fly on the wind, Lin Bo didn't force it. He put on the mask, recited his real name, and flew up the cliff.

The seagulls, dazed by the whirlwind, took off into the sky, circling and crying between the blue sky and the sea.

On the northern sea, a small steel motorboat was heading towards the dock of Stone Tower Town. A group of people sitting on the boat were basking in the bright autumn sun and chatting about rumors of shipwrecks, ancient coins and lost treasures.

Suddenly they heard the cry of seagulls and looked towards the sea cliff.

"It's a seagull, a white little creature, so cute." The dignified lady covered her mouth and nose with a whale bone fan.

"This is also a beautiful sight in nature." The professor of archaeology at Capital University handed over a brass telescope. "Look at them."

The lady took the monocular and first observed the white lighthouse standing on the cape. Humans are always fascinated by these buildings built in the wilderness. Then she turned the lens to the sea cliff.

She was surprised, put down the telescope and stared blankly, then quickly raised it again.

"what happened?"

"I thought I saw someone climbing, but now they're gone."

The professor gazed intently. "At this distance, a telescope can't clearly see the specific scene. You may have mistaken a uniquely shaped rock for a human figure. It's a psychological effect."

Viscount Pearl, who was accompanying them, looked at the sea cliff and absolutely did not believe that anyone could climb such a cliff. "It might be some kind of bird."

The lady laughed at her own ignorance and agreed with her companion's opinion.

"Yes, only birds can reach such a steep and dangerous mountain."

Chapter 37: Blowing Iron Flying Blade, the Third Controlling Technique

Back at the lighthouse, no patients had come to visit yet. The fishermen in Stone Tower Town were catching up on their sleep, their wives were mending their nets, the children were locked up in school, and the workers had not yet left work.

Lin Bo turned on the generator to charge Iron One.

He will rely on this robot later, so he feeds it a full meal in advance.

A thick piece of wood and an iron hatchet. The night watchman placed the wood on the ground and handed the hatchet to Iron Guard One.

Recalling this morning, the tin man was messing around with his tools, making a clanging sound very energetically, so Lin Bo hoped that this guy would be more smart and take the initiative to chop wood.

Perhaps it was because he was frightened by the waves created by the wizard's mantra, that even though Iron Guard was holding a hatchet, he was very honest and did not dare to touch the wood.

Lin Bo had no choice but to take back the hatchet, symbolically chopped the wood a few times, leaving a few marks, and then handed the knife back.

With his active demonstration, the intelligent core of Iron Guard judged Lin Bo's intention and began to imitate it actively.

"Very good." The night watchman watched happily as the Iron Guard began to chop wood with the hatchet.

He tied the silk thread he had prepared in advance to the handle of the knife, held one end in his hand and stretched it straight, and with the skill of diagnosing pulses by hanging a thread, he began to sense the language of steel.

Lin Bo slowly exhaled and fell into a state of suspended animation.

Benedict! Benedict!

As the steel struck the wood, its gentle, powerful vibrations transformed into words, only to be drowned out by the wood's complaints. Lin Bo was able to glimpse the True Name rune in the silence.

It becomes clearer and clearer, and brighter and brighter.

Once he mastered the true name of Steel, it would not only mean that Lin Bo could train the Fierce Control Technique with confidence, but also that he would have an additional important means of combat.

Riding steel into the air to attack, the killing power must be far greater than that of flesh and blood, and it is easy to chop off the enemy's head from a hundred steps away.

With this method of attack, Lin Bo no longer has to recite his true name every time he fights, greatly reducing the risk of leaks.

Tap! Click!

After a crisp sound, the rhythmic chopping was interrupted. The Iron True Name that was about to fully manifest in Lin Bo's mind gradually dimmed, and no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he could not catch up.

He had to quit meditation.

Opening his eyes, he saw that Iron Guard had at some point stood the wood upright and chopped it down along the growth line with the blade. In just a few strokes, he split it in half.

"You should continue chopping." Lin Bo was helpless. He deliberately placed the wood horizontally to make it difficult for the hatchet to chop, but Iron Guard's autonomous learning behavior corrected the night watchman's mistake.

The two sides couldn't speak the same language, and it was completely confusing. Iron Guard One, self-righteously completing his mission, released the hilt of his sword, and quietly stood back to the wall.

The wizard held the silk thread in his hand, and the hatchet at the other end fell to the ground. He threw the silk thread away, took a deep breath, and let the frustration of failure dissipate from his heart.

Perhaps replacing a stronger piece of wood or a duller knife would have changed the outcome. It would simply be a matter of starting over. Most work in the world is repetitive, and encountering minor setbacks on the path of mage training is perfectly normal.

Lin Bo has tried three times, at the Shipbuilder, at the East Cliff Grottoes, and now at the Lighthouse, and all three attempts to find out Steel's true name have been unsatisfactory.

He couldn't help but wonder if his luck was just that bad?

No, this has nothing to do with luck. True name detection has a fixed and clear process. If the result is not satisfactory, instead of blaming it on luck, it is better to reflect on the mistakes in the method.

The night watchman walked to the window and looked out at the sea. He had drilled a hole in the wooden window frame with an electric drill, and air was blowing in. He was going to connect the wires to this hole.

After a busy few nights, Lin Bo has set up and debugged the electrical equipment on the third floor, ensuring that the current output by the generator is stable enough. Now he can officially lay the circuit.

He planned to run the wires from the window of the mechanical room on the third floor, extend them downward along the outer wall of the lighthouse, and then pass through the windows on the first and second floors to connect to the interior. This way, there would be no need to damage the walls and floors, only holes would need to be drilled in a few window frames.

There were some sawdust left over from drilling on the windowsill, and a small iron knife that had been left there at some point.

This is a small knife used for opening oysters.