Early in the morning, Xiang Fan was sitting cross-legged in front of his old network device, his fingers tapping on the keyboard.

The outer shell of the device was covered with cracks, and the interior had been modified beyond recognition by psychic wiring, making it look like an experimental product that could explode at any time.

A faint blue light shone through the psychic lines, as if struggling to declare "I can still do it."

"Don't get disconnected, don't get disconnected... hold on a little longer!" Xiang Fan typed on the keyboard while staring at the screen, looking as if he was walking on thin ice.

The screen flashes black from time to time, and the signal strength bar goes up and down like a drunk spirit beast, making it confusing.

The equipment's humming sound rose and fell, as if telling Xiang Fan, "Don't rush me. I've tried my best."

Suddenly, the screen stabilized, and a virtual interface that couldn't be simpler appeared before my eyes.

Xiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and slumped in his chair, a smug smile on his face: "This thing still works, it's really a gift from God."

He reached out and patted the device's casing, his tone full of self-mockery: "I still have to rely on myself. When these old bones stop working, I guess I'll have to learn to write by hand."

However, his complacency soon turned to focus. He opened a virtual browser and began searching for various psychic theory materials.

The information in the virtual network is chaotic, and advertisements and pop-ups pounce on the screen like wild dogs at any time.

"To purchase the top-level spiritual power secret book, you only need one medium-grade spirit stone!" A pop-up advertisement suddenly popped up, causing Xiang Fan to almost drop his mouse.

Without even raising his eyelids, he skillfully clicked to close the file.

"It's the same old trick of defrauding spirit stones again. I've already used up mid-grade spirit stones. I might as well use them to buy myself a good meal."

He said as he flipped the pages.

Then, an even more outrageous post title caught my eye: "Only low-level spirit stones are needed to teach you how to make a golden elixir-level energy core in five steps!"

Xiang Fan looked at the title, his mouth twitching. "This guy's imagination is too wild. Is the energy core so random? It's a waste of his talent if he doesn't write a novel."

Although the virtual network was full of exaggerated and absurd information, Xiang Fan did not give up.

He carefully selected some posts that seemed reliable and recorded them one by one. His notebook was already filled with dense annotations, and every page revealed his thirst for knowledge.

"This circuit theory is quite interesting. Although it's a bit complicated, we can try to simplify it..."

Xiang Fan muttered to himself and drew a few sketches in his notebook.

The network equipment suddenly clicked, nearly making him jump. The display screen flickered briefly before returning to normal.

Xiang Fan patted his chest: "Don't scare me, I rely on you for my livelihood."

Several hours passed, and Xiang Fan was still working hard, almost forgetting the time.

He was flipping through posts related to psychic powers and doing calculations in his notebook, with a stubborn glint in his eyes.

"No matter how difficult it is, I have to learn it!" He whispered to himself, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard again.

Suddenly, a bright red warning popped up on the screen: "Psionic device overloaded, please reduce the frequency of use!"

Xiang Fan was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "Overload? You actually have the nerve to call the police? You normally have trouble even running, and now you're suddenly so professional?"

He quickly stopped what he was doing and checked the psychic circuit.

Sure enough, several psychic energy transmission lines had begun to smoke.

Xiang Fan grabbed a handful of small tools and frantically repaired the wires as if he were giving first aid to a patient.

"Hold on, don't let the information in my hand go to waste!" He muttered as he used a piece of psychic tape to temporarily seal the most serious circuit cracks.

After a while, the equipment finally returned to normal.

A new message popped up on the screen: "Resource download complete."

Xiang Fan slumped back into his chair, exhaled heavily, and muttered, "Finally done! If this device breaks down again, I'll die with it."

He opened the newly downloaded file and found that the content was extremely complicated and even contained a lot of unfamiliar terms.

But Xiang Fan wasn't scared off. Instead, he became more and more excited the more he read. "These theories actually have something in common with my previous conjectures! Maybe they can really be used to improve the mecha's energy circuits."

In the dim room, Xiang Fan's notebook was filled with page after page of formulas and sketches.

Although the network equipment was old and resources were scarce, his determination remained unwavering.

"Even if I only have a broken computer and a useless mecha, I will make a name for myself!"

He looked up at the morning light pouring in through the window, his lips curled up slightly. "Who says low-level spirit stones can only buy tutorials from scammers? In my hands, they can even buy a future."

The first rays of sunlight in the early morning shone into the dilapidated hut, making the interior look even more cramped and messy.

Xiang Fan sat in front of the old psychic equipment, his eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers tapping the keyboard rapidly.

His device was like an old man, making a complaining buzzing sound from time to time, and the display screen occasionally flashed black for a short time, as if it was ready to strike at any time.

"Please, hold on a little longer." Xiang Fan patted the device casing vigorously, as if trying to appease a stubborn spirit beast.

Just when he was about to give up, an inconspicuous post caught his eye: "A Brief Analysis of the Core Vulnerabilities of Psionic Control Technology."

The title is concise but extremely eye-catching. The author's pen name is Shadow, and these few words carry a sense of mystery.

Xiang Fan clicked on it with a try-it attitude, and when he saw it, he was frozen in his chair as if struck by lightning.

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