Chapter 106: The Gender Question of the Will Hybrid
"Detonating almost all the underwater volcanoes at once means the spirit qi concentration should peak for a period. Such a high concentration of spirit qi is an advantage for the Sea Race, who are still in their infancy of civilization and rely almost entirely on passive evolution. It also benefits my recovery to a certain extent. Although draining the pond to catch all the fish and extracting vast amounts of spirit qi is not good in the long run, as long as I can recover, what does it matter if I drain the pond, or even blow up the entire planet!" After the Soul Gathering Array plan was thwarted, the Brain Bug began to utilize the vast transcendental knowledge stored in its memory to formulate new schemes.
Meanwhile, Bai Mo, who had inadvertently consumed a Soul Gathering Flower, thus preventing the Earthbound Ghost King of Tianhai City from being born, was now re-examining his body with his divine sense.
"I didn't absorb even a shred of mental power from the nameless flower. Instead, I used all external mental power as fuel to temper and refine myself, finally completing the spirit energy transformation of my brain."
"Pathetic infighting." Bai Mo saw that several soul bodies were now on the verge of vanishing, a small part due to the little ghost, but mostly as a result of the internal strife between countless personalities.
After casually finishing them off, he shifted his attention to the little ghost, who was almost stuffed.
"You, you, what do you want to do?" Noticing Bai Mo's gaze, the little ghost's mental fluctuations vividly portrayed the image of a pitifully delicate girl, while its appearance also transformed into that of a girl exquisitely carved from ice and jade.
"Is there any point?"
The little ghost bared its sharp canine teeth, nodded, and continued to act cute.
"You, reformed from tens of thousands of personalities, would you truly still cling to gender and appearance? Or rather, do you even still have a concept of gender?"
"This human will hybrid looks more striking," Bai Mo said with a solemn expression.
"You don't intend to kill me?" The little ghost reverted to its beautiful girl form and continued to speak.
"What good would that do? The fragmented memories that dropped are useless to me, and consuming too many risks mental schizophrenia. Besides, in a city, I certainly can't catch a ghost intent on fleeing—one with heaven-defying speed, no inertia, and the ability to pass through walls."
"Thank you!" The girl-shaped ghost bowed deeply.
"Actually, I could probably catch you if I ambushed you now," Bai Mo murmured softly, scaring the little ghost into hunching over and instantly floating more than ten meters away.
"I hope you won't be destroyed by fractured personalities like them." Bai Mo ignored the panic-stricken little ghost, scooping up the blue particles from the ground with one hand, ready to leave.
"That... my name is Yu Xi! At least for now, that's what I'm called!"
"A new self composed of countless personality fragments. If I were a psychology researcher, I definitely wouldn't pass up such a subject. Unfortunately, I won't have the energy to delve into this for at least the next ten or eight years. If each memory fragment had a year's length, then you'd be an ancient ghost, wouldn't you, Yu Xi?" He chuckled as he walked out of the hospital gates and climbed into the truck parked outside.
"Then, for the time that follows, it's time to truly merge into one, don't you think, Yu Xi?" After Bai Mo drove away, the ghost softly said to itself.
Bai Mo sat in the passenger seat, looking at the news on his phone, his divine sense assisting his telekinesis in driving the car.
"I should have bought a pressure-sensitive touchscreen phone. Then I wouldn't need to use my finger to press the screen. What a pity this is a capacitive screen."
"Breaking News! Large-scale supernatural incidents occurring worldwide!" A news alert popped up with this message.
He had already guessed that similar phenomena would appear in other destroyed cities, so he tapped on it with great interest to see what these Ghost Kings were all about.
"Urgent Notice! All citizens heading to the former sites of Tianhai, Tianzhou, and Tianjing must immediately halt their advance and return to the nearest city!" Bai Mo suddenly received a text message, signed by the Huaxia People's Government, with the sender's number being the telecom company's service number.
Ignoring the text message, he continued reading the news he had opened.
"Unidentified glowing creatures have appeared at almost all nuclear attack sites worldwide. These creatures are transparent, emit a faint white light, and move at incredibly astonishing speeds. They have already killed a large number of residents who returned to the ruins, but according to eyewitnesses outside the cities, these creatures seem unable to leave a certain radius around the cities. Authorities in various countries have begun to seal off the relevant areas. Our geomancy experts believe these creatures are vengeful spirits formed from a large number of human deaths, but due to the extreme danger of on-site investigation, further confirmation has yet to be obtained."
"An undead plague is coming?" Bai Mo continued browsing other news. "Those who went back to the ruins to profit from the dead ended up dead themselves. I suppose they got what they deserved."
Passing by the suburban laboratory, he incidentally transported the packages he had prepared earlier, then began heading to Tiannan, intending to arrange for the items to be shipped back from there.
"Checkpoint ahead, please stop." The truck passed through the military's blockade line, but after showing his Spirit Energy Research Institute credentials, he was waved through with a mere formality. After all, the main reason for the blockade was to prohibit entry into Tianhai, not to prohibit departure from Tianhai.
After going through the hassle of arranging air freight for several tons of equipment and materials under the name of the Spirit Energy Research Institute, Bai Mo boarded a high-speed train back to Tianqing.
"Eight hours on the high-speed train means arriving at seven tomorrow morning. Plenty of time for the afternoon meeting." After calculating the time, he hugged a sack of gems and jades and rested on the train.
"Mommy, look at that junk collector. He's sleeping but still holding onto that bag, and he's so dirty." A naughty child loudly exclaimed.
"Exactly, how did just anyone get into this first-class carriage?" A well-to-do woman in a fur coat beside them looked in Bai Mo's direction with a look of disdain.
Seeing this, the surrounding passengers began to chatter, all looking at the scene with the intention of watching a good show. Of course, the vast majority had no good impression of Bai Mo, as his clothes were tattered and he was carrying a large sack, making him look exactly like a junk collector, clearly not in the same social class as the people in the first-class carriage.
"How annoying!"
After the draining battle of mental power, he was already very tired. Now, half-asleep, he was woken by the noisy brat. He casually swept his divine sense to understand the cause and effect, then directly used his telekinesis to seal shut the mouths of everyone who bore contemptuous gazes, and forcibly pressed them all to their knees on the floor.
Though they struggled, turning red-faced and flushed, it was clearly futile against telekinesis measured in tons. Their sealed mouths prevented them from even cursing.
As for the two bodyguards behind the woman, just as they were about to act, they were directly pinned to the ground by the telekinesis.
"Shhh... It's impolite to disturb someone's sleep." Bai Mo stabilized the telekinetic output, keeping them in their current positions, then covered his head and continued to sleep.
At six the next morning, when the train attendants routinely patrolled the carriage, they discovered such a scene: almost everyone in the carriage had an unpleasant expression, kneeling scattered here and there on the floor.
The attendants hastily called other staff members on the train, but they too were at a loss. The people wouldn't answer questions, their mouths tightly shut, staring at the questioners with unpleasant expressions; whether they tried to help them up or support them, their feet were stuck to the floor as if glued.
The helpless train conductor had no choice but to wake up the few remaining sleeping passengers in the carriage to ask about the situation. They had all fallen asleep right after boarding and collectively claimed to have no idea what had happened. And Bai Mo, sleepy-eyed, naturally feigned innocence, saying he didn't know either.
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