Chapter 653

City center, the roof of a high-rise building.

The short black-robed person who had once talked to Professor Vido in the different space stood on the edge of the rooftop, his hood blown off by the wind, revealing a face whose specific age could not be determined.

His hands were on the railing, his body leaning forward slightly, his gaze passing through the thin fog slowly gathering again over Fog City, landing on that huge circular cloud hole.

The edge of the cloud hole was as smooth as a mirror, and the azure sky was exposed in the hole, as if a perfect blue circular piece had been cut out of the gray canvas with a compass.

He watched for a long time.

Suddenly, he laughed, his eyes filled with genuine admiration.

His eyes narrowed into two arcs, and two shallow dimples even appeared on his round face.

"What exquisite power control," he said softly, his voice mostly blown away by the wind on the roof. "To be able to reach the power projection limit allowed by that eighth-tier wizard so perfectly, and also ensure that all the power did not affect the surroundings."

He watched the cloud hole quietly, as if admiring a work of art.

His admiration was justified.

As the total amount of power increases, the more one wants to control the power within a certain threshold, the more difficult it becomes.

If it were just releasing some sporadic power, any wizard could achieve precise control.

But if one wanted to achieve the power to blow up an entire building and blow away the thick fog covering the entire city like the one before him, and precisely stabilize it below a certain level limit, ensuring that it would not exceed that threshold by even a tiny bit—

The computing power and energy required might even be more than releasing the power itself.

"Truly a formidable younger generation, worthy of being a wizard who could get an admission ticket with only tier five."

The short black-robed person withdrew his gaze, turned around and leaned against the railing, hands in his pockets, looking up at the gray sky.

Undoubtedly, this short black-robed person was the wizard who had been hiding by Professor Vido's side all along.

Looking at the psychiatric hospital that was already empty below the cloud hole, his expression became somewhat melancholy, as if remembering something unpleasant.

"Speaking of which, I actually got along quite well with that professor." His voice lowered, as if talking to himself. "His technical level was also good; just by supporting a little technology, he could make so many changes."

"Although his path was taken too hastily, the direction was correct. It's a pity."

He lowered his head and glanced at the kerosene lamp that had already gone out by his feet.

That was the medium he used to enter the different space; now that the different space had collapsed, this lamp had also lost its function.

He kicked it lightly, and the kerosene lamp fell from the roof, making a crisp shattering sound on the street below.

"This round, consider it my loss." He turned around and faced north.

The cloud layer in the sky there was thicker, and the fog was denser.

His gaze lingered in that direction for a few seconds, as if checking something, and then he shook his head with regret.

"Forget it, let's leave this city to that little guy."

Saying this, he took a step.

His foot stepped into the void, and circles of transparent ripples appeared in the air, as if an invisible step was laid out under his feet.

He walked up step by step, his pace calm, his posture leisurely, like an old man taking a walk in his own backyard.

"It's a pity, the force just established is gone just like that." He muttered as he walked, his tone not having too much regret, more like taking stock of some kind of settled account. "If I go to other cities, should I also learn from that little guy and find a way to join the official side?"

He stopped, tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"Feels good, judging from this kid's situation, this effect is better—"

His figure became smaller and smaller in the high sky, and finally merged into the cloud layer and disappeared.

The ripples remaining in the air spread in circles, gradually disappearing and fading, and finally nothing was left.

Jie Ming stood at the entrance of the old bookstore, one hand just pushing open the wooden door, the other still holding the doorknob.

Suddenly, his body paused slightly, his head turned to the north, his gaze passing through the street and landing in the direction of the city center where high-rise buildings stood in great numbers.

Dark golden light flashed in the depths of his pupils, and various actively blessed reconnaissance methods were opened and closed in an instant.

But Jie Ming saw nothing.

The sky in that area was no different from elsewhere, everything looked normal, and there was no abnormality worth noting.

But Jie Ming clearly knew that he had felt something.

That was a "disturbance" from the fate level.

Just like someone gently plucked a string in the network of fate lines, and then let go.

The string was still vibrating, but the person who plucked the string had already left.

"Hmm—it seems that wizard senior is quite a good sport."

Jie Ming nodded at the door and pushed the door to go in.

The wooden door closed behind him, and the door hinge made that familiar creaking sound.

He walked skillfully to the rocking chair and sat down.

The wooden board made a slight creaking sound under the heavy pressure, the rocking chair swayed back and forth twice, and then stabilized.

Jie Ming first took out the various bizarre entities he had obtained from his portable space expansion bag, letting the various test tubes sealing the bizarre entities grow hands and feet themselves, and go to find the underground laboratory to settle themselves.

After doing all this, he took out the black-covered notebook from his internal cave, opened it, and started reading from the first page.

Jie Ming had already scanned the substantial content recorded in the notebook with his spiritual sense.

But the spiritual will of Professor Vido was still contained within this notebook; the information contained within this spiritual will could not be parsed by just a casual scan of spiritual sense.

Only by reading carefully and following this professor's thinking could one obtain the information hidden inside.

The professor's handwriting was very neat, the strokes were clear, and there were almost no traces of erasure.

The records on each page were arranged according to a fixed format: date, experiment number, purpose, method, result, analysis, next step plan.

It was like writing a diary, and also like writing a technical manual.

Jie Ming flipped through the previous records about the analysis of bizarre fragments, skipped the data and conclusions he had already verified in his research, and flipped directly to the last third of the notebook.

There, the professor no longer recorded experimental data, but began to write some more private things.

【—What is a bizarre entity?】

【This is a question that seems simple but has never been truly answered.

The Psychic Association's definition is "supernatural phenomena that pose a threat to human survival."

This definition is very practical, but it starts from the "human perspective," not from the "essence of the bizarre."

What if the perspective is reversed? Looking at humans from the perspective of the bizarre, what are humans?】

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