Chapter 12 Pheromones Potion Atia suddenly awoke, feeling…
Atiyah suddenly awoke, feeling a cold sweat soaking his body; even the heated room couldn't warm him.
Atiyah took a deep breath. "001?"
The round, robotic insect's voice immediately rang out, "Respected Lord Atia, I'm here. I've detected that you need a warm bath. I've already controlled the bathroom system to fill the tub with water for you. It should be finished in about half a minute. I'll help you over there."
"Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, oh dear, take a hot bath and wash away your fatigue and worries \(^O^)/"
The lively electronic sounds instantly broke the suffocatingly cold atmosphere in the room.
Atiyah's voice was a little hoarse, "...Thank you, I feel much better now."
001's electronic mouth puffed out, "Hehe, your happiness is my greatest encouragement. Tomorrow I'll brag to Master Mophiel that I'm a super, super, super powerful machine bug, much more powerful than Master Mophiel."
"But he'll definitely be jealous and take away my energy blocks then. Humph, stingy master bug."
As Atia listened to his chatter, she relaxed a little, and in her mind, she instantly conjured up an image of a male insect secretly pecking at energy blocks. Strangely enough, it didn't seem out of place at all.
Attiyah: ...
What kind of image has he created for the male insect? It's so bizarre...
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The next morning, after giving 001 a few instructions, Murphy went into the basement, which he had converted into a laboratory. Now that he had the materials, it would be better to start the experiment as soon as possible.
Atia's condition could no longer be delayed. Yesterday, he kept sensing strange energy fluctuations from next door, but they disappeared when he used his mental threads to investigate. He suspected that Atia's condition might have worsened.
In the dimly lit laboratory, a large, authentic pot for decocting medicine sat in the center, filled with a pile of bright, translucent green herbs. Various shelves of materials were arranged around it, though most were still empty.
The large medicine pot was custom-made by him, modeled after the one he was used to using in the last world. It was big and deep, ensuring that a single pot of stew would produce a large quantity that would satisfy everyone.
It might have been more atmospheric if the pot wasn't an electric cooker, but wizards also need to keep up with the times.
Mofiel took out the Starry Sky Beast Cores and spread them all out on the table. Most of the cores were brightly colored, with different shades of red, yellow, blue, and purple, and they had a faint luster. Perhaps because of their relatively low level and grade, the elemental perception he had with them was also quite mixed. Compared to the previous wizarding world, they could only be considered low-grade materials.
After searching, Murphy managed to find two mid-level ones. These two could be put aside for now, and the others could be used for experiments.
Once ready, he released his mental threads, which automatically intertwined into several strands, resembling transparent vines or tentacles. Several beast cores on the table also floated up into the air.
Mental power is a more abstract concept compared to physics, but Murphy has always been very adept at using it because he has always used it as a weapon.
Murphy tried several times, but the beast core had too many impurities and too few gaps. He had to divide his mental filaments into finer and more numerous ones in order to pass through those gaps.
Time passed slowly until Murphy's head began to throb and throb, at which point he stopped.
His mental strength had not yet recovered to its peak state, and there was too much mixed energy in the low-level beast core, which took him a long time to clean up.
Fortunately, the results were not bad. Looking at the five or six beast cores in my hand that were faintly glowing, they should have barely met the standards for being used as materials. Next, it was time for the formal experiment.
Standing in front of the large cauldron, Murphy felt a long-lost feeling. The herbs that had been boiled inside had completely dissolved, and the base color had become clear and tasteless, like the purest water.
Murphy threw all the beast cores in his hand into the container, then grabbed a handful of other medicinal herbs from the nearby shelves and threw them in as well.
The water in the pot boiled instantly, bubbling continuously. The water, which was originally clear, produced various colors of bubbles, including purple, green, and blue, and then the clear color gradually turned into a murky purple.
Seeing that it was almost ready, Murphy took out a large spoon, turned on the automatic stirring mode, put it in the pot, and the spoon started to rotate around the pot by itself.
Murphy clapped his hands in satisfaction. There were advantages to advanced technology; he no longer had to manually stir things like he did in the last world.
Next, all you have to do is wait. The elemental concentration in the air of this world is very low, so the cooking time will be longer accordingly.
Mofiel checked the time on his personal terminal and realized it was almost noon. It had taken much longer than he had expected. It seemed he would have to keep a close eye on the quality of the beast cores in the future; they couldn't be too low-quality, as it would take too much time.
