Chapter 323: Bio-Equipment

"How can I make you satisfied?"

In the dream, Li En was too lazy to guess with the Heroic Soul, so he asked directly.

"Singing, and performance." Accompanying the echoing strings was a melody like lyrics.

The other party was very honest, but this answer was not very friendly to Li En.

"But why did you deduct 1% satisfaction from my performance in the square earlier?"

Li En had naturally thought of this answer long ago.

With his action stats maxed out, he put on makeup, grabbed a lute, and went to the street to sing for money.

But after singing only two songs, he stopped; satisfaction and synchronization rate continued to drop, until even the base value required for the dream mode was insufficient.

"Oh, was that a performance? I thought you were summoning spirits?" Even the usually indifferent Festerion couldn't hold back a smile.

"Which spirit summoner summons spirits at the main gate of a square!" Li En had specifically chosen the place with the highest foot traffic to perform; anyway, he truly wasn't afraid of losing face, especially with the professional disguise provided.

"Then you were directing traffic. Heh, quite efficient."

Li En was stunned first, then got angry.

"After you started singing, the passing speed on that road at least doubled. Don't say pedestrians running across; even those carriages dared not stop..." The bard shook his head; for such a tone-deaf person to become his successor was truly a tragedy.

Lies do not hurt people; the truth is a sharp blade. The first half has a problem; lies can hurt people too, but truth hurts people often with true damage. The scene that happened just in the daytime hurt Li En quite badly.

Recalling the scene where vehicles and passersby ran away incredibly fast after he opened his mouth, Li En also felt heartbroken; even the oxen had started running away, and even the wild dogs didn't stop.

If he hadn't run fast afterwards, the constable probably would have caught him, requiring Talia/Shaliman to lead people again.

He sighed, half-speaking, while the Heroic Soul opposite him simply played the zither silently, completely ignoring him.

"I can't learn it."

"Truly hopeless."

Both sides confirmed that the other was not the right person; even if they forced themselves to teach, it would be completely unlearnable.

Art is pioneering; it is about expressing oneself and evoking emotional resonance. Li En might be a very good user, but truly not a pioneer.

He would instinctively pursue the "answer"; even if he couldn't achieve it or didn't believe it was the only answer, he would strive for the optimal solution.

But if countless pioneering paths before him were all correct, with no essential superiority or inferiority in choice, and all could lead to a future... he would naturally feel lost, completely unable to make a decision starting from data.

"Clearly, just choose by instinct. Forget it, don't waste breath."

To Festerion, Li En was just a "great vulgar person," the kind that was completely hopeless.

For these vulgar things, Festerion was usually too lazy to bother. But if it was another version of himself, merely witnessing it made him feel very ashamed.

Like a scientist looking at his childhood self, actually believing in various pseudo-scientists' "water turning into oil" and such; merely witnessing it felt very unpleasant.

Precisely, that was also himself, undeniable.

"Do one good deed a day. For every good deed you do, saving an innocent life, I will grant you the most basic satisfaction feedback according to the mechanism."

Since emotions couldn't be discussed, then let's discuss a transaction directly. Since it was impossible to truly inherit all the Heroic Soul's skills, let's spread a little bit of the philosophy.

Festerion seemed quite easy to talk to, but this was actually a barrier. Similar to a homeroom teacher realizing your determination to study; as long as you don't cause trouble or make a scene, they give you a passing grade.

As he said himself, to truly make him satisfied, one needed to create new works he liked; whether painting, drama, or music, Festerion wasn't picky. But since it was all Li En Sudar, even plagiarism was ineffective; Li En could not produce anything new at all.

"As for my inheritance... I suggest you learn how to broadcast films."

What does that mean? Play recordings?

Li En thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed. What if he couldn't learn it? Just copy the gourd to draw the melon; copy as much as possible.