Chapter 125

Modern magic development, its focus is obviously how to achieve swift and convenient spellcasting.

Popularization, convenience, stability, swiftness.

The Magic Staff system thus came into being.

Just as Aomo once pointed out in the class group—based on pre‑recorded spell sequences constructed spell macros, on the foundation of perfected Magic Staff technology, they became a mainstream popular practice.

Different needs in different situations have produced a sufficiently diverse array of combinations.

Moreover, studying and simulating spell macros for various scenarios can even serve as a livelihood, with plenty of lazy people willing to pay for it.

This is the spring of the theoretical division.

But this spring does not belong to Bi Ze; Bi Ze originally belonged to the lazy people who pay for him—for a severely foundation‑lacking magic novice, the entry‑level Magic Staff system is just right, especially when equipped with a simple AI that can act as half a teacher, occasionally supplementing prenatal knowledge.

A sufficiently powerful AI can even intelligently combine your stored spell macros, allowing your spell usage to reach exquisite perfection while the physical sensation is just aaaaaaa.

Just an a and it's done—no other operation needed, essentially AI playing for you.

However, this is not the point; the point is that since Bi Ze's situation was described with "originally", there is obviously a turning point.

That is the club he joined.

The Source Energy Exchange Club has always been quite competitive; most of those who can get it started have a special skill, and their unique macro systems spread internally, which actually helps Bi Ze save a lot of money.

And after this incident, what can be saved is not just money.

Aomo naturally has a deep impression of the cultivation sites he organized; the reason this "Nofi Source Energy Club" is listed on Bi Ze's grand adventure list, aside from its own research field, is that in Aomo's big‑data investigation it already possessed personnel risks—

——The so‑called exposés, comments, melon‑grazing, and even the knowledgeable guys directly under the publicity board all point straight to the conflict between the department head and his relatives.

To have escalated to this extent is to be not far from a large‑scale personnel reshuffle.

Aomo's annotation of that place is a factional struggle.

The factional squabbles of academic exchange are no problem for small fry, nor are they serious enough to warrant killing, yet he still urged Bi Ze to use the alarm plan.

In this light, Bi Ze's luck is also quite special.

Of course, even more special is himself.

Being stared at by a potential killer ought to keep one anxious all day, but he seems somewhat lacking in real feeling, enjoying spell macros all the way and hardly considering his shaky magic foundation.

Or rather, very g (referring to magic level).

An ordinary person's magic level caps at g+; after casting five or six minor spells they feel drained, and further squeezing consumes life force.

And Bi Ze is a middling g.

Before it proliferates, he can't even respond to a challenge.

Wait for him to ask later……On ordinary days, Aomo might have actively popularized ways to improve magic basics, but then he was tracking follow‑up reports on the Nofi Source Energy Club.

Not resolving it remains a hidden danger; although the other party fled to a foreign land, coincidentally he is going there tomorrow.

Together with David and his frequent dialogue companion Rebecca.

【On my behalf, confirm that fugitive's information,】

After issuing this command to the long‑playing‑dead Morrison, Aomo, before parting, earnestly instructed Bi Ze on the points to watch for when communicating at the club, then rushed straight to the supermarket to catch a discount.

Then quickly returned home.

He was very pressed for time.

Not only because tomorrow he will undertake his first official job after becoming a mercenary.

But also because he wants to try an idea.

For this, after dinner he couldn't even specially pull Morrison's large iron coffin from under the bed in his room.

The large coffin can hold an adult; beneath it is a partition with fixed points where weapons of wildly different shapes can be slotted in, to be switched over when needed, and the metal coffin itself can deform slightly to fill missing weapon parts—Aomo initially didn't notice the subtlety, but upon actually trying it he sensed a faint déjà vu.

Morrison couldn't say where the weapon came from, because the iron coffin had accompanied him for far too long, and as a collector he favors the new and discards the old; thus Aomo could only confirm via the coffin's own engraved patterns that it is a work of the Source Energy Engineering Institute, dating at least several decades back.

But perhaps, maybe……one could speculate that the alchemy department student borrowed the structure of some heroic spirit's divine armor relic, or the god‑key category of a collapsed work.

