Another string reel from Bandoli

Normally, Xian Juangan could perform a three-stick flow even with the third screwdriver in his mouth. However, given his current poor condition and the location of the attack at the back of his head, he lacked confidence in the perfect three-stick flow option. He needed someone else to replace his trembling mouth.

The strange extractor, originating from a magical dimension populated by elves and orcs, was used by his mentors to torture a particular "self." Its setup was extremely complex, requiring two people to operate it simultaneously to prevent escape. Furthermore, the second person had to be cleverly contrived to prevent two "selves" from collaborating in the dismantling operation.

Xian Juangan had to copy and manufacture this device, which had a complex design and structure that he couldn't even understand. He could only reduce the materials.

After all, the actual extraction equipment, in the mentors' multiverse, is a registered trademark of the finite curve full dimension prohibited invention.

And apparently at least his mentors had little interest in replicating the equipment.

Wafers are not expensive, what matters is the rare specimen.

Xian Juan Gan had no choice but to resort to this last resort.

After complicated operations.

The two of them grabbed the mechanical object and pulled with all their might. With a wet sound, the tentacles, like dreadlocks, were ripped out by the roots and flung away violently.

Its eight probes activated with a series of eight sharp clicks, and the implant seemed to come alive, eight small lights flashing silently in sequence along its long tentacles.

Toyama Kasumi immediately grabbed a metal baseball bat and swung it at the still-moving strange, worm-like creature. The bat hit the center of the strange, deliberately fragile machine, rendering it unable to function and leaking a crimson antibiotic fluid.

Finally feeling refreshed.

"Is it necessary to use such a troublesome weird thing every time?" Kasumi Toyama poked the mechanical body that was still twitching and sparking with a baseball bat.

"As long as I don't want to undergo prosthetic limb transformation and want to be a real living person, I have to use this kind of borderline garbage." Xian Juangan said weakly while lying on the sofa.

Xian Juangan had seen many plans for prosthetic limbs and mechanical transformations, but he was human, a pure, ordinary human. He didn't want to follow those "masters" and transform himself into a level three or higher auto-enhanced semi-cyberman.

Groping for the big hole in the back of his skull where the pink patches were clearly visible, Xian Juangan, who was grimacing and wailing in the cold wind, persisted in his last act of stubbornness.

The sprayed antibiotic coagulant temporarily solidified the pink block in the hole and prevented it from flowing out, but it was obvious that the superhuman could not maintain this state forever.

The glass bottle that had been prepared long ago and was flowing with golden light was opened. The golden energy particles that floated out filled the hole in the skull. Like a science fiction movie, the white skull was repaired, new flesh grew, and even the scalp and the lost golden hair were reborn and restored to their original state in the blink of an eye.

String liver has a grape-colored future dimension. Acupuncture injection can treat trauma, but when suturing bone injuries, there will be some pain like bone reorganization and explosion.

The liver does not like unnecessary pain.

So he used a modified version of biological energy that replicated that of a mysterious alien race.

There was no record of the specific name, just an alien race unique to the hometown dimension of one of the "mentors", who was despised by the mentor as a group of the most boring Long Island Iced Tea aliens in the science fiction world.

Based on this evaluation, it is hard not to suspect that the instructors in this dimension are too disgusted to want to remember names seriously.

Although strictly speaking this biological energy is not a native ability of this alien race, it is obvious that the mentor of this dimension has modified the underlying genetic sequence to improve and optimize it.

He also cheated a little, using a roundabout way to obtain a replica of this magical energy substance.

Alien genetic DNA is also a series of data codes. Only the most intelligent mammals in the entire galaxy could spend their entire lives memorizing the simplest genetic genealogy of a single alien species, and only the most insane lunatics in the galaxy would attempt to forcibly memorize the alien biological code stream.

Unfortunately, there really are some crazy people like that. And they are far more than just the smartest people in the entire galaxy.

It may not even be the smartest among mammals.

Maybe dinosaurs need to be excluded here in some dimensions.

Although the current string-rolled liver couldn't perfectly replicate several codon streams to create alien life, it could at least simply produce some derivative byproducts. Otherwise, with the types of resources currently available on Earth, coupled with his manual skills, which were comparable to those of a disabled person compared to his mentors.

I would have been forced to skip grades and go to an Ivy League school like Yale University to live an ordinary life. After working hard all my life, I could only strive for a pathetic future of being the smartest ordinary person on Earth.

But it would be better to kill him now than to live such a boring life.

He clapped his hands to his face, trying to clear his head. Pain always brought the most real and direct stimulation. Even though he had only spent half a day experiencing the most intense and direct stimulation that humans could theoretically endure.

The strongest storage tank was taken out from the shattered strange mechanical body.

I haven't done this in a while, and the specifications for the new ones I made were miscalculated.

The rich liquid in the solidified storage tank, which emitted a bright gray glow, shook and found that it was about the same as estimated.

