Chapter 729: Chapter 619: A Genius’s Intuition

"What are you thinking?" Viola’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

Jeming snapped back to reality and shook his head, "Nothing much. So now that you’ve got some free time, what do you plan to do?"

Viola tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I don’t know. Do you have any recommendations?"

Jeming glanced at the experiment table where the slowly calming Nest was, his lips twitching slightly. "I really don’t have much fun stuff here. How about I have the Black Giant Priest show you around?"

"Alright then..." Viola rolled her eyes and started walking towards the door.

Halfway there, she suddenly stopped, speaking without turning her head, "Don’t get cocky just because you’ve gotten into the Destiny Element. The old guy said getting in is just the beginning; the road ahead is long."

Jeming chuckled, "Got it."

Viola reached the door but stopped again.

She turned around, watching Jeming with alertness, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Her fist clenched tightly, waving in the air, making a threatening pose.

"And don’t tell the old guy you’ve already mastered the Destiny Element knowledge," she said, her voice low but each word was bitingly emphasized, "Otherwise, I’ll be dragged back for extra lessons!"

Jeming looked at the fist waving in front of him, then at Viola’s face, which clearly said "If you dare to say a word, I’ll bite your head off," and nodded with a smile.

"Got it."

Viola stared at him for a few seconds to make sure he wasn’t just brushing her off, and only then did she slowly lower her fist.

Jeming found her expression amusing.

Professor Clark’s "extra lessons" seemed to have left quite a psychological shadow on this senior.

She let out a long breath, suddenly losing interest in playing, "Forget it, I suddenly feel it’s not that interesting anymore..."

Jeming blinked, trying to change the subject; he pointed to the central experiment table at the slowly pulsating gel-like creature.

"Since you’re not busy, how about helping me modify this?"

Viola’s gaze fell on the large, semi-transparent, blue-glowing entity, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What’s this?"

"A kind of cannon fodder creature I created, which I named ’Nest,’" Jeming walked to the experiment table, placing his palm on the gel surface, feeling the energy pulses within, "Of course, it has completely lost the function of a Nest now."

Viola stepped closer and scrutinized it with a tilted head, offering an unreserved critique, "The technology is somewhat crude. What do you plan to turn it into?"

Jeming didn’t refute.

The Nest’s design was indeed rough, and although he’d started some modifications, most of the technology was stuff he’d developed before the Information Plane War.

Now looking back, there were many places that could still be optimized.

"Those creatures from the Information Plane... I’ve previously mentioned them to you, do you still remember?" Jeming said.

Viola nodded.

"I want the Nest to gain some abilities of the information-based creatures," Jeming moved his hand away from the gel, tracing a light screen in the air, which displayed a dense array of modification plans.

Since entering the Void Refinement Realm, Jeming’s familiarity with information-based lifeforms had skyrocketed.

Not only did he master the Destiny Element, but he’d also studied quite a bit of core modification data from parallel worlds, giving him considerable confidence in this plan.

Viola’s gaze swept over the light screen, without immediate comment.

She walked to the other side of the experiment table, pulling out a small lens from her pocket.

She focused the lens on the gel, and a pale green luminescence scanned every inch of its surface.

"What’s the core attribute of information-based lifeforms?" she asked without looking up.

"Information state conversion. Temporarily converting matter and energy into information, transferring it to another node, and then rematerializing it," Jeming explained, "The Nest currently has a strong regenerative ability, but if it included information state transfer, it wouldn’t just regenerate but truly be ’immortal.’ As long as there are nodes, it can infinitely resurrect."

Viola put away the lens, thoughtfully nodding.

She looked at Jeming, her gaze carrying a thread of scrutiny, "What material do you plan to use for the information conversion core?"

Jeming remained silent.

He walked to the laboratory corner, approaching the safe, entered a long string of passwords, pressing his hand for soul fluctuation verification.

The safe door slowly opened, revealing rows of neatly arranged blue crystals within.

Entropy Brain.

He took out a fist-sized one, holding it in his palm, walking back to the experiment table.

Viola’s eyes momentarily widened.

She stared at the blue crystal, observing the flowing fine points of light within, her lips parted slightly.

"Is this really an Entropy Brain?" Her voice seemed dry, "It’s already being traded outside for ten billion High Level Military Merits per piece."

One billion... Jeming’s heart stirred slightly.