However, the commonality of these two, in a nutshell, is also Swiss‑army‑knife‑like inclusivity, and this armament pushes the envelope here——the 'parts' making up the coffin's internal armaments are interchangeable!

Aomo could even insert the short‑handle weapon slot of the Beta Magic Blade inside; then the coffin could directly push out the Magic Blade instead of concealing the laser‑emitting mouth of the civilized staff.

If that student graduated and didn't switch careers, after several decades he ought to have achieved something, maybe even have students of his own.

Thinking this way, the thing might actually have some collectible value, but if it were really put up on an online store, Morrison would obviously be the first to go berserk.

So Aomo merely symbolically placed a few weapons inside, then lay down himself.

Not caring whether it's uncomfortable, he directly cast a spell, then picked up the magic potion provided by Ailisuzhi, and immediately proceeded to induce a stable sleep.

Eyes closed then opened, he found himself in a pitch‑black expanse.

Looking up, however, there were countless bubbles like stars—the aggregation of countless dreams, a scene already seen in the afternoon experiment.

Rashly intruding therein is like an adventure; the dominion of dreams is never in the intruder's hands unless the intruder understands this way deeply and the dream‑lord lacks self‑awareness.

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But cluster dreams are different.

Formed by some mental collective or an artificially crafted dreamscape, it possesses considerable intuitive stability, not like a wild heavenly horse sky, but must follow the rules recognized by the mental collective——this is the foundation of the dream server.

Such a large‑scale dream, just by appearance, differs intuitively from other dreams—no longer illusory bubbles, but a fixed‑form corner of a lightscape.

Yet who knows how many such large‑scale dreams there are—since someone figured out using dreams for gatherings, relaxation, entertainment, etc., these large‑scale dreams have sprouted like spring shoots after rain.

The decent ones are basically encrypted rooms; the shoddy ones lack a 'password' yet are numerous, hence the need for further refinement.

Missing a room number, huh.

As for now, he has arrived here to provide Ailisuzhi with new data to verify the previous traces.

Traces of dream connections linger in the mind.

Ailisuzhi, unexpectedly but reasonably, possesses an instrument for observing mentality; however, Aomo's mental traces are somewhat complex, and aside from the initial monster fusion, she discovered many more unclear 'wounds'.

Numerous and dense, they are enough to show researchers the subject's long‑poor mental state.

But compared to deepening this understanding, both parties entering the 'professional field' care more about the side effects of this 'model lake' concept.

Entering a dream link leaves traces; by those traces one can locate the dream room—normally it's easy, provided the spirit hasn't left too many traces.

With so many traces, it seriously hinders the investigation—Suzi needs clearer data for comparison and reference, for which Aomo must frequently link into the dream.

In that case, there's no need to keep checking the dream rooms; that was originally an extremely inefficient act. Aomo only needs to try linking and confirm the instrument's reading, then he can withdraw and rest honestly.

But this is the task Suzi gave him.

As for Aomo himself, the conclusion he tried to reach has already been tested.

He looked at the large coffin lying on the ground, reached out to push it open, checked the inside—it was empty.

The attempt to bring weapons into the dream was obviously successful.

But it succeeded only a little.

Just as he was about to finish work and rest peacefully, making up for the sleep deficit of the past few days, he suddenly saw a familiar figure weaving through countless bubbles.

It was the familiar black windbreaker, the familiar black long hair, but without that hint of white at the forehead, and without the somewhat tall stature.

Chazuo?

At the moment Aomo saw her, she seemed to sense it and turned her head; in her eyes lacking divine light, a touch of joy suddenly appeared.

That joy was not fervent, yet not bland either—like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, carrying a hint of surprise, and thus she descended from the sky, rushing toward him.

A distance of a kilometer was but a moment—this was naturally out of the ordinary, more like the use of some ability than the speed of Uma Musume, and she was about to slam straight into Aomo.

With a happy face, you want to kill me?

Aomo couldn't understand, but he lifted the iron coffin in his hands.

The other party couldn't brake in time; the force of the direct hit was such that even if he instantly transformed into a demon, he could barely keep his balance.

But at least the coffin didn't deform.

That's enough, seal the coffin!