"Wafer biscuit coating again? What color and flavor is this? Is it blueberry sorbet or grape soda?" Toyama Kasumi looked at the bottle in distress, trying to guess the flavor by associating it with the wafer coating she had obtained in the past.

"Sour Plum Hard Candy"

Xian Juangan placed his left palm against the wall to authenticate his palm print, triggering a hidden device. Invisible surveillance scanned his irises, and the living room wall unfolded into an entire refrigerator emitting icy air, filled with various refrigerated drinks and refrigerated but not drinkable "drinks". The last row was filled with solidified silicone cans flashing in different colors. Xian Juangan placed the new silicone bottle into the empty fourth compartment.

It’s better not to expose the basement.

Ignoring the can of Malflin containing a sample of blue carapace hooks, the tied-up and wriggling black and white tentacles, the cloned biological body that looked like a battery, and other strange things, he subconsciously touched the bottle of cherry-flavored Dr. Pepper.

He smacked his lips, then thought about the messed-up weather conditions. He couldn't drink it in front of her, so he put it back. He adjusted a button, and the cold drink wall rose, revealing a specially treated hot drink on the other side.

The tip of his tongue licked his dry lips quietly, and he held the hot aluminum-shelled can of coffee nonchalantly, his slender fingers hooked around the can ring.

The warm and bitter black coffee flows down my throat. Although it is not iced, I finally feel alive.

"What do you want to drink?" Xianjuangantou also asked another 2 Eryin彡)g]貳no reply, asking

"Of course, it's the Kasumi special drink made with melon soda and orange juice!"

Xian Juangan took a deep breath and pushed aside the flaming lava meat in the silicone bottle in front of him. He poured a cup of hot cocoa from the thermos cup holding the purple crystal block. The dark green-striped white square watch on his left wrist accidentally bumped against the edge, leaving a scratch on the silicone bottle.

"Give me your adventure points card." Xianjuan Gan sighed helplessly and handed over the hot cocoa, while asking Toyama Kasumi for her points card.

"Yeah! The points have increased!" Kasumi Toyama took Coco and took out a blue points card from her pocket.

"Not this one, the red one."

Sharp-eyed Xianjuan pulled another red points card from Toyama Kasumi's pocket, who had just pulled out her points card, and pressed a fingerprint on it. The red paper points card, however, changed its numbers like a liquid screen.

The number that was originally negative 13 became negative 11.

"Try it 21 more times and your points will be full," Xianjuan Gan said reluctantly.

"It's my fault this time. I made you come back early from that Xinjiang's house." Xianjuan Gan paused and his voice became softer and softer.

I was overconfident. In an effort to finish this boring flower arrangement class quickly, I cranked up the extractor's intensity too much, thinking I could hold out. But my body was still too weak.

"It's okay! Xin-chan is very generous. She even asked the mysterious men in black in her family to drive me back and asked me a lot of questions about you! Hehehe! The car body is really long!" Toyama Kasumi sipped the hot cocoa, breathing comfortably from time to time, feeling very comfortable.

She was enjoying afternoon tea and a giant croquette in her mansion when her classmate, Xin, invited her to form a band. She said everyone else was having so much fun forming bands and she wanted to join in, so she rushed over right after receiving the call. Yumei wanted to come too, but she tricked her into staying behind to appease the others.

Xianjuan Gan was quite depressed. This afternoon, he realized that all the friends he knew who he could call for help in an emergency and who were almost the same age were actually in bands. Although he had pushed some of them into trouble.

Mocha was called in for practice at short notice and is still in the studio. It's said that the demonic lead singer forced them to stay put tonight, taking advantage of the operating hours of different livehouses and moving them around to practice all night in multiple studios. Their current lead singer is Yugaoka, who is she? Is she Ako's sister? Mocha doesn't often talk to him about the band. She's not very close to the other four members and isn't sure where they stand in the group. She'll talk to Mizukari in class tomorrow about why this is so excessive.

Yazi also has a band activity today. Is it really necessary to join that roadside band that doesn't even have a guitarist and can only rely on guitar synthesizer sound, and has just over 200 followers?

The phone on Yumei's end was filled with chattering noises. In the background, I could only hear someone saying, "Let's make everyone in the world smile! Let's form a band together! Happyluck!" "This is a dream!" "Yeah!" ... The last "Yeah" sounded familiar to me.

Ichigaya? I've never heard of her playing in a band, but given her nerdy energy, forget it.

Hikawa Japanese food? Off campus, not familiar.

After making a lot of calls, I could only call this side.

Xianjuangan pretended to be calm and asked, "Did that Xinjiang invite you to form a band?" He kept fiddling with the empty coffee can.

"Yes"

Toyama Kasumi smiled nonchalantly, "But I refused!"

"Isn't it good? You and that... Xinjiang get along pretty well, don't you?" Xianjuan Gan said in a light tone.

"I want to play in a band, but I have to find my own members! Saaya has decided to join!" Toyama Kasumi spoke passionately and crisply without hesitation.

