novelraw Chapter 86 Can the girl move on her own?
Chapter 86 Can the girl move on her own?
Chapter 86 Can the girl move on her own?
Ian lay on a rock, his jelly-like body round and plump.
But my mental state is on the verge of collapse.
One morning.
His consciousness switched endlessly among the dragon's clones in all directions, almost like a revolving lantern.
Sometimes when my consciousness shifts, it's as if I see my great-grandmother waving at me.
If I continue like this, I'll either develop a mental disorder or go brain death.
"Damn it—" Ian cursed weakly, "Even my CPU in my past life wasn't this overworked. I'm trying to do the work of sixteen threads on a single core, it's too difficult—"
Nearby, a little bunny boy who was passing by heard Ian cursing, paused for a moment, then picked up Ian and patted him.
Ian felt comforted by the little bunny and even found some solace in it.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Ian: "—It's nothing, I'm just tired."
The little bunny blinked, then took a piece of dried meat from his pocket and placed it next to Ian.
"Sir, eat something, and you'll have the strength."
After saying that, he ran away.
Ian looked down at the piece of dried meat.
"————Alright then."
Ian used his tentacles to roll up the dried meat and stuff it into his body.
The taste is alright, a bit salty.
Watching that bouncy, skipping figure disappear into the distance.
Ian felt deeply that he was now carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders!
Before Ian could even savor the tender moment...
The angry voice in his mind rang out again: "Moo! Mother of the Earth! Another batch of scrap metal has been forged! You'd better adjust it again."
At the same time, a cooing sound also rang in my mind, babbling incoherently.
But Ian was too preoccupied to argue; he could only deal with the situation at the Angry Horn before asking what trouble those greens had gotten into this time.
Ian's body twitched, and his consciousness switched to the Minotaur clone.
"Coming—" the clone responded weakly, rolled off the stone, and hopped toward the stove.
He jumped around, thinking: This can't go on. Absolutely not. He only has one slime. Just one.
Even if it can split into multiple clones, it only has one brain!
Consciousness cannot split apart like the body; it can only handle affairs in two places at a time. Any more than that and things will become nonsensical.
I need a method.
This allows the minotaurs, rabbitmen, and goblins to access their own magical energy channels.
It's not about casting the spell yourself, but about "connecting" to the network of connections he's laid out, and then you can use it with a single click.
Just like connecting to WiFi in a past life.
Once connected to WiFi, you can access the internet.
Connecting to the magic network allows for things like hardening and ignition, and temperature regulation.
A thought flashed through Ian's mind—the cell phone.
In this world, it would be—a terminal specifically designed for magical energy channels.
If we can make it, we can have the Angry Horn hold the terminal, tap it once to connect to the network, and tap it again to adjust the furnace temperature.
Then he wouldn't need to switch his consciousness back and forth every day.
But the problem is: how do we connect it?
The magical energy channels were woven by his talent; they are formless and intangible, and currently only he himself can perceive them, along with legendary druids or the Elf King who can perceive them to some extent.
But we can't exactly find a few legendary druids to serve as slaves in Dragon's Lands, can we?
Or how about we invite the Elf King to work on the construction site? I'll appoint the Elf King as a project manager, ta-da!
Connecting ordinary people to magical pathways seems like a difficult task to achieve.
Ian sighed.
Let's get to work.
In the evening, Ian finally used his clone to inspect all the construction sites.
The last bit of moisture-proof and fireproofing has been laid in the granary; we can start building the walls tomorrow.
The newly opened medicinal fields over there have all been given veins, and the Dragon Blood Wheat is growing well, so there's not much need for adjustments. It looks like it'll be ripe next month. If nothing unexpected happens, with the magic veins frantically infusing magic power, the Dragon Blood Wheat can achieve a terrifying two-month ripening cycle!
When the food is ready, as long as someone unlucky enough to eat it won't die, then the few hundred people in Dragon Territory will be able to achieve food self-sufficiency.