He left the lab, climbing the stairs while sniffing himself to see if he had any strange smells. The morning was almost over, and he wondered what Atia was doing.
However, before even reaching the living room, Murphy could smell the aroma of food.
Hmm? 001 prepared the meal in advance?
A hot lunch was already prepared on the table, and a silver-haired beauty wearing an apron stood beside the table, seemingly waiting quietly for another insect to return home.
Murphy was feeling all sweet and happy, thinking how great it was to have his wife at home, when he suddenly noticed something was off...
Was that an apron he saw?!
Murphy emitted a sharp, explosive sound, "001!!!"
"Master, you've finally come out!" To everyone's surprise, 001 also shed tears of joy on the screen when it saw Murphy.
Murphy grabbed 001's robotic ear. "He's a patient! How could you let him into the kitchen! Didn't I tell you..."
~>_<~
A wronged expression appeared on the electronic screen of 001.
The silver-haired giant insect standing to the side seemed to take a while to react, "It's not its fault, I wanted to go in myself."
Murphy looked at him, their eyes meeting.
The once fierce and fiery Murphy seemed to have been doused with water, instantly losing his momentum and quickly letting go.
Murphy said guiltily, "...Oh, is that so?"
"But your eyes aren't healed yet, this is too dangerous."
Attiyah said, "It doesn't matter."
Compared to the Beast Training in the Legion, this wasn't even practice; he was blindfolded back then.
Seeing that he didn't seem to care at all, Murphy felt a small spark of anger rise in his heart.
How can he be so careless about his own safety? What if he accidentally gets burned or cut? He needs to be given a good talking to.
Let's just say it.
"Please don't do it next time, okay? I'm so worried."
"You know, a weak, pitiful, and helpless male like me can't even imagine how it's possible not to hurt myself."
Murphy softened his voice, making it gentle and pitiful, and added the ingredients of pre-rain Longjing tea and Da Hong Pao tea to ensure it was cooling and effective.
"..."
"..."
Atiyah tilted his head slightly, a subtle gesture when he was puzzled.
“…Okay.” Atia replied hesitantly.
Although he didn't think it was a big deal, it seemed very serious to the male insect. Why?
Murphy began to reflect on himself. He had been quite busy lately, doing experiments and dealing with academy matters. He hadn't thought at all about what Atia, an insect that couldn't see, could do in his spare time. He couldn't just sleep all day, could he?
They're so bored they're cooking blindfolded! No way!
Murphy pondered deeply, wondering if Attia might be willing to meet his friends?
He didn't notice it on his own initiative, but the two female insects' stalking was too obvious. He initially thought it was a threat to Atia and was on guard for a while, but when he accidentally discovered that they were Atia's friends, he felt a little relieved.
How about we invite them over tomorrow?
Hopefully, I won't scare them...
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"Ouch, that hurts so much, you piece of trash! Get out!"
Since waking up, the red-haired male insect Clark has felt a tightness in his chest that he can't release, which makes him very irritable.
He had hardly ever been injured since childhood, and even when he was injured, it was only a minor cut or scratch. Now, he had a cut on his head, which was a huge injury. Even though he used a pain-relieving device immediately, he still felt a dull ache in his head.
Clark kicked away the female slave massaging him by the bed, complaining that his movements weren't gentle enough. The female slave, already used to his temper, silently withdrew and was quickly replaced by a beautiful sub-female.
"No, I can't feel comfortable until I get this off my chest." Clark got angrier and angrier, clenching his fist and slamming it hard on the bed.
He thought taking Atia away would be as easy as drinking water, but unexpectedly, a crazy Morpheus suddenly appeared. If this got out, he would definitely lose face in front of A-level male insects. If he can't handle an F-level insect, he shouldn't bother showing up in front of A-level male insects. He doesn't have that kind of face.
But after what happened last time, he didn't dare to confront Murphy face to face. Although he lost consciousness immediately, the fear from that time still lingered in him. Murphy was a madman.
Clark's mind raced, and he came up with an idea.
He summoned the quietly standing butler and servant, "Go to the Male Insect Court right now and sue Morfield. Tell him he deliberately harmed a male insect. This damned trash from that garbage planet, I'll make him go back to where he came from!"
As a B-grade male insect, he is already in the high-level category. It would be beneath his status to confront a lowly F-grade insect.
He wanted to have Murphy sentenced to life exile in a public trial across the entire Federation. He wanted Murphy to know what would happen if he, Clark, messed with him!
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