Chapter 561: Tu Ba Ge's Invention

A plump orange cat Li Ci stretched out a paw to rub its chin, struck a serious‑thinking pose, and said:

"Hmm~ This is a bit like the witches' mirror magic, but the distance far exceeds that. What principle makes it work?"

On the other side, the cow‑cat Bu Li cleared his throat lightly and said:

"It must rely on an angel‑level seal; only angels and true gods can make prayers respond worldwide."

Leiketon lightly touched the mirror with his finger, ignored the cats' topic, and said, "Have you both seen the manuscript of the second‑generation differential engine? If you can convert electromagnetic information with image and language information, you could invent a device that needs no extraordinary power yet can communicate in real time over a huge area."

"What is electromagnetic information?" Tu Ba Ge, sandwiched between the two artisan cats, blinked his red eyes; he understood each word individually, but when combined, he couldn't grasp it at all.

Behind him, the prophet's avatar half‑crouched, pinching his soft rabbit ears while explaining:

"The 'electromagnetic signal' the entity mentions is an electromagnetic wave carrying useful data. If you want to dig deeper, you can go aboard the 'Golden Dream' and ask Ai Dewenna for a make‑up lesson."

Tu Ba Ge's furry face showed a human‑like shock; he stepped back two paces, shook his head repeatedly and said, "I don't want any tutoring; the Knowledge Church's tutoring requires an exam!"

On Tu Ba Ge's right, the down‑cast Bu Li suddenly leapt from the ground, shouting excitedly, "Hmm~ I get it—using the second‑generation differential engine's computing power, we can record and parse the constantly changing electromagnetic data, then decode it according to a certain rule to retrieve the hidden information!"

On the other side, Li Ci's eyes lit up, and he also sprang up, saying, "Exactly! Let's find Ge Lan; she can become an information creature and surely knows the rules of information transformation."

The two cats clapped their paws swiftly in mid‑air and then raced out of the room.

Tu Ba Ge's expression was goofy as he watched the two artisan cats' fleeing silhouettes, then turned his head toward Leiketon in the mirror and asked, "Hmm~ What have they understood?"

"You don't need to understand a scientist's matters," Leiketon replied calmly, then added, "How's the digestion of your 'biologist' demon elixir going?"

When the digestion progress of the demon elixir was mentioned, the previously goofy, puzzled Tu Ba Ge suddenly changed expression; he straightened his back, tilted his chin slightly, and said:

"It's digesting quickly; I feel that in two months I can completely digest the demon elixir in my body."

"I've studied all those monsters from the Land of Abandoned Gods, and have cross‑bred many plants with miraculous effects. Hmm, although some flaws remain, they can already be considered mature works."

Leiketon's gaze fell on the prophet's avatar reflected in the full‑body mirror, and he asked curiously, "What has it invented?"

The avatar lowered its eyes, glanced at Tu Ba Ge standing at its feet, and sighed with an expression hard to put into words:

"It's hard to describe; you'd understand better if you see for yourself."

After speaking, he reached into his pocket, took out a handful of silver powder, sprinkled it onto the mirror, then rubbed his fingers to let a spirit spread.

The silvery powder quickly adhered to the mirror, soon blossoming with light, making the glass seem covered with ripples. Gradually, a new scene emerged: quiet streets lined with vertical pillars wrapped in emerald vines; atop each pillar sat flower buds of varying sizes, clustering into a massive flower mass that would require two to three people to embrace.

Tu Ba Ge promptly explained, "These are Night‑glow Flowers; they bloom at night and emit dazzling light, which can replace gas street lamps—saving resources and being easier to spread."

The avatar's voice followed immediately:

"But each flower emits a different color; in the evening breeze, the whole street turns into a disco hall."

"Just a few more tweaks and it'll definitely be fine," Tu Ba Ge's rebuttal sounded a bit weak.

It seemed it had already been improved more than once. Leiketon sighed inwardly, then asked, "Anything else?"

A ripple spread across the full‑body mirror, and the scene changed quickly.

A lush apple tree appeared, its branches laden with many green‑red apples that swayed enticingly, while below the tree lay two terrified people, foaming at the mouth, already unconscious.

Tu Ba Ge lifted his head and explained loudly:

"This is the Fear Apple Tree; whenever a living creature passes by, the tree emits the sound it fears most, driving them away to protect its fruit. Moreover, the more creatures it scares, the tastier and more startling the apples become—especially for the extraordinary, for whom the effect is greatest."

