Chapter 150: Conception
Bai Mo wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. Such high-intensity micro-manipulation had been a significant challenge even for him. The transistors on the chip were even slightly smaller than ordinary cells, making the operation a considerable drain on both his mental faculties and Spirit Energy.
Although this still fell within his range of perception, using telekinesis for such precise manipulation was a first attempt. He had simply had a sudden whim to conduct such an experiment after seeing the slot machine.
"Sir, you've hit the jackpot on this machine! The prize pool total is three hundred thousand, eight hundred and fifty-one dollars." A staff member quickly stepped forward to handle the situation.
"Why are so many people gathered around for just this much money?"
"Because this machine is a one-dollar bet per play, so... winning three hundred thousand is already the grand prize. Over there, we have machines with a one-thousand-dollar bet, and their highest prize money is nearly three hundred million."
"If I won that, would I still be able to leave alive?" Bai Mo stretched, asking in a joking tone.
"Sir, please don't speak like that. Our casino adheres strictly to the rules. This concerns our very standing and reputation. No matter how much a guest wins, we will certainly honor it and absolutely not embezzle a single cent!" The manager declared loudly and righteously, instantly attracting even more attention.
"What a pity, to have such good luck and hit the jackpot, only for it to be three hundred thousand. What a waste of good luck."
"I saw him sitting in front of that machine for over an hour, placing hundreds of bets. He only just won a big one. If you put yourself in his shoes, would you dare to keep gambling if you went to the thousand-dollar section and lost hundreds of thousands?"
"If I use telekinesis like this, it's somewhat similar to the Spirit Hub in Sheldon's palm that can read information stored on hard drives. And what about the Spirit Hub in his head that can exchange information with the internet in the form of electromagnetic waves? Is there a way to integrate that into Divine Wind Clear Moon?"
Bai Mo paid no mind to the pointing and whispering around him. In any case, a casino this large wouldn't care about a mere three hundred thousand passing through. As long as he didn't touch the thousand-dollar machines, they wouldn't intervene.
"Spirit Energy avatars are abilities derived from Void Sky Profound, but why do telekinesis and divine sense exist when they don't belong to this Spirit Picture system?" He sat in front of the slot machine, his thoughts drifting further and further, his mind once again spiraling back to his own cultivation.
Watching the guest in front of him start blankly staring at the slot machine again, Little Huang no longer thought he was truly spacing out this time. Instead, he guessed that Bai Mo was communicating with the slot machine in some mysterious way.
"Since I can now micro-manipulate transistors within integrated circuits, I can consider developing certain parts of my body towards biological computers later. After all, you can never have too much computational and information processing power; it's bound to come in handy."
"However, I still know too little about these areas. I need Chen Xi to invest heavily to acquire more knowledge about cutting-edge fields, and I also need to find an opportunity to make a sweep of the United States. After all, they are the true leaders in these fields."
"There are also a few Spirit Hubs related to biological computing stored in the laboratory. Unfortunately, except for one that's already in Divine Wind Clear Moon, the rest conflict with the two pre-planned Spirit Pictures and can only be used for reference."
"According to the images and functional descriptions provided by Ji Xuan in the data, five of the more than one hundred Spirit Hubs bought this time are needed for Divine Wind Clear Moon. It seems I'll have to set my sights on the corresponding contestants for the remaining ones."
"And among these more than one hundred Spirit Hubs, according to what he wrote, there's only one related to computing, or, to be precise, half of one. To allow for regeneration, the seller only sold half."
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He sat in the chair, constantly pondering, while Little Huang, standing behind him, was as anxious as an ant on a hot griddle. His commission largely depended on the guest's betting volume, and Bai Mo, sitting there in a daze, clearly wouldn't bring him any income. However, the casino's system also strictly restricted them from persuading guests to gamble against their will.
Just as he was struggling internally, Bai Mo stood up, pulling him out of the abyss of struggle.
"I'm tired. Take me to the room that's been arranged."
Upon hearing this, Little Huang felt as though his efforts that evening had been for nothing. He had managed to gain a head start among three people and secure an important VIP who was clearly a high-roller, yet the man had gambled for less than five thousand dollars all night. At his one-thousandth commission rate, it meant he had earned less than five dollars in several hours that evening...
"Five dollars..." Little Huang muttered to himself as he led Bai Mo to the arranged room. "I hope there's a tip."
"Mr. Bai, this is your room." The attendant swiped his card to open the door, then respectfully stood by the door, hoping for a final bit of income.
But Bai Mo walked straight into the room as if he didn't understand the implied expectation.
With greater expectation came greater disappointment, and Little Huang could only helplessly close the door and slowly walk away from the hotel area.
Just as he walked away, filled with disappointment, he suddenly remembered that the three hundred thousand cash voucher Bai Mo had won on the slot machine hadn't been redeemed yet. So, he planned to turn back and remind him. But at the very instant he turned, a paper airplane flew perfectly, without a single deviation, right into his chest pocket.
"Who's so bored?" He looked around but found no one. The atmosphere instantly turned eerie.
Carefully, he unfolded the paper airplane, letting it return to a flat sheet. Only then did he discover it was the three hundred thousand cash voucher! Tucked inside the voucher was a small note with three words written on it—"It's for you."
Little Huang glanced towards Bai Mo's room but saw no movement whatsoever. He also estimated the distance from Bai Mo's room to himself was about twenty meters, but he couldn't figure out how the paper airplane had flown that distance, then, at the exact moment he turned around, shot straight into his chest pocket.
However, when he recalled Bai Mo's technique of casually tossing a few chips on the gambling table and having them stack neatly into a tower, and then linked that to this incident, many questions ceased to be questions.
"Indeed, I don't understand the world of Ability Users..."
"Ding-dong." Little Huang, holding the cash voucher, walked back to Bai Mo's door and pressed the doorbell.
"Mr. Bai, I just found your lost cash voucher on my way back. I'm bringing it to your room now."
The door opened automatically, but there was no one behind it.
From the rustling sound of water, he immediately determined that the other person was in the bathroom.
"Mr. Bai, I just found your lost cash voucher on my way back," he repeated once more.
However, there was no reply.
Then, suddenly, everything went black. When he came to, he found himself, as if time had rewound, once again standing at the doorway, clutching the cash voucher in his hand.
"If I say it's for you, it's for you. Don't make such a fuss." Such words echoed in Little Huang's ears, but strangely, he couldn't discern the source of the voice at all. It seemed as if, no matter where he listened from, the volume was equally loud.
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