mesbooks Chapter 64 The Chair School
Chapter 64 The Chair School
"If you want me to stand up for you, I can." Liang Jiu offered this bait, "You help me think of a better way to use divine power to assist in the divine war. As long as you come up with a good plan, I, as a god, will personally teach that brat a lesson for you."
(✧ω✧)
"I have a way!" Jane immediately perked up, and the iron box floated up and down in the air.
"We can strategically guide the Smoldering Clan to obtain Explosive Excrement through the [Evolution Hunter]. When the God Wars arrive and they encounter enemies they can't defeat, they can have the Smoldering Clan charge directly into the enemy's ranks and self-destruct! One bang, and it'll definitely give the enemy gods a huge surprise!"
"The Salaried are a race, not insects," Liang Jiu ruthlessly rejected. "The population loss is too great, next."
"Well..." Jane spun around in mid-air, seemingly frantically mobilizing her computing power, "How about you grant me full access to your divine power, and I'll try to hack into the Federation's divine domain battle system in the real world. During the mid-term exam matchmaking, I'll group you with the strongest opponents so you can crush the weaker ones!"
Liang Jiu was speechless: "Do you want me to get first place in the final exam, or do you want me to go straight to the federal hardened criminal prison?"
"That's a gross underestimation of the computational assistants of other gods in the mortal world. They have specialized teams of followers dedicated to information warfare."
(ノ｀Д)ノ
"I don't want this, I don't want that! My master is too difficult to please! I don't want to anymore!"
Jane grumbled angrily, and the metal shell emitted a wave of divine power. It drew in the surrounding free-floating divine power, rapidly pulling and shaping it in the void, and in the blink of an eye, it assembled a white plastic chair.
Then, the metal box flipped over in mid-air, turned its back to Liang Jiu, and sat motionless on the plastic chair, clearly sulking.
Liang Jiu looked at the scene before him without offering any words of comfort.
His attention was completely drawn to the chair.
It has a cheap design, four legs, and a backrest.
This was clearly the template he had temporarily created in the Godless Realm to trap Li Qinggu, and it had been completely reproduced by Jian.
Looking at the chair, a sudden inspiration flashed through Liang Jiu's mind.
I had just completely fallen into a misconception.
Why go to the trouble of finding something far away and start from scratch in the void, trying to create a completely new system?
Since the underlying structure of this plastic chair was able to withstand the interference of the divine artifact and trap Li Qinggu, it proves that it has practical value in combat.
Given this, why not directly iterate and improve upon this existing template that has already been tested in practice?
But how should it be designed? How can we enhance control and material hardness?
Smaller items require less divine power, which allows Liang Jiu to make more drastic changes to them.
In a war of gods, it is not difficult to unexpectedly trap the opponent's gods or their followers.
The total amount of divine power is probably Liang Jiu's biggest weakness compared to those geniuses. Once the trapped person uses the same or even more divine power to forcefully push outward, this chair will be violently broken, and we will return to the old path of a war of attrition.
Purely divine power contests are something Liang Jiu must avoid.
With a slight thought, Liang Jiu made a direct modification to the plastic chair under Jian.
Several streams of divine power instantly extended from the back and legs of the chair, intertwining into a net that bound the iron box to the seat.
(〇_ｏ)
The sudden turn of events left Jane in a panic.
It struggled violently on the chair, then mobilized the divine power within its authority and pushed outwards with a sudden burst of strength.
With a soft sound, the divine power net binding it collapsed. It easily broke free. After all, the divine power Liang Jiu used this time was roughly the same level as what Jian could mobilize.
(╬Ò‸Ó)
"You big bastard! You used me as an experiment!"
Jane protested loudly, and the metal box immediately floated backward a distance, away from Liang Jiu and the dangerous chair.
"Don't you want revenge for that child who bullied you? Don't you want a god to teach her a lesson for you?"
The metal box suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"If you want to, you'll have to cooperate with me."
There was silence in the void for a few seconds.
(￣ ー￣)
Jane reluctantly moved back and stopped next to the plastic chair again.
"It's a promise, you'll stand up for me after the experiment!"
After reaching a consensus, one person and one AI began to study the chair.
They were researching how to modify the structure to bind people to the chair with less divine power.
The robot's shouts and curses could be heard continuously throughout the process.
……
Meanwhile, in the realm of the gods.
The night wind blew through the wooden house.
Three-year-old Xin'an was lying on her mother Liz's lap, listlessly fiddling with an object in her hand. When she looked up, a four-pointed star appeared in her pupils, particularly eye-catching in the night.
"Mom, why can't we find that big cube?" Xin'an stopped what she was doing and asked curiously.
Liz reached out and gently stroked her daughter's soft hair: "That's the Divine Envoy. The Divine Envoy has his own mission and can't play with you every day."
"Huh? But that big cube was really fun." Xin'an muttered to himself, feeling very sorry for losing this toy that allowed him to run around the territory.
Liz, now a new mother, has shed her tattered leather armor and donned a newly woven long dress from the tribe. Her demeanor and the look in her eyes have subtly softened.
Having escaped the endless wandering and fighting, even a half-dragon can easily become somewhat addicted to the comforts of the present moment.
What's more, a man gave her the most solemn promise, saying he would protect her for life.
I really don't know where they learned these sweet words.
The girl, who had been lying on my lap, seemed a little bored after a while. She shifted to a more comfortable position and asked, "Mother, when is Father coming back?"
Liz looked out the window; the night sky behind the territory was glowing red from the towering blast furnaces.
"He'll be back when the distant firelight fades." Liz looked away. "If Xin'an goes to bed early, he might be able to catch him leaving tomorrow morning."
"God?" Three-year-old Xin'an tilted his head, still quite confused about the word.
"Alright, it's time for bed, Xin'an." Liz carried her to the bed and covered her with the animal skin blanket. "You're the eldest sister, you need to set a good example for your future younger brother."
Xin An fell silent and pulled the corner of the blanket to her chin.
She doesn't particularly like sleeping.
Strange images would always appear uncontrollably in her dreams. She liked those wonderful adventures that seemed like fragments of memory, but some of the images were too profound and unfamiliar, which frightened her.
Blood and fire inspired her.
For some reason, she felt that one day she would also embark on such a path.