Chapter 14: First Preliminary Match (Part 4)
The shape of the safe house is like a flat Ferris wheel, radiating outward from the central axis. There are 25 safety hatches in total. Only one team can enter each hatch. It is fully functional, isolating the teams from fighting and not worrying about disturbing each other.
Mingyu simply sat in the modeling room to draw the design.
His previous improvements to the starship were only for the most basic safety needs, and Mingyu had no idea about changing other parts of the starship. But after watching Mu Baixing pilot it, he had only one idea in mind: to make the starship faster and more flexible.
He had no doubt that if the starship's maximum speed, acceleration threshold, and directional reaction speed limit were further increased, Mu Boxing could drive the starship even faster.
This thought came from the dangerous navigation of the starship as it shuttled through the artillery fire at a speed that seemed to be about to crash, and from the long yet short ten minutes that had just made him hold the controller armrest tightly and tense up.
His brain was blank due to fear and unprecedented stimulation, but in that blank, these nonsensical thoughts arose.
How could he increase the upper limit of this starship's speed? Could he make it go even faster, even faster than the speed that threatened to carry it to a planet-shattering end...
At a moment that seemed like a race against time, Mingyu's mind was inexplicably filled with various design drafts.
After Ming Yu confided to his Ming family at the age of ten that he wanted to be an observer and was severely admonished by his parents, he turned his interest to becoming a starship designer, a job that ordinary people can also be capable of.
For over a decade, driven by his interest, he had spent nearly all of his spare time reading about starship design. And all that accumulated knowledge seemed to be churned out by Mingyu's unusually active mind, every detail emerging, along with new ideas, and in a flash of inspiration, coalescing into a completely new design approach.
Of all the starship types, the most flexible is the small starship "Scout". However, the "Scout" was discontinued ten years ago due to its huge design shortcomings: too low payload, too fast energy consumption, and a high incidence of engine overheating and spontaneous combustion accidents.
Mingyu tapped his chin with the electronic pen, stretched his legs and leaned on the sofa, then began to write.
He was changing the Scout's engine, energy boost structure, valves, cooling circulation pipelines... His mental force threads once again turned into a cloud.
No designer doesn't enjoy moments of inspiration like this. Mingyu was excited, and the electronic pen in his hand was moving faster and faster, pausing slightly before drawing another line.
"No." Mingyu murmured, "This shouldn't be the case... If we design it this way, the energy utilization efficiency will actually decrease..."
Mingyu: “…”
He subconsciously summoned his mental power. The colorless energy stream transformed from a filament into a cloud-like energy mass. Mingyu tilted his head, aware of his mental energy mass, and paused.
He was distracted for a moment.
As his thoughts unraveled, the cloud of mental power spread outward, stretching and expanding, on the verge of returning to its original form. Mingyu sensed a brilliant idea slipping from his mind, and quickly refocused his attention, turning away from his mental power and looking down at the blueprint.
Then the clouds appeared again.
Mingyu didn't pay any more attention to it.
This time, his attention was completely focused on the starship engine design drawings, and he paid no attention to anything else, so he didn't notice when he started to feel a headache.
Until the headache became so severe that it affected Mingyu's thinking, he rubbed his temples with one hand.
It's probably because I'm too serious and my brain muscles are too tense.
Mingyu didn't think much about it. He put his fingers on his forehead, stared at the drawing, and used an electronic pen to write out a long list of formulas on the blank light screen next to him.
"Here... we should change the material..." Mingyu erased the previous markings and changed the engine parts based on the calculations. His fingers pressed against his temples, unconsciously increasing their pressure. Frowning and enduring a headache that was inexplicably starting to intensify, he finished the engine design and then began modifying the tail wing.
This part was much simpler than the engine design. To increase the tail's resistance to energy impact, all it took was adding a few more robotic arms and slightly modifying the assembly structure. Mingyu shifted from sitting to leaning back, finally sprawling on the sofa as he finished the drawing with a few strokes.
He had been designing the engine when a severe headache started. This time, it was even more severe than the one he had experienced when he stayed up all night revising the starship designs before the Star Navigation Competition. By the time Mingyu stood up and submitted both designs to the modeling machine, the pain was so severe that his heartbeat was accelerating and he even felt like vomiting.
What’s going on? Ming Yu thought to himself, I never had headaches before! Could this be the aftereffect of staying up all night at Ming’s house two days ago?
He held the modeling instrument uncomfortably, confirmed that the modeling program had started, then covered his mouth, opened the door of the modeling room and went to find the bathroom.
Mingyu lowered his head and rushed out.
The bright light from the corridor suddenly shone through the door, making Mingyu dizzy.
The moment Mingyu finished his manuscript and relaxed, the pain in his head seemed to go from linear to exponential. A cold sweat broke out on Mingyu's body, his hands and feet felt weak, and as he walked toward the hallway, his steps faltered and he nearly fell...
