Chapter 75: Five-Organ Thinking and the Superpowered Visitors

Strange, eerie…

Standing before the mirror, Fang Can looked down at the brain cradled in his two hands.

In his palms, it was covered in gray-white and pale pink grooves and folds, like a complex map.

Its surface shimmered with a faint moist luster—the quiet, mysterious scent of life’s deepest core.

Feeling the weight of over a pound in his hands, it felt nearly weightless to him, yet he cradled it with utmost care, gazing at it as if it were a priceless artifact.

Fang Can gently lifted it, staring at his own brain matter, and a sense of awe for life arose within him.

‘Is this my brain?’ A flicker of emotion passed through Fang Can’s eyes.

Even the most indifferent person toward life could not remain indifferent when holding their own brain in their hands—because what lay before them was their own mind.

He slightly raised his head, gazing at his reflection in the mirror; the Fang Can in the mirror looked exactly like an ordinary outsider.

When removing his brain from the skull, he had even politely taken the time to close the cranial cap.

In the mirror, his only visible mark was a faint, unhealed red line on his forehead—indicating that with a light lift, his skull could be reopened.

Anyone seeing this elegant young man gazing into the mirror would find it impossible to imagine that behind his beautiful, glancing eyes lay an empty skull.

Behind Fang Can, Jiang Ningan, who had watched in silent shock throughout, was utterly stunned—no one could accept seeing a person remove their own brain from their head.

Watching the boy continuously examine his own brain, occasionally reaching out to touch it, murmuring in awe, she felt a pang of discomfort and rose to run into the inner room.

Upon entering, she saw Liu Qingmeng shaking her head at her.

‘Ning’an, this is also a test for you. Your inner state is still unrefined—no wonder you’ve remained stuck at the Third Transformation all these years. In both temperament and talent, you fall short of that boy.’

‘At your current inner state, you’ll likely never cross the threshold to the Fourth Transformation within a hundred years.’

‘In this regard, you should learn from Fang Can.’

Hearing Liu Qingmeng’s blunt comparison to another’s child the moment she stepped in, Jiang Ningan was stunned into silence.

‘Yes, disciple humbly accepts Master’s instruction.’ Jiang Ningan bowed, then hurriedly retreated toward the outer room.

Returning outside, she saw Fang Can already seated on the ground, cradling his brain, slowly attuning himself to its presence.

‘This effect is truly excellent—close contact has increased the speed of my cellular infection by more than fivefold.’

‘At this rate, my entire body will be transformed into a thinking brain within a week.’

Fang Can was quietly marveling at his brain when he looked up and saw Jiang Ningan approaching.

‘Senior Jiang, is there something you need? Did Senior Liu give you instructions?’ Fang Can asked, puzzled.

‘Master told me to learn from you,’ Jiang Ningan said softly. ‘Your brain works well—lend it to me for a while.’

‘Uh…’

Fang Can felt his thoughts stutter.

Senior Liu told you to learn from me—shouldn’t you be learning how to open your skull? Why do you want to borrow my precious brain? Don’t you have one?

But remembering that she couldn’t remove her brain like he could, Fang Can fell silent.

‘Alright.’ As he spoke, Fang Can handed the brain over. ‘Senior Jiang, would you like to touch it?’

‘Is this Fang Can’s brain?’

Jiang Ningan stared at the brain, long removed from its skull, and cautiously extended her hand. It felt soft to the touch—nothing like the revulsion she had expected.

‘Please be careful when handling it—don’t damage the brain matter. Restoring it is complicated, and I still need to put it back.’ Fang Can warned.

‘I know that well,’ Jiang Ningan said, leaning close to examine the lifelike brain in Fang Can’s hands.

Thus, the two sat cross-legged on the ground, gazing at the brain as harmoniously as a couple admiring their newborn child.

Inside the room, Liu Qingmeng watched this scene with satisfaction: ‘Good. Maintain this.’

…

Over the next two days, Fang Can spent his time contemplating the brain.

After merely two days of contemplation, his entire torso had been entirely transformed into brain matter.

Now, he was no longer limited to thinking through his heart—he could think with his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys alike.

Of course, even so, there remained a minimum unit of thought.

Just as a machine is a whole composed of individual parts, and no single part can move on its own.

A single cell cannot think—only countless cells converging to form a brain can possess thought.

Only when Fang Can’s bodily tissue exceeded five hundred grams could it think; he still could not make each individual cell function independently.

‘Ding dong!’

With a clear doorbell chime, Fang Can’s brow instinctively furrowed.

It was four in the afternoon—no one had ever disturbed him at this hour before.

He glanced back at the two seniors, who had quietly retreated to their rooms, then shook his head.

Confirming his skull felt heavy and that he had not forgotten to reinsert his brain, Fang Can walked calmly toward the door.

Click—

As the doorknob turned, Mayor Li stood at the threshold, rubbing his hands with a beaming smile.

But this time, he was not alone—behind him stood a refined, middle-aged man.

‘Mayor Li, who is this…?’ Fang Can asked curiously, eyeing the man.

‘Young Master Fang, this is another hidden superpower user, just like you,’ Mayor Li introduced.

‘Superpower user?’

‘Yes, I’m Qu Hua. Pleased to meet you,’ the man said with a smile, extending his hand.

‘What’s your ability?’

‘Steel body.’ Qu Hua said, and before Fang Can’s eyes, his right arm transformed into steel.

This clearly differed from martial arts transformation—Fang Can now confirmed he was indeed a superpower user.

‘But why don’t you leave Z City?’ Fang Can asked. ‘In a few days is the Festival of Revelry—the security situation will be unstable. Staying here is dangerous.’

‘Just like you,’ Qu Hua said awkwardly. ‘Forced by (the Master God’s) constraints, we’re trapped in Z City until after the Festival ends.’

‘In the meantime, we might as well help out—can’t just stand by while the people of Z City suffer, can we?’

‘This guy isn’t lying—he’s a hidden superpower user like me?’

Fang Can’s intuition judged, and his distrust eased slightly: ‘Since we’re both superpower users, let’s find a place to talk.’

As Fang Can extended his invitation, in a distant bungalow, six other Lunhuizhe watched through a camera and erupted in cheers:

‘Perfect! He believes it—he finally believes it.’

(End of Chapter)