On the blacksmithing and steelmaking side, nothing was gained! But after being manipulated by Ian, Angry Horn has become incredibly stubborn and is still relentlessly forging iron.
The cement road is halfway paved, with only fifty meters left. We'll continue tomorrow.
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Then comes the most important thing —
Goblin Dining Hall.
When Ian hopped into the goblin camp, he fell silent.
Those green-skinned bastards somehow got hold of a pile of rotten wood and are building a gigantic shed in the open space. The shed is already half-built, crooked and crooked, like a drunken giant.
Phoebe stood to the side, the staff in her hand now a deep, almost blackish-red color at the tip, stained with the blood of countless goblins.
Meanwhile, Gugu was pointing and gesturing at the goblins working on the construction site.
"It's crooked on the left! You! I told you it was a crossbeam, and you still stuck it in vertically! Idiot!"
"You fucking let 007 out of here! Who sealed him in that concrete?! If it dries out, someone could die!"
The goblins were completely outmaneuvered by him, and the more they ran around, the more chaotic it became.
Ian watched for a while and noticed a problem: these greenskins had no idea how to build it, let alone consider things like mechanics.
Although Kiki's dwarf craftsmen had provided the blueprints, the delicate and frail goblins were unable to do many things, and fearing punishment, they started to mess around a bit.
What a thoroughly enjoyable and chaotic mix-and-match!
When Gugu saw Ian, he came running over excitedly.
"Sir! Look at our canteen! It'll be ready soon!"
Ian looked at the dilapidated shed.
"—It's about to collapse, isn't it?"
Gugu glanced back, scratched his head, and said, "I don't think so, right?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a click came from the other side of the shed.
A crossbeam broke, and half of the roof collapsed, crushing several goblins.
The goblins that were being held down peeked out from the pile of wood, looking completely bewildered.
"It collapsed?"
"Who did it?"
Gugu covered her face.
Ian had nothing to say, so he could only hop over, extend his tentacle, and tap on the pile of rotten wood.
[Hand of the Mage] activated.
A pair of magical hands slowly moved the crooked logs, adjusting their positions. Broken beams were replaced with new logs, and collapsed roofs were lifted and re-secured.
Three minutes later, a simple shed, at least one that wouldn't collapse, stood there.
Gugu's eyes were wide open like copper bells.
"Sir/Madam! What is this?! Teach me!"
Ian retracted his tentacles.
"You can't learn this."
Gugu lowered its head in disappointment.
Phoebe leaned closer, looking curious. "Lord Ian, was that magic just now?"
Ian thought for a moment: "I guess so."
"What level?"
"It's hard to say."
Phoebe chuckled, her eyes filled with longing for magic: "Can I learn it?"
Ian glanced at her.
Phoebe, the Titan Mage, only knows how to cast Flash and swings her staff more easily than she can grab a hammer.
"You can't learn it."
Phoebe pouted.
Nicole, who was keeping accounts nearby, said without looking up, "Phoebe, forget about it. Lord Ian's skill is clearly not something a novice mage can learn. You can't even cast a fireball!"
Phoebe glared at her: "I can make it!"
"The one you rubbed last time, it made your hair burn."
"That was an accident!"
Barbara silently turned a page of the holy book and whispered, "It was burned the time before last too."
Phoebe: "—Shut up."
Ian glanced at the barely salvaged shed, then at Gugu and the gilded roses who were bickering.
"I'm thinking of making something for you. Maybe with a little touch, this magic will work, and the wood will move on its own."
Gugu's eyes lit up again, looking very expectant: "Really?!"
"Really. Let me think of a way."
Gugu was so excited that he spun around on the spot, and then ran to show off to the other goblins.
Ian lay on the ground, watching the group of green-skinned bastards huddled together, chattering about this.
"It moves by itself with just a tap!"
"Really? Can it make the girl I like move on her own?"
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The idea in Ian's mind became clearer.
Magic Pulse Terminal.
It must be done.