Chapter 246: Using the Blue Bar to Simulate Magic Conversion

Bi Gelei's movements didn't escape Feng Xue's eyes—the moment she entered the Hidden Village, the doll-controlling bell spoke up:

"Will it be fine to let her go in like this?"

"To be precise, I'd be even happier if she could learn it."

Feng Xue shrugged, fully absorbed in analyzing the players' feedback data, utterly indifferent to Bi Gelei's actions.

He naturally sensed the world's restrictions, but their impact on him was minimal—not because this world favored him or the cultivation system, but because his method of using abilities differed fundamentally from other Demon Kings'.

The world's restriction, at its core, could be seen as a limitation on energy—

This world's energy rules were relatively independent, lacking anything like magic, Qi, or vital energy in the conventional sense; simply put, it was like a game crossover—no matter your original lore, once your character entered this world, you could only use its mechanics.

A deer-headed spirit that could be cut down with one slash in the Wizard World became the worst of the worst monsters in the Monster Hunter World; no matter what flashy energy the Demon Kings had used before, here they all used the universal blue bar.

And converting this blue bar into spells required following this world's template—or framework: mages could only use the mage skill tree, warriors could only use the warrior skill tree.

This was why Bi Gelei's fellow Demon Kings, despite their immense power, could not unleash it at all.

It was like forcing someone from a sword-and-magic world to play an RPG—no matter how many spells you personally knew, your in-game character could only use those permitted by the game.

But Feng Xue's uniqueness lay in his exceptionally unusual foundation skill pool: unlike others who mastered vast arrays of spells, Feng Xue himself possessed only a very limited number of skills—his soul was weak, his control precision low, so his spellcasting was fundamentally conducted through artifacts; thus, when he first crossed over, he didn't even realize he was restricted—

After all, beyond his Cultivation Technique, the only things he truly mastered were the Ingestion Art, Spirit Control Art, and the Four Foundation Skills.

Of course, there was nothing particularly admirable about this—he believed the Demon Kings likely also understood foundational theories like "Alchemical Circuits" or "Magical Runes," but why could only Feng Xue succeed?

Because they couldn't convert this world's blue bar energy into the energy system they needed.

It was like nuclear energy—unless it boiled water to generate electricity, it couldn't power a lightbulb; even if you could manipulate the blue bar, if you couldn't convert it into magic, elemental energy, or similar forms, you couldn't activate a magic array.

But Feng Xue was proficient in the Ingestion Art.

Through the Ingestion Art, he successfully converted food into energy—though this energy was also simulated by the blue bar, it proved that the blue bar, as a universal energy, could simulate Yuan Qi, and through refining essence into Qi, he could further convert Yuan Qi into magical power (also simulated by the blue bar).

Then he did something rather abstract—

He 【converted】 the magical power simulated by the blue bar back into blue bar energy.

That is, simulating blue bar energy with blue bar energy.

This sounded like removing your pants to let out gas, but completing this ritual meant Feng Xue could 【fix】 this entire process onto a Talisman and Spell.

Thus, the theoretical foundation of the first-generation Talisman and Spell was established.

Essentially, it allowed players to release 【blue bar energy】 by casting skills, thereby generating specific magical power; once this was confirmed viable (i. e., players truly had energy bars), Feng Xue effectively mastered the technique of spellcasting via the blue bar, and optimized the system based on the players' own spell foundations.

In conclusion, Feng Xue hadn't broken the world's restrictions—he still couldn't use anything beyond what the world's template permitted—but he had built a "power plant" to convert nuclear energy into electricity, enabling him to light a bulb even when he couldn't cast a single Spark Spell.

This was also why he said Bi Gelei could learn better.

Because if Bi Gelei learned this theory, he could use the Talisman and Spell as a bridge to learn the various spells she mastered. After all, the power plant was mine—if you want to use my electricity, you must connect to my grid; then where your house is, how much power you use each day—it would all be crystal clear.

…

"So that's how it is—the spell principles feel no different from circuit design… damn! Why is my professional knowledge being used here?"

The research maniac slapped his forehead and suddenly understood why developing spells with the first-generation Talisman and Spell had gone so smoothly—hell, it was his actual expertise.

"Then again, it makes sense—you can't expect a programmer to truly invent a spell principle; using real-world electrical circuit design principles to replace spell composition is actually quite reasonable."

As he muttered to himself, the research maniac couldn't help but laugh and sigh—though spell development suddenly seemed much simpler, using his professional knowledge in such a bizarre place made him feel guilty toward his advisor.

Of course, the more important reason was that it gave him a strong sense of reliving his postgraduate entrance exam days.

"Whatever, if it works, that's best—but now that this is possible, developing spells feels wasteful. Let me try building a classic configuration—if it actually works, maybe I can even make a spell computer… wait, damn! If I follow this path, and load open-source AI code into it, wouldn't that be an artifact spirit or tower spirit?"

The research maniac grew more convinced by the idea, but years since leaving school had left him rusty—he had no idea where to even begin building a microcontroller on the spot.

"First, log out and check my textbooks… hmm, I hope I didn't throw them away."

As the research maniac was about to stand up, a strange, indescribable sound reached his ears, instantly sharpening his focus.

Though his passion for learning had been rekindled, he still remembered he was playing a game—

"I've been the only one in the library these days—could this be a hidden quest?"

Believing books could wait but hidden quests must be seized, the research maniac followed the sound:

"Could there be a broom monk in this library? Has my intense study these days earned me a master's guidance?"

Recalling various novels he'd read, the research maniac walked deeper into the library—yet what appeared before him was not the bearded old man he imagined, but a disheveled white-haired girl radiating an aura of exhaustion.

"Damn, who's this pre-exam all-nighter?"

(End of Chapter)