142: Chapter 131 Self-Check (1/3) 142: Chapter 131 Self-Check (1/3) Soon, Elan fetched a small bucket of boiled and purified water.
By this ti, Ian had roughly regained control of his limbs.
After gulping down several mouthfuls of water, he urged Elan to return to his room and rest.
Concerned for his elder brother, Elan slowly closed the door to his room, and only then did the young man let out a long sigh before staring solemnly at his continuously trembling hands.
The pain was not unbearable.
If it were purely a sensation of burning, Ian was not fearful.
His achievents as a Sand Armor Apprentice were noteworthy.
Ordinary flas could hardly harm him, and he had overco his fear of such pain and was therefore able to control it.
But the real issue lay in the abnormality of the nerves—from his limbs to his spine, from the inside of his internal organs to the tips of his fingers, an indescribably bizarre stimulation made it difficult for Ian to control his body.
It was as if his entire body was undergoing a stress response on its own.
If he did not exercise control, his body might convulse wildly, twisting in a manner that defied the normal conventions of human movent.
Like now.
Originally, Ian’s control over his body was precise to the milliter.
He could draw one hundred identical five-milliter straight lines continuously with a carving knife, not a hair more or less, as stable as machinery.
But now, these hands were trembling uncontrollably.
Forget about precision, he doubted he could even draw a wavy line if he held a pen.
“That Silver Chip…”
Ian murmured to himself, recalling the extraordinary item his teacher had given him in the final monts, which seed to gather all the endless stars within its flowing light.
That object, which displayed a never-before-seen ‘iridescent’ light in the Foresight View.
In its presence, even the Ancient Dragon Heart Core left by Hiliard was but a star in the Milky Way, a tiny golden sun.
And now, in the Foresight View, the iridescent brilliance had started to spread from the brain, extending to every corner of his body.
Ian was not worried that this strange object would harm him.
Putting aside that his teacher would never intend to harm him, even if the Core Chip were indeed faulty, could he resist it?
“The sense of pain is diminishing…
now it’s a numb itch.”
As various sensations, whether cold or hot, painful or tingling, transmitted from within his body, Ian bit down on a stick to prevent himself from accidentally biting his tongue due to uncontrollable stimulation.
He perceived calmly with a frown: “Hallucinations are also occurring.
I just saw fish flying, even heard the roar of a spaceship engine from a previous life…
Wait, that’s not a hallucination.
Is the Core Chip reading my mory?”
All engineers on board in his forr life had to undergo mory scans.
Ian couldn’t claim familiarity with it, but it was indeed reminiscent: “What exactly is that?
I don’t have an Electronic Brain now, yet it can scan the bioelectrical signals of an organic brain and search long-term mories?
What kind of magical technology is this…
Oh, this is a magical world after all, forget I said anything.”
“My thoughts were very muddled just now, significantly weakened, but now they’ve returned to normal…
Yes, this is the result of the brain’s computing power being utilized—the Silver Chip itself does not have computing power, it connects with my nerves and mobilizes my own brain to perform a self-scan.”
If it were an ordinary person, becoming aware that their mories and brain’s computing power were being mobilized would undoubtedly cause fear.
But for Ian, who often had to establish neural links with maintenance AI and engineering machinery, this feeling was as familiar as coming ho.
The sensations of sourness, pain, and itching were gradually fading away, replaced by an extre delay.
Ian felt as if his hands were not hands, and his legs not legs, re sticks—shifting them even slightly required a few seconds’ delay before seeing them respond to his call.
It was as familiar as wirelessly controlling an engineering robot across the distance between the Earth and the moon.
He squinted, pondering, “After testing nerve sensitivity, endurance, mory, and brain computing power, are we now starting to test the smoothness of signal flow?
Interesting, then the previous limb convulsions and visceral spasms should not be simply pain…”
“Yes, it’s checking my body structure and muscle strength; every joint in my body moved, appearing to spasm randomly, but in fact, every corner of my body moved once.”
“Next, probably the limits of the body and Sublimation Organ—if it can detect the Sublimation Organ, that is.”
All fear cos from the unknown, but when you can roughly grasp the context of sothing, many things no longer require guesswork.
Just as Ian had anticipated, soon, as the delay gradually disappeared, Ian’s body suddenly began to heat up—the extre heat seed to pour from every corner of his body, every muscle fiber, every cell, and instantly made the boy’s face turn beet red, with visible steam rising from all over his body.
In that instant, Ian felt explosive power coursing through his body.
But it was only for a mont, as the heat surged like a tide, then receded just as quickly.
Testing the limits was not difficult, followed imdiately by the Sublimation Organ.
This ti, the test was quite gentle—Ian only felt as if a thin ripple swept over his entire body, prompting an instinctive response from all of his Sublimation Organs.
After receiving the feedback, the ripples clustered layer upon layer, converging inside the brain.
Then, Ian saw it.
He opened his eyes and saw a completely different world.
It was morning, with the brilliant sunshine streaming through the window after the rain, illuminating the table.
The unrinsed dishes still had remnants of food, and the dried fish hanging behind the window swayed slightly.
And the many colors that Humans would generally be unable to see, just entered the boy’s eyes like that.
At this mont, in Ian’s eyes, the entire world’s color saturation had enriched by several magnitudes, more real and deep than any enhancents by graphics cards could offer.
Beyond just the pure colors being more vivid and pronounced, he could also see that the golden halo on the surface shone on the brown table, diffusing a layer of light red and blue-purple haloes, while the spots not touched by sunlight were blue-tinted, but equally clear.
The decaying food remnants were more conspicuous than other areas, with the heat from ferntation and decay and various trace compounds secreted by bacteria all clearly visible to Ian’s eyes now.
“Ultraviolet vision and infrared vision…
as well as heat imaging.”
The White Folks boy murmured to himself as he stood up to survey the entire house—he felt his eyes had changed considerably from before, a layer of Origin Structure suddenly erged in his deep pupils, allowing him to perceive ultraviolet light, while the crystalline structure of his eye sockets also changed due to the Origin Quality, enabling him to capture infrared light.
At the sa ti, the perception of heat beca noticeably clearer.
Ian’s gaze swept over Elan’s room; he could clearly see the infrared radiation left behind by his brother’s movents, which was a scattered and fragnted light red mist.
At the door, the heat generated from his own previous struggles and pain was even clearer.
Looking through the room’s door and walls, the boy could even see a glow of red light—the little boy was curled up in bed, seemingly worried and a bit sleepy because he hadn’t slept well the night before.
“A sleep would be good.”
With an almost imperceptible sigh, Ian closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he had activated Foresight View.
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