If you want to reach this level, Chen Shouyi can easily do it.
Just release the aura.
The Original Force around him will riot, and it's not just the Original Force—electromagnetic force and gravity will be affected as well. However, these are unconscious and incidental, like the wind stirred up when walking, which cannot be controlled.
The other's research clearly opened a door for him.
"Perhaps there might be a surprise after all," Chen Shouyi mused.
"Good Giant, look at little dot, is it big or not, big or not?"
In a flash, Chen Shouyi saw the Shell Lady standing in front of the projector's spotlight, jumping frantically while excitedly shouting at Chen Shouyi, leaving a shadow on the wall with outstretched claws.
The red little dot on the side looked at the Shell Lady, eager to try, an envious expression on her face.
Chen Shouyi's mouth twitched, such troubleso kids, don't you find them annoying?
Maliciously, he unplugged the power cord.
As the spotlight dimd, the Shell Lady imdiately returned to her original form, her mouth pouting, feeling aggrieved, and then burst into tears, "You turned out to be a bad giant, boo hoo... Little dot doesn't like you anymore."
At the sa ti, the red little dot beside also started crying loudly.
"Don't cry, don't cry, it'll be back right away, it'll be back," Chen Shouyi helplessly surrendered to the two ancestors and plugged it back in.
...
There was silence through the night.
The next day, atop the snowy peak in another world.
A vast sea of fire was blazing fiercely, spreading around, the snow on the mountain rapidly lting and evaporating, with waves of heat rolling forth.
Finding the unique "code" may be difficult for Anderson, but for Chen Shouyi, it's a piece of cake, thanks to his supercomputer-like thinking capacity and deep control over consciousness.
In just a short ti, he effortlessly leveraged the surrounding Original Force with a "small" cost of will.
If it was before, creating such a vast sea of fire would also be possible, achieving it with re will.
But the latter would seem like using brute force, forcibly altering reality, consuming will several tis more than the forr. While the forr can leverage the minimal will to exert maximum power.
However, Chen Shouyi unfortunately found that this thod lacked practicality or wasn't suitable for him, as it took too long to initiate.
At his level, battles occur in the blink of an eye, calculated almost in milliseconds.
While you are still brewing, the attack cos like a sudden storm, giving you no ti to brew.
"No wonder, at the level of a Barbarian God, no creature excels in 'Magic'. They all fight with Divine Power and their bodies. Perhaps these Barbarian Gods haven't ignored the Original Force, but at their level, 'Magic' is redundant, far less useful than Divine Power," Chen Shouyi speculated.
In battles, Divine Power is evidently more efficient, requiring no brewing and is more powerful.
Of course, as a force supporting all mysterious powers including Divine Power in another world, the "fifth fundantal force" clearly will not be so simple, as a basic force, its potential is endless.
Moreover, what he did was just the crudest usage.
Like when the generator was first invented, who could have thought electricity would open a new era, requiring countless intelligence and ti to develop.
...
Anderson now lives quite comfortably.
He has no interest in fighting; the founding of the Pantheon was rely in pursuit of immortality and becoming a god, unlike other terrifying organizations with political aspirations—the Pantheon is essentially a research institution, just that the research contents are more insane, bloody, and unscrupulous.
Now, the situation is stronger than people, externally, the Barbarian God rampages, internally, the Martial Arts Bureau suppresses, especially with General Manager Chen's presence, he can only behave obediently, no longer daring to stir trouble.
Shortly after gaining citizenship in Great Xia Country, he applied to enter the laboratory.
Although Anderson is a legendary strongman, compared to other martial artists who haven't graduated high school, he was already a scientist before becoming famous, holding two doctoral degrees, with nurous papers published under various pseudonyms, spanning biology, dicine, physics, and extraterrestrial Original Force among other fields.
Shortly after joining the laboratory, with undeniable achievents and so secretive ans, he ousted the forr director, becoming the new head of the lab.
He is quite a disciplined person; early in the morning, Anderson is already in the lab.
"Director An!"
"Director An, so early?"
On the way, researchers greeted him.
Anderson, silent, nodded along the way, put on the lab coat, and entered the testing area.
A large-scale electronic emitter is in operation.
Several dark-eyed experinters observing experint data in front of clumsy computers.
These years, the speed of technological recovery is getting faster, showing a continuous acceleration trend, not much visible in civilian areas, but in military-industrial and research fields, certain aspects have recovered to the levels seen in the seventies.
Anderson watches for a while and asks, "Have you found anything new?"
"Director, not yet?" One of the experinters quickly replied upon hearing Anderson's voice.
The approach to researching the Original Force is simple.
Original Force can affect electrons; conversely, electrons can affect the Original Force. By bombarding electrons to gather data, we can analyze the nature and effects of the Original Force. But this is evidently not a simple task. Humans have been researching this for ten to twenty years, even deploying particle accelerators; apart from various theoretical hypotheses, gains have been ager.
"Continue, notify if there are any discoveries," Anderson nodded and said.
"Yes, Director." Two exhausted experinters honestly replied.
Anderson leaves the testing area and goes to the office to sit down.
While making tea, he organizes new experintal ideas.
Since arriving in Great Xia Country, he has gotten used to drinking tea, mainly because coffee is hard to co by.
"It's a pity I can't use extre thods." He murmured to himself.
For instance, he always wanted to try ice-pick therapy, by performing frontal lobotomy to reduce distracting thoughts, perhaps allowing a smooth transition into deeper tranquility.
Should he secretly give it a try?
A hint of madness flickered in his eyes.
"Beep beep beep!"
He startled from his deep thoughts.
"Co in."
A female experinter entered, carrying a box, "Director, these are materials sent from the Martial Arts Bureau regarding Original Force research, from General Manager Chen!"
"What!" He stood up abruptly, excitent apparent in his expression.
Who is General Manager Chen? He is humanity's God of Martial Arts, towering like Mount Everest on the world's peak, a figure to admire. The Chen Clan's cultivation thod he created holds profound significance for humanity; no matter how proud soone might be, they hold reverence in their heart for General Manager Chen.
"Just put it on the table, you can leave now?"
"Okay, Director."
After the female experinter placed the box and closed the door, Anderson impatiently opened it, finding a projector and two film reels inside.
ps: I reflect, I was wrong, recently I've been stuffed with eating crap.
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