A pair of hands wrapped around his shoulders from the side.
Mingyu fell into the man's arms, his face hitting Mu Baixing's chest. But he was being held back by the man, and the tip of his nose only touched the man's chest lightly, not hurting him.
"What's wrong?" Mu Baixing frowned.
The man lowered his head and saw the designer's face was completely pale. The young man's eyelashes trembled, his brows knitted together, and he wore an expression of deep pain. His body shuddered violently, and he retched with a sound from the side of his head.
Nothing came out.
But his stomach was cramping like a convulsion due to the pain in his head. Mingyu was breathing rapidly and still felt like vomiting.
He usually drank nutrient solution and rarely touched those high-quality raw ingredients. Except for one time when he was a child, he drank expired nutrient solution that should have been disposed of at home and felt like vomiting, he had never felt this way before.
His strength was draining away, and his body was sliding to the ground. Mu Baixing frowned and picked him up by the waist.
"Headache..." Mingyu's head rested against his chest, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but whimpering, "My head hurts so much, I want to vomit..."
His voice was trembling.
Mu Baixing quickly entered the rest room, let him lie on the bed, and found the simple treatment device provided by the security department to scan Mingyu.
Mingyu had already begun to shiver. He shifted in bed, and within minutes, his face had completely drained of color. He struggled to cling to the edge of the bed, leaning out and wanting to vomit again.
Still nothing can come out.
The young man's head drooped weakly, and he was breathing heavily. Mu Baixing supported Mingyu's body with one hand and held him in his arms to prevent him from falling off the bed.
The data on the simple treatment device's results panel streamed rapidly. Many test results had yet to appear, but one column had already lit up in a deep red, the highest warning: excessive activity in the T8 area of the brain. Suspected mental overload.
"It hurts..." Mingyu shuddered violently. He felt as if his head was about to explode. His vision became chaotic and distorted, with stars appearing everywhere. He began to lose his hearing and sense of touch. Mingyu's thoughts began to swirl, his vision was scattered, and he could not help but moan and whimper in pain.
Mu Baixing frowned and took out a tube of mental sedative from the emergency treatment box.
Human research into the spiritual realm is still in its infancy, but it's generally known that the spiritual realm is related to the activity of the brain's T8 area. Those with awakened spiritual powers have a more active T8 area than ordinary humans.
However, if mental power is overused, the activity level of the T8 area will increase dramatically. If not handled properly, it may directly lead to the collapse of the mental domain and brain death.
Therefore, the first lesson for every awakened human being is to understand the upper limit of their mental power usage and control their mental power usage.
Mingyu claimed to be an ordinary person, but Mu Baixing suddenly remembered the suspicious touch that seemed to come from Mingyu's direction when they first set sail, like a feather brushing against his face.
The touch was too slight. If it was converted into mental energy, Mu Boxing believed that such a low energy value...even the detection equipment would not react.
The mental sedative was pinched between his fingertips. Mu Baixing quickly recalled the side effects of ordinary people accidentally taking sedatives, and confirmed that there were no other side effects besides short-term drowsiness, so he unsealed it.
Mingyu's head still rested limply in his arms. The young man trembled and closed his eyes. He had nearly lost consciousness. Tears welled in the pain, but his sobs and moans were weaker than before, as if he could no longer endure the horrific pain. His breathing became intermittent.
Mu Baixing rolled up Mingyu's sleeves and injected the sedative into Mingyu's arm with steady movements.
The effect of the medicine is almost immediate.
After only half a minute, Mingyu's breathing became steady. His body trembling gradually stopped, and he gradually regained consciousness.
The pain receded like a tide.
Mingyu's thoughts gradually became clear. He didn't know what was happening for a moment, and subconsciously moved his body. Because of his posture, his head nudged Mu Baixing's abdomen.
Mingyu: “…”
Vision, hearing, smell, and touch soon returned to normal.
Mu Boxing's body heat reached his forehead through the fabric. The feel of his tense abdominal muscles was palpable. Mingyu then realized that his head was resting completely on Mu Boxing's legs, and there was a slight dampness on the gray-black fabric on his thigh.
Mingyu: “……?”
He reached out and rubbed the corner of his eye, feeling a little wet.
Mingyu: Why am I crying?!
He stepped back twice in disbelief, fell back to the center of the bed, and looked up at Mu Baixing.
The other person was standing up and pushing the empty syringe into the trash bin.
"I..." Mingyu opened his mouth. His mind was in a state of confusion. The last clear image he had was of himself falling on Mu Baixing. Everything that happened after that was just a jumbled mess in his mind.
He only felt pain, a pain like an overwhelming sea, which seemed to drown him in eternal night and suffocate him in the deep sea.
"You've awakened your spiritual power." Mu Baixing stood by the bed, looking down at Mingyu. His face was devoid of smiles, his expression extremely cold. "You've overused your spiritual power, and you don't even realize it?"
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