When he left the Information Plane back in the day, the price of an Entropy Brain was between two hundred thousand to five hundred thousand High Level Military Merits per piece.

In just a few hundred years, it has increased so many times.

But thinking about it, it’s not surprising; the effect of the Entropy Brain is simply defying the heavens, allowing a person’s lifetime of learning to be reorganized from start to finish, enabling those Wizards who have been stuck at bottlenecks for hundreds of years to breakthrough overnight.

Such a thing will always have buyers, no matter the price.

"How many do you have?" Viola’s voice brought Jeming back to reality.

"Enough." Jeming didn’t give a specific number and instead pushed the Entropy Brain towards Viola, "If you can help me complete the modification, I can give you one as compensation."

Even though the Entropy Brain is valuable, its effect has become quite limited for Jeming.

Once he truly merges with the Tao in the future, the effectiveness of the Entropy Brain will further decrease to its minimum for him.

Moreover, over the years he has used many Entropy Brains, and his body and soul have already remembered this sensation.

Jeming estimated that he wouldn’t need to use them many more times before the Body Refining Technique could independently evolve the same ability.

Viola’s gaze moved back and forth between the Entropy Brain and Jeming a few times, her breathing noticeably quickening.

"Deal."

Viola’s voice was deliberately calm, but her hand had already reached out to take the Entropy Brain from Jeming’s palm.

The movement was so fast, it was as if she was afraid he’d change his mind.

Jeming’s mouth twitched slightly.

Senior, at least be a little courteous.

Viola carefully stored the Entropy Brain in her Spatial Equipment, then walked back to the lab table, her expression shifting from the laid-back senior to a focused researcher.

On the screen, dense texts and graphics were being analyzed by Viola line by line.

"The position of the information conversion node is incorrect." Viola suddenly spoke up, pointing to the screen and marking a node in red, "You placed it on the periphery of the core area; the delay in information transmission will be quite large."

"That was for safety," Jeming explained, "placing it inside the core could cause the entire nest to collapse if information conversion gets out of control."

"What’s the probability of losing control?"

"About three percent."

"Then there’s no need to place it on the periphery."

Viola’s fingers moved swiftly over the screen, dragging the marked nodes to new positions one by one.

"The core characteristic of information-based lifeforms is the state conversion of information. Placing conversion nodes on the periphery means that during conversion, they first have to shed an outer layer. Should this discarded layer be transferred? If not, it’s wasteful; if so, the delay is too significant. It’s better to put it directly in the core area for a comprehensive conversion, all at once."

"As for the possibility of losing control... although the probability isn’t low, adding a few more validation nodes can solve it. Although the speed will still be slightly impeded, it would be far faster than placing it on the periphery..."

As he spoke, the node structures had already been rearranged.

Under Viola’s ingenious arrangement, just a few additional validation nodes managed to encapsulate all the nodes into the modification.

Jeming looked at the rearranged nodes and was silent for a few seconds.

Viola’s plan is certainly bolder, but, theoretically, it is indeed more suitable.

"And here." Viola continued to write and draw on the screen, her tone carrying a trace of disdain, "The direction of the energy circuits is too conservative. Are you afraid it will burn out? This gel-like organism has far higher tolerance than you imagine. The circuits can be packed twice as densely, improving conversion efficiency by at least twenty percent."

As she spoke, she modified the designs with such ease and flow, as though she herself had drawn those dense schematic diagrams.

Jeming stood by, watching her revamp the entire modification plan from start to finish, and suddenly felt a strange sensation well up in him.

This is genius.

It’s not that he doesn’t have the ability to improve the design, but it would require more time.

Meanwhile, Viola only needed a glance to know where to optimize, where to be bold, where to take risks.

That’s not the gap in knowledge, but a gap in intuition and talent.

Viola straightened up after finishing the last modification, tucked the lens back into her pocket, and dusted off her hands of nonexistent dust.

"Alright. Follow this plan, and the combat capability will be at least forty percent higher than your original version." She paused and glanced sideways at Jeming, "By the way, for this modification, do you need me to do it for you?"

Jeming looked at the plan on the screen, which had been completely transformed, and then at Viola’s face, which was filled with "I’m in work mode now," and decisively shook his head.

"You just guide me. I’ll do it myself."

Viola snorted, unclear if she was satisfied or not.

She pulled over a chair, sat down, crossed her legs, and gestured towards the lab table with her chin.

"Then let’s begin."

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