CHAPTER 214: THE PHANTOM FALCON, NYSR

A few days later, Nash successfully calibrated the [Adaptive Module System].

On the other hand, he also collected enough data to create the water pressure adaptive function.

As for breathing underwater, it was another challenge. Nash struggled to convert void energy into breathable energy.

Though he had read various Tier 4 books on the subject, he simply couldn’t grasp it.

It was like reading a book about controlling a sixth sense. While he understood the concept, he didn’t know what or where his sixth sense was.

Before becoming a Void Venerate, one could only manipulate the void, not its underlying elemental properties.

His E-level affinity made it even harder.

Fortunately, there was a silver lining.

With the [Sensing Module System], he could detect each elemental property of the void.

Though he couldn’t directly manipulate them, like separating colors on paper, he could try to isolate them.

If he got lucky and isolated a void property that allowed breathing, he could replicate it repeatedly until he mastered the perfect isolation method.

With the module system, Nash never lacked control, just sufficient data and examples.

Imbuing the water pressure adaptability function into the [Adaptive Module System], Camilla received a simultaneous update.

[Adaptive Module Updating...]

Feeling the familiar mysterious energy flow through her body again, Camilla no longer instinctively resisted.

Accustomed to Nash’s multiple configurations and adjustments, she eagerly watched, guessing what the update was about.

[Update Complete]

[Water Pressure Adaptability Activated...]

"Water Pressure Adaptability? Nice!"

In the depths of the ocean, breathing wasn’t as critical as pressure.

Sudden spikes in pressure at intervals could be fatal, even for her.

Testing the new update, Camilla dove swiftly into the depths of the water.

Descending to 10 kilometers, she paused, carefully noting the changes in her body.

"Hmm, not bad, it really works!"

She felt the [Adaptive Module System]’s auto void frequency correction was smoother than ever.

If before the system could only correct each word while guessing the next, now it could complete a sentence from a single word.

Without much thought, Camilla fully controlled her void frequency to resist and adjust to the pressure.

Though not as extreme as Nash, who could be completely immune to a certain pressure, it was enough for her.

Feeling like she’d found a new toy, she continued her descent to 15 km, 20 km, and even 30 km!

As the pressure tripled in intensity, Camilla didn’t dare go further.

The challenge wasn’t just descending but also ascending.

Slowly rising through the water, she was amazed at how smoothly she adjusted, handling the changing pressure with ease.

Reaching the surface, though still injured, Camilla’s injuries were far less severe than before.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Nash asked with a smile.

"Tsk, as expected of you~"

Hugging Nash around the neck, Camilla couldn’t help but feel touched.

She knew Nash couldn’t complete such delicate work in just days or weeks.

Recalling his unusual behavior over the past few months, she soon understood what he had been doing.

"Thank you..."

"No problem. Anything for you."

With the [Adaptive Module System] updated, Nash continued working, pondering how to turn void into breathable air.

---

Three weeks later, just before the 30-month trial in the Extreme Ocean Zone ended, Nash achieved his first successful controlled isolation.

He managed to dissipate void energy, leaving only the property he needed!

Unfortunately, it was just one success.

Void energy was arranged like blocks made of atoms. This means that even with the same size, shape, and density, they would have different arrangements of elemental properties.

To isolate the exact void property he wanted, he needed vast amounts of data.

Nash estimated that even after the adaptability training, he wouldn’t have enough.

Fortunately, he wasn’t wasting time.

Assigning two parallel consciousnesses, one to isolate and one to record, Nash already turned his attention to deducing the soul-tempering Chapter of the Infinite Soul Manual.

During these days, he realized how truly valuable computational power was.

Beyond deduction, creating module systems, observing, and recording, it was also necessary to maintain the universal system he shared with others.

Nash thought that after creating and embedding the universal module system in others, it would no longer need his attention.

But like an online game, it required a server to sustain it.

Without one, the runic module could become prone to errors or even dissipate over time.

Consuming another chunk of his precious computational power, Nash could only hurry to strengthen his soul’s strength.

---

A few days later, as they returned to the Auralis IX satellite planet, Nash suddenly remembered his pet.

"The Phantom Falcon should’ve hatched by now," he recalled.

"That’s right! How could you forget?" Camilla asked, worried.

After the contractual process, a void beast egg usually took 100 days to hatch.

Having completed four extreme zones, 120 days had already passed.

"Don’t worry, I left food on the ship. It shouldn’t be hungry."

"What do you know? It’s just a newborn chick! How could you leave it alone?"

"Then let’s visit it for a bit."

Their adaptive training wasn’t too strict.

Missing a day shouldn’t cause any trouble.

"Let’s go!" Dragging Nash, Camilla dashed toward his battleship.

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Inside Nash’s battleship, the little chick, lazily perched on a garden tree, suddenly perked up as if sensing something.

"Cheep~ Cheep~"

Flapping its tender, feather-budding wings, it miraculously flew using the power of void energy.

Haphazardly navigating the ship like a maze, it desperately flitted about, eager to find its master.

After bypassing every obstacle, it finally reached its careless master.

"Cheep~ Cheep~"

"Huh? This little guy learned to fly?" Nash grinned, cradling the bird in his hands.

"Cheep~ Cheep~" Overjoyed at its master’s touch, the chick couldn’t help but chirp.

"Haha, it’s quite lively, unlike my little Ember," Camilla muttered, stroking the falcon’s head.

"Tsk, this little guy acts like a dog. Where’s the elusive grace of a Phantom Falcon?" Nash shook his head helplessly.

"Hmph! It’s probably because its master left it alone, and it got lonely."

"I see. This little guy’s quite pitiful..." Nash felt a pang of guilt, unable to blame the chick for acting out.

"Have you thought of a name for it?"

"Hmm, Nysr, the god of night and wind..."