The avatar continued:

"So Tu Ba Ge planted the tree in the city, and now legends about a fear ghost circulate there."

"However, this odd apple tree isn't completely useless; I transplanted them into the woods behind the school to punish students who aren't serious in class, and now their learning efficiency is unexpectedly high." The mirror's scene shifted rapidly: in a glass greenhouse, a young female worker wearing thick ear‑muffs pulled a green‑leaf plant from an earthen pot, revealing a root‑stem that resembled a human infant's body.

The moment it was pulled from the pot, the plant emitted a wailing, screeching sound; the greenhouse glass shattered piece by piece in the shriek, lasting nearly half a minute before the plant finally fell silent.

"This is Mandela Grass, my most outstanding creation. It is a universal spirit medicine with extremely high medicinal value, and it can also serve as an extraordinary material to concoct non‑human elixirs with paralytic, sedative, hypnotic, and hallucinogenic effects, or be part of ritual magic."

While introducing Mandela Grass, Tu Ba Ge placed his hands on his hips, tilted his head back, and spoke proudly.

The avatar nodded appreciatively and said, "This grass can indeed be called a living plant; its only drawback is that it emits a terrifying howl comparable to a 'wailing soul.' At low tiers, it can serve as a weapon. Though hard to cultivate and harvest, its effect is decent."

"Currently we can only rely on Mr. Plack's undead minions to plant them."

After a two‑second pause, the Mandela Grass image vanished from the mirror; the avatar standing before it lifted a hand, tapped the frame, and calmly said:

"These few are crops whose side effects remain within acceptable limits and are overall fairly practical. Besides them, it has also cross‑bred flavorless coffee, eggs that grow wings from their shells, tomatoes that cannot be cut with a knife, vines that spray water everywhere, and meat‑eating mushrooms."

"These are the results of carefully gathering everyone's suggestions. They themselves said they wanted a way to stay alert without drinking coffee, love chicken wings, and complained that tomatoes are hard to transport and they don't want to clean the room every day."

"It's because they expressed their needs inaccurately that I kept failing."

Tu Ba Ge's voice grew softer as he spoke, his head gradually lowering, pouting, occasionally glancing at Leiketon in the mirror.

"." After a moment of silence, Leiketon sincerely praised, "You are a genius; regardless of usefulness, breeding these things is an achievement in itself."

Tu Ba Ge twisted his mouth into an exaggerated grin and said, "Of course! I'm a rabbit aiming to become a 'Nature Walker'!"

". You're happy, that's all."

Leiketon's gaze shifted to the prophet's avatar standing behind Tu Ba Ge, his expression odd as he communicated with a look, "Are you pulling its leg again?"

"It never asked me what the previous tier of 'Nature Walker' is called."

The avatar shrugged and changed the subject, "Why did you suddenly contact me—what do you need me to handle?"

Leiketon twitched his mouth, lifted his right hand clad in a mechanical glove, and chuckled, "

"Ask Sasilier whether I can obtain a Tier‑4 or Tier‑3 'Hanged Man' pathway trait. I plan to embed a few gems in the glove to give it a low‑grade version of 'Omniscience and Omnipotence.'"

"Also raise 15,000 pounds in cash so the Knowledge Rabbit can hand it directly to Lawrence; I bought from him a wondrous item corresponding to the 'Traveler.'"

The avatar in the mirror lifted a hand, tapped his forehead, and said:

"Infinity Gauntlet? What, you also want to try snapping your fingers to make half the planet's people vanish?"

"The Infinity Gauntlet has six gems; besides 'Omniscience and Omnipotence,' what else do you plan to place in it? Can that glove on your hand coordinate the conflicts among so many traits?"

"Also, next time you have such a huge transaction, give me a heads‑up; don't overestimate your wealth…"

"Next time, for sure." Leiketon waved his hand, then continued, "That's why we need to first obtain a 'Hanged Man' pathway trait, use the 'Pasture' ability to harmonize the other traits; the glove itself only serves to reduce negative effects."

The avatar nodded expressionlessly and said:

"For us, knowledge is power; once we master the relevant knowledge, we can easily wield extraordinary abilities across different fields."

"This low-quality version of 'All-Knowing All-Powerful' is only a toy for you; let me use it, I can become the most comprehensive, most powerful Saint."

"When I've had enough fun, I can consider lending it to you," Lei Kedun lightly nodded in response, then directly cut off the connection.

The water light in the full-length mirror flickered twice, the reflected scene dissolved, and the hotel room and Lei Kedun's silhouette resurfaced.

(End of Chapter)