Chapter 47: Players Released
The inner demon Tiao Tiao didn't know how to teach Jian Shiyuan to sneak into other people's consciousness.
This is its innate magical power!
Innate supernatural powers mean "skills that can be mastered without learning." Just like a newborn antelope can run, it is an innate ability.
How can it be taught?!
You can't always say this: "Whoosh, you go in", "Whoosh, you come out", "Hey, just for fun"
Then it will definitely die miserably!
The inner demon complained secretly, but he did not dare to express any objection on the surface.
It is really afraid of Jian Shiyuan.
The inner demon's face turned red, just like a constipated human, trying hard to come up with something.
But! You can’t just hold it in and figure it out! Even if a primary school student holds it in for the exam, he or she still won’t be able to solve advanced mathematics!
Jian Shiyuan's smile remained undimmed. He asked considerately, "Don't know how to express it? That's okay. Just follow my instructions and participate in some experiments. I can figure it out myself."
As he spoke, the curve of his mouth deepened.
The inner demon trembled when he saw it.
Can I refuse? Something feels off.
Of course, it is impossible to refuse.
It has fallen into Jian Shiyuan's "claws".
Under Jian Shiyuan's guidance, the inner demon moved his body.
Spinning, jumping, I close my eyes!
Take it off, take it off, take off the shell! Take it off, take it off, take off the magic core!
The time spent exploring mysteries is always so short. After trying countless times, Jian Shiyuan almost drove his inner demons into mitosis. He finally tested out the most suitable method.
He discovered that some characteristics of the spirit soul were similar to those of the inner demon, and they could both penetrate into other people's spirit altars. However, the spirit soul was a part of the cultivator and had the cultivator's self-marks. Once it penetrated into other people's spirit altars, it could easily be detected by other cultivators. Once a cultivator discovered that someone else's spirit soul had penetrated into his spirit altar, he would instinctively lock the spirit altar and catch the turtle in the jar.
If one wants to sneak into another person's consciousness silently, one must transform the soul into an "information-free" substance like the inner demon, and erase all personal information from it.
Jian Shiyuan thought of a magic spell.
The Joy Sect has a secret technique called the Joy Technique, which is quite vicious and can erase the memories of other people's souls.
This Joy Technique is the signature secret technique of the Joy Sect, a technique that has amassed considerable wealth. Its practitioners use it to lure the souls of the recently deceased, then refine them with secret techniques, erasing their memories, gender, and age, transforming them into formless "Joy Slaves."
These joy slaves are similar to inner demons, both capable of transforming into beauties of divine beauty. Infused with the secret techniques of the Joy Sect, they often possess alluring demeanor and possess exceptional sexual skills, capable of providing clients with the utmost pleasure. However, these joy slaves are artificially forged products and are not durable, requiring replacement every two or three months.
Therefore, the Joyful Tower, controlled by the Joyful Sect, often maliciously hunted down civilians, extracting their souls and forging them into Joyful Slaves. Regardless of whether they were male or female, old or young, once captured by the Joyful Tower, they were all slaughtered and forged into Joyful Slaves to entertain patrons.
Jian Shiyuan once saw an injustice and "meddled in other people's business" to save an entire family. He killed several Happy Sect monks and then liberated the newly-dead souls they had captured. Seeing his kindness, the elder of the family explained his reasons, and he learned about this technique.
Jian Shiyuan understood that "there is no right or wrong in magic, the one who is wrong is the one who uses it", but after he obtained the Joy Spell, he did not dare to spread it.
He knew that human hearts could not stand the test.
If this "money-making" technique were to become public knowledge, it would be a complete disaster for ordinary people. The Happy House profited handsomely from the Happy Slaves, making a fortune in one night. Killing a few unarmed refugees could yield Happy Slaves who could earn hundreds of gold a day, but few could withstand the temptation.
Jian Shiyuan had mastered some of the techniques of the Joy Spell and was thinking about reversing them to see if he could develop a method to restore his soul. Most of those Joy Slaves were poor, and it could be said that the only thing they had was their memories.
Once they are transformed into pleasure slaves, they will forget everything and their souls will be torn apart by the frequent reception of customers day after day.
Jian Shiyuan felt that the world should not be so cruel, at least it should not deprive ordinary people of what they have left.
Jian Shiyuan wanted to do something.
His painstaking research, repeated reverse engineering, finally led him to develop new techniques. First: a technique that could safely erase memories [Amnesia], which could controllably erase certain fragments of someone's memories. Second: a technique that could restore most of a soul's memories from their lifetime [Remembrance].
