"And then?" Sun Hang asked.
Although he used mycelium as a weapon, even creating "exact replicas" of himself with mycelium puppets, he never considered rging the mycelium with modern technology to create equipnt for ordinary people to use.
After all, for Sun Hang himself, he was a superweapon—those artificial weapons only played a supplental role... Over-reliance on them would be putting the cart before the horse.
Not to ntion, just the final part of the plan’s assault operation, he didn’t even need to use the PFDA—with electromagnetic acceleration, he could easily surpass the PFDA’s five Mach speed, being not only faster but more agile in turning, accelerating, decelerating, and even stopping abruptly.
"All I can say is, this stuff is an extrely defiant biological material," Song Yarong said. "It’s tough when it needs to be, rigid when it has to be, and even possesses self-repairing capabilities and precise controllability... It’s sothing that man-made objects simply can’t replace. But its biggest problem is that once disconnected from , it degrades within seconds and can’t integrate with the PFDA."
"What is this Tai Sui thing?" Shinkata Misaki interrupted to ask.
A pale, slender strand of mycelium extended from Song Yarong’s fingertip, gently touching Shinkata Misaki’s forehead.
"Wow, is this your ability? You’re not just a researcher but also a Mysterious Creature Hunter?" Shinkata Misaki exclaid softly.
"To be precise, it’s actually Sun Hang’s ability," Song Yarong explained. "He’s my ’infection source’."
Upon hearing this, Shinkata Misaki was astonished: "He infected you? But... actively infecting humans, isn’t that against—"
"He did it to save my life; it was an ergency operation, so no responsibility was needed," Song Yarong explained and then turned to Sun Hang. "I’ve tried many tis, but after leaving my body, the longest a strand of Tai Sui mycelium lasted was just 3.4 seconds, and starting from 1.7 seconds, its properties began to change, and those excellent physical properties quickly deteriorated."
As she spoke, the piece of mycelium on Song Yarong’s fingertip, like a gecko’s tail, spontaneously severed and dropped into the palm of her other hand. Within two seconds, it turned into white powder upon her light touch, as if it aged under intense sunlight like a plastic product.
"The only solution is for to personally board the PFDA and connect the mycelium on my body to it," Song Yarong stated, "making myself part of the PFDA so it becos a true ’bio-armored suit’."
"Can’t you connect the mycelium to other people’s armor?" Shinkata Misaki asked, "Since the mycelium is so resilient, it shouldn’t break so easily during high-speed flight, right?"
"I can; I can assist up to a small team in assault coordination but can’t cover teams in other directions," Song Yarong explained. "That’s why I wanted Sun Hang to think of a way to see if his mycelium could last longer after leaving the body."
"How long do you need?" Sun Hang asked.
Sun Hang hadn’t tested the mycelium’s maximum duration outside his body. Even those mycelium puppets he used as decoys were connected to a mycelium web just below the surface and the main body—if the connection between the puppet and the mycelium network broke, he would imdiately lose control of the puppet.
However, the PFDA doesn’t need control over the mycelium; it only requires the mycelium to maintain its physical properties for a certain ti to fulfill its task.
"The PFDA will be transported to the departure area as a semi-finished product. Considering assembly, calibration, engine ignition, acceleration, and official breakthrough, I need the Tai Sui mycelium to remain stable for at least fifteen minutes after leaving the body," Song Yarong stated.
"I’ll give it a try." After speaking, Sun Hang tossed a small clump of mycelium into a transparent box held by a nearby researcher.
The surface of the transparent box was connected to many cables, and the interior was filled with dense monitoring instrunts and miniature robotic arms. As soon as the mycelium entered the box, four chanical arms extended simultaneously to secure it in the center, while a dozen probes shot in to pierce the mycelium.
In the blink of an eye, five seconds passed, and the researcher holding the box glanced at the external readings and exclaid, "Team leader! There’s no change in the data! The mycelium’s condition is very stable!!"
"It’s only been five seconds, calm down, don’t get ahead of yourself," Song Yarong replied, but even she couldn’t hide the excitent in her eyes, "Keep observing... Rember, we need fifteen minutes, not fifteen seconds!"
One minute.
Three minutes.
Five minutes.
Everyone held their breath, intensely focused on the mycelium inside the transparent box.
Ten minutes passed... The performance readings for the mycelium still showed no significant changes, and so researchers’ faces were already showing signs of wild excitent.
Song Yarong glanced at these subordinates and wanted to say sothing like "don’t celebrate too early," but didn’t want to jinx it, so she took a deep breath and remained silent.
Thirteen minutes... Fourteen minutes...
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