[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-290":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283768,4467,"Chapter 290: Wave Signals","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-290",290,"\u003Cp>After marveling at the wonder of the deep-layer beings, Kraft shifted his focus back to the black salt used as the measurement standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under high magnification, the nearest grains of black salt seemed, perhaps, likely, maybe, to be showing signs of melting, slightly rounding their edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visual difference was far less noticeable than the intuitive change—it was as if he first sensed something had shifted, then carefully observed the subtle contour alterations, too minute to distinguish from visual fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If scaled proportionally, a deep-layer entity the size of a crawling organism would need to perform an entire biological transformation akin to a Transformer inside the room to cause even a small vial of black salt to show melting tendencies—not even the most sensitive musician could detect the difference by shaking the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft retreated to a chair in the corner of the room and waited for five sandglass flips before observing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the sample had ceased further transformation, or perhaps it had never truly begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To detect weaker deep-layer influences through changes in black salt, a high-powered microscope might be the only hope. As for assigning someone to stare at black salt under a microscope all day—just thinking about it revealed zero safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water temperature in the trough gradually dropped—from hot enough to steep a biscuit, down to a temperature suitable for brushing teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sample, as always, keenly sensed the environmental shift, slicing through its surface egg-membrane-like keratin layer with sharp bony protrusions, squeezing out like hatching, then reversing to envelop the keratin layer inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dull keratin was torn into flakes, pulverized into suspended micro-particles within its translucent body, and swallowed and dissolved by newly formed vesicle-like structures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared to be digested, not directly converted into other tissues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made sense, Kraft thought—the keratin layer was dead cells; even deep-layer beings couldn’t perform the miracle of resurrecting the dead, only break down and recycle proteins. It felt slightly scientific, yet fundamentally unscientific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed the black salt’s “suspected melting” again under the lens, confirming his earlier perception wasn’t an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a sensation stirred on another level—like insects crawling over his skin, brushing the finest hairs. It was feedback from his spiritual sense, identical to the pre-battle warnings he’d felt before, only exceedingly faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fascinating.” This was the first true close observation of deep-layer biological activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to past encounters, it was the difference between encountering a brown bear in the wild and watching a Siberian hamster pup through an explosion-proof glass in a zoo—the former was a storm, the latter a ripple in a cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though faint, the spiritual-level disturbance was detectable, emerging alongside the sample’s changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When not intense or threatening, one could carefully feel this “disturbance”—like dipping a finger into water, feeling the ripples from a water strider’s touch on the skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fascinating.” This disturbance didn’t seem entirely random—it correlated with the sample’s activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft hesitated, then, driven by curiosity, connected his spiritual sense and caught the tail end of the “disturbance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It originated from the sample’s core—the small stone fragment named “Moon Remnant.” It emitted something previously mistaken for a danger warning—the same sensation that triggered his spiritual sense before every encounter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out not to be any time-transcending premonition, but a real, tangible “field” or “wave” generated by the deep-layer being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spiritual sense could perceive it, suggesting it was something akin in nature to spiritual sense itself—a feedback like brushing thought through a breeze that passed through the palm, a cluster of undulating air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If seeking an analogy, Kraft thought it resembled a “Fungus Spirit,” but more elusive—a “formless Fungus Spirit.” He could truly tear a Fungus Spirit into filaments, yet couldn’t grasp this thing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A primitive, unformed spiritual entity—like a self-replicating organic macromolecule on the verge of true life, stuck midway in development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves transmitted through its core, forming a three-dimensional—or possibly higher-dimensional—“wave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the complex transformation completed, the “wave” subsided. In its absence, the primitive spiritual entity was nearly imperceptible—perhaps only when aggregated into a colossal individual, like those in royal tombs, would it generate suffocating pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s do it again,” Kraft emptied the trough and tossed the kettle to Kup. “Boil some water. I want to see it once more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frankly, in the other world’s soul realm, whether this even passed animal ethics was debatable. Here, there wasn’t even a human ethics committee—he couldn’t even decide whether this required animal ethics or human tissue sample protocols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the experimental subject was placed once more into the steaming trough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The professor’s interest had shifted from aimless development of observation devices to biological research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he observed the entire wave pattern—complex to the point of dazzling, accompanied by intricate, elaborate tissue transformations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Complex, yet not chaotic. Kraft sensed an underlying pattern, even one-to-one correspondences—like raindrops striking a pond, each ripple overlapping to form an intricate web of waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you feel it?” The professor fished out the vial and handed it to Kup. “That wave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant clutched the vial with trembling hands for several seconds, then firmly shook his head and returned it: “I only feel a slight itch in my palms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought accepting the assistant position might have been a mistake—taking a monthly salary bump just to splash water on bottled terror, enduring an employer whose demeanor differed from his usual self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a pity,” Kraft said. Discoveries one cannot share always carry a sense of incompleteness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath; a hidden satisfaction, like fresh gas flooding his lungs, filled a corner of him, then flowed away like an exhale—he had already absorbed its novelty, and new curiosity had arisen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the sample used this wave signal to input instructions and control tissue transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But too many transformations occurred simultaneously—the intricate waves intertwined and tangled into a ball of yarn with no loose end, utterly impossible to unravel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It resembled the problem biology faced upon reaching the gene level: the genetic code lay before you, yet deciphering what each segment did, or what bugs caused which diseases, was a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be ideal if one could induce targeted, high-intensity expression of a specific function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to try again...” Kraft rubbed his stiff hands, desperate for progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the flowing sandglass reminded him that the time he’d spent in his spiritual sense was increasing second by second—too much repetition was a massive waste; he needed better experimental planning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already tested physical stimuli like temperature—he should try another angle. Perhaps new insights would emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the sample rhythmically contract and expand, an old idea surfaced: since it was homologous to human tissue, could drugs effective on humans affect this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kup, bring me the digitalis and belladonna—no, wait... I mean foxglove and devil’s cherry—from the box.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1129,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6d9854defcd5be0eec1379be732b48b93d86ba72f3d51fa7b4aead37421e6dca","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-291","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-289",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]