Now, Jian Shiyuan thought of [Amnesia].
He separated a strand of his soul and used amnesia to cleanse it repeatedly until the soul strand became a blank slate with nothing on it. Only then did he stop.
The inner demon had a "huh" expression on his face and frowned as he watched Jian Shiyuan wash.
Wow, this is so perverted! This is amazing!
After cleaning, the soul thread has a transparent glass texture and no information is displayed on it.
The inner demon endured the pain and cut off a piece of flesh and handed it to Jian Shiyuan, "Combine my flesh with the soul thread, and you can use my body to control the soul thread and enter the consciousness of others."
Jian Shiyuan looked at the idiot's expression and said, "Since I need to use your body, why should I wash out a soul without personal information? Can't I just let you infiltrate other people's consciousness for me?"
Inner Demon: Yes, why didn’t I think of this?
It stared in amazement as Jian Shiyuan used a technique similar to its own innate magical power to remotely control the soul thread.
Looking at the meat in its hand, it felt that it was very stupid and had a very low IQ.
"How did you do that?"
Holy shit, are these humans cheating? They've never seen anyone use their inner demon's innate magical powers before!
Jian Shiyuan replied while manipulating the soul threads, "Oh, it's very simple. One of your innate magical powers is to command the movement of body parts, so I'll list it separately. In the previous experiment, you cooperated with my instructions and let me calculate the optimal movement direction. I established a three-dimensional coordinate system, and with the help of your data, I performed the object movement technique and was able to control the soul threads."
The inner demon was anxious. "Isn't the object-moving technique only able to move physical objects? Your soul thread isn't a physical object. Moreover, moving the soul thread from your spirit platform to another's consciousness is a cross-dimensional operation, not as simple as moving an object!"
This is ridiculous! This is bullshit! Although it doesn't understand the previous words, it understands the art of moving objects!
One is plane movement and the other is three-dimensional movement. Can they be the same?
The art of moving objects is used to deceive monsters. If you don't want to tell them, then don't tell them. Their inner demons are the monsters that understand humans best, and they also have knowledge of human magic, okay?
Jian Shiyuan said indifferently, "Who said it only works on physical objects? You can only see the objects being moved? Since you know so much about the art of moving objects, you should know that if someone uses their soul to interfere during the movement, it will interrupt the transmission. Since the soul can interrupt the transmission, then it should also be able to move the soul. This is relative."
He laughed twice as he spoke. "What's more, while the Object Relocation Technique appears to move the selected object, in order to prevent it from moving to something else, it will also use suppression. It can mobilize air to envelop the selected object, thereby creating a relatively thin vacuum layer. This is called layered separation."
"What I exploited wasn't the overt manifestation of the object's movement, but its implicit layered separation. I used the Object Relocation Technique to create a complete vacuum channel beforehand, then injected it into the soul. As long as the calculations were correct, it would naturally flow unimpeded."
Hearing him say this, the inner demon was shocked and frightened.
It had never seen such a monk before. He was so terrifying and extremely intelligent. It was unheard of.
Most people use magic only for its surface purpose, such as moving objects. Jian Shiyuan, however, breaks down specific effects and figures out other uses for them. Most terrifying of all, he can easily discover new uses by seeing the subtleties.
The inner demon had always been disdainful of the human race, even the renowned Dacheng cultivators, it thought were "nothing special." But today, Jian Shiyuan taught it a good lesson.
Some people's wisdom transcends race, and the inner demon, as a complete bystander, can see things more clearly.
It couldn't help but wonder, if all human cultivators were monsters like Jian Shiyuan, would these monsters still have a good life?
Maybe they will all be destroyed and eradicated?
Fortunately, there is only one Jian Shiyuan. How lucky! It is the luck of these monsters.
It had long since submitted to Jian Shiyuan, and now as it stared at him, its heart calmed down. It watched Jian Shiyuan skillfully manipulate the soul thread with a grin on its face, but no one knew what it was laughing at.
If the human race truly wanted a hero capable of repelling the demonic tide, it thought, Jian Shiyuan would be quite suitable. At least, losing to him wouldn't be a disgrace to the demon kings, and losing to him wouldn't be a disgrace to the demons.
Some people are destined to be winners.
Jian Shiyuan had no idea that Tiao Tiao was having so much inner drama. He was currently looking for a suitable test subject. During the previous test, he had also mastered the method of setting up an illusion, and now he urgently needed to test the effectiveness.
Players are the most suitable test subjects.