"Huh? What about your academic performance? How do you have time to study when you're playing in a band?" Xianjuan Gan's tone became heavier, and he became a little anxious.

"Hey, then please ask Liver Paste to use the bad-to-good spray or memory noodles on me..."

"I refuse!" Xian Juangan interrupted the conversation and said like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Don't rely on props to cheat for everything! I won't help you with this matter anymore!"

"If you can't balance two things by yourself, then just do one thing at a time. If you fail in your studies, I will tell my aunt." For some reason, Xianjuan Gan felt anxious and his voice rose three degrees.

"I will work hard!"

"I'm not encouraging you!"

The feeling of a punch hitting cotton was unbearable. He tossed the coffee can into the trash can and wiped his hands. He frowned slightly, feeling a little disappointed and confused.

"Anyway!"

Xianjuan Gan pointed at Toyama Kasumi with a determined expression.

"I will definitely not attend your live performances! And I will definitely not help you with this!"

"yeah!"

"Sure enough, that person in the background voice on Yumei's phone was you! It was you who abducted Yumei to that Xinchan's house!"

"Ahahaha, exposed!"

"Don't be so proud! It's fine if you just asked Yumei to form a band, but why did you ask someone else to join? Is it because their character attributes are duplicated? Do you want to play bass too?"

He said it clumsily. He said everything he could say, like a child, exposing a side of himself that he wouldn't show to others.

Really, clumsy... my childhood

Currently available information:

Toyama Kasumi's achievement in gaining a favorable impression of Genmaki Gan

Fourth grade → 100 (Friendliness) fully upgraded!

Fifth grade → 100 (family) full UP!

Junior high school third year → 0 (love) New!

First year of high school → 85 (family) ↓

Toyama Asuka (second to third grade) → 100 (family)!

Chapter 17 The Cold Dead

From inside Xianjuan's house, a rhythmic trembling and scorching sound drifted out, two fluctuating sounds, one near, one far, creating a quiet cacophony in the room. Spring is typically a dull season, but with the aftermath, it felt as cold as a winter breeze. Even if it could dispel the heat from my body, it couldn't dispel the heat from my heart.

Two women and one man were busy in the kitchen... screwing screws.

Although it was mainly the men who were practicing, Toyama Asuka was anxiously waiting nearby. Toyama Kasumi was practicing air guitar.

Xian Juan, with a perfunctory look on his face, held the sonic screwdriver and tried to repair the half-damaged gourmet tablecloth.

Under the blue light, the charred areas on the damaged gourmet tablecloth were recovering visibly.

But inside the tablecloth, there are delicate and complex mechanical parts that wear out...

High-order predictive simulations and quantum sensors are basically obsolete.

Air element fixtures disabled.

The most important photon force conversion engine is half damaged.

At least seven hundred synapses of circuit boards and neural components, large and small, that had been burned out by the overload of converting water into croquette production needed to be repaired.

Only the super alloy NZ coating on the outer shell, which serves as the core protective layer, is relatively intact.

Xianjuan Gan had no idea how the gourmet tablecloth could work under such circumstances.

Originally, with the reservation plan, repairing the gourmet tablecloth was not a priority for him. And today, all three of them were hungry.

Ms. Kaori Toyama is a housewife who, even in this day and age when meal kits are rampant and her children actually have a secret gourmet tablecloth that is unique in the world, still insists on cooking by herself instead of just heating up meal kits and handing them out.

Tonight, the housewife is disqualified.

I forgot to leave food for the three children at home.

When the last club gathering was over, Asuka Toyama returned home from school and planned to search in her refrigerator for the lunch box left by her mother, who had accompanied Mr. Toyama at the hospital and had not contacted her until the next day, as usual, and heat it up for dinner for the three of them, who were actually siblings.

Then, facing the empty refrigerator with only a bottle of dashi (bonito dashi seasoning) left, he fell into deep thought.

There wasn't even any animal crackers left over from last Halloween costume party.

This led to the current situation.

"Ah - it seems that the gourmet tablecloth cannot be repaired tonight." Xian Juangan read in a sticky voice, threw away the sonic screwdriver in his hand, spread his hands behind his back to declare surrender.

It would be easier for him to just make a new one for the damaged area.

"Damn it, even if the gourmet tablecloth can't be repaired, we won't eat those alien ingredients... Please be serious..."

Even the usually reserved Toyama Asuka felt a little uneasy and angry.

Although Toyama Asuka hadn't experienced the live food test that the other victims had, the Toyama family had once promised to cook for them themselves. To everyone's anticipation, the Toyama family served a platter of genuine Earth-style home-cooked ingredients, including a large platter of wriggling meat, half-cut octopus sushi that crawled up and stared at everyone with its eerie, large eyes, kale that could jump and slap people, and a thick soup that looked like a baby embryo.

He was included in the list of people prohibited from entering the kitchen.

Although her father said the dish tasted great after trying it, Toyama Asuka still had a hurdle in her heart.