Jian Shiyuan patiently chooses——
Beneath a massive, snow-white skeleton sat a large pot, boiling a black, unidentified substance. A group of male gamers sat around the pot, drinking from wooden bowls.
A male player said: "Fuck, this deer penis has no effect at all. I drank so much, but nothing happened. Is this normal?"
Another male player: "I've been impotent for six years. I wanted to relive the feeling of an erection through the game. Who wants to be so outrageous? Does this game have to be so realistic? I just want to get hard once!"
Another male player said: "Brothers, you guys are doing okay. You've at least made it to fifty. I'm miserable. I'm only thirty-two, and I'm always overwhelmed. My wife suspects I'm cheating on her. We even filed for divorce a while ago. It's really overwhelming."
During this time, a female player passed by and said, "Hey, stop eating. Fluorescent Protein said that this game has cut into our sexual desire. No matter what you eat, you won't be able to get an erection. Of course, this is also part of the game's health mode."
Male players:
Jian Shiyuan:
Jian Shiyuan was upset and cut the scene.
In the bat cave, Fluorescent Protein blew a whistle, and the dozen or so snow bats in front of him moved to the left and to the right, and were divided into two groups in an orderly manner.
"Damn it! I've taught them eight hundred times! One beep, left, two beeps, right! Why can't they remember? Lancet, kidnap all the wrong ones and hand them over to Ye Lingfei!"
The fluorescent protein made a ferocious gesture of cutting its neck.
This story starts from the day I went offline.
She and Lancet studied the sounds of bats, but found it useless. Bats from different worlds couldn't speak the same language. She and Lancet spent three days torturing each other with their whining voices at the snow bats, finally driving her crazy.
Fluorescent Protein thought of the Sect Master at that time, and she decided to learn from the Sect Master and solve the problem from a different angle.
Since we can't learn the snow bats' language, we'll teach them another language. In subsequent training, any snow bats that made mistakes after receiving instructions were sold to Ye Lingfei by fluorescent proteins, a process of survival of the fittest.
After several days of training, most snow bats learned the whistle language of fluorescent protein.
After all, the snow bats that didn't learn it all died.
"Alright, let's do it a few more times! Listen carefully!"
Under her command, the snow bats trembled.
Jian Shiyuan cuts the screen again.
Several scaffoldings wrapped around a huge object.
Hu Fugui stood in front of Prikz and I Love Moving Bricks and said in a loud voice, "I want it big! Is this big enough? I want the Great Wall, and you're giving me a small mound? Is that reasonable?"
Pritzker looked grim. "Isn't this quite big?"
Hu Fugui suddenly waved his hand and interrupted, "A little bit bigger! A little bit bigger, understand?"
"Don't give me excuses. Find a way to make it bigger! Wider! Higher!"
At this moment, Prickers was convinced that Hu Fugui would be the most hated Party A in his life.
The kind that you will never forget in your life.
Jian Shiyuan wanted to say something, but it was hard to put it into words. He continued to switch scenes.
This time they were players he was familiar with—Ye Lingfei and Shen Hong.
They hid in a cave, their faces covered with mud, holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, complaining to each other.
Ye Lingfei: "I just increased the energy required for resurrection by 50, and they wanted to beat me up and kill me. That's too much!"
Crimson: "Lottery is a game of chance. If they didn't win a single one, it's their own fault, okay? They're too unreasonable. Do you blame me for that?"
Ye Lingfei scoffed, "Alright, what's so pitiful about you? You've embezzled all their hard-earned money. They worked for you for half a week, and you only gave them a little over a hundred contribution points. And then you set up that lucky draw, but the top prize wasn't even put into the prize pool. There was only a consolation prize of [1 contribution point]. It'd be strange if they didn't kill you."
Crimson mocked him, "How are you any better than me? You're afraid that too much energy loss will affect your quest rewards, and that the Sect Master will blame you, so you're distributing 10 times the lost energy among the players. Resurrection only requires 100 energy points, but you forced it to require 150. You deserve it."
Ye Lingfei: "I can't compare to you. You cheated the players out of their wages! Now people are chasing me for my salary!"
Crimson: "How can you be so awesome! You're harming others and not benefiting yourself! You've single-handedly raised the resurrection threshold, forcing players to owe a huge debt of resurrection coins. This has forced other players to stay offline and desperately hunt monsters to earn energy to pay off their debts!"
The two of them snorted coldly and shook off each other's hands.
Jian Shiyuan:
What on earth did the players do during the days he was away? Why did it feel so weird?
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