CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER 32: TECHNOLOGICAL BOTTLENECK

"This plan belongs to the mid-term plan, it’ll have to wait for a while."

He took out a bottle and began to focus on it.

Recently, his Spiritual Power was getting stronger every day, the [Awakening] time was shortening, and the number of subordinate troops he could control was increasing.

He was now planning to create a second [Integrated Consciousness] in this bottle, apart from the Giant Dragon.

No mistake.

He intended to create a consciousness for this [Elf Avatar]!

"That fat dragon took me a week to unify its consciousness. For this second subordinate, with twenty minutes of focus each day, it should also be ready in about a week."

Li Qing pondered, "One subordinate per week, I just wonder how lucky I’ll be this time?"

This [Awakening] is like drawing cards.

Previously, it took trillions of lives to produce an SSR-level Emperor Atabia, who was very formidable, immediately building the Tower of Babel, aiming to break the Crystal Wall and slay the gods.

If only he had been born in the right era, he might have overcome the technological barriers across civilizations all at once, and could have possibly transformed into the Green Giant, smashing the tempered glass and breaking out to beat his own doggy head.

I’ve benefited from humanity’s development up to now, with all kinds of technological civilizations.

Tempered glass is still tough.

And Atabia was so powerful because of the benefits of drawing seventeen billion at a time, even an Unlucky Man gets something good when heavily invested.

But.

Li Qing’s draw was life-risking.

Drawing one trillion was already a bit uncontrollable, if it were a hundred trillion, a few extraordinary people might come out, and I’m afraid I’d really be doomed.

Not daring to draw.

Even if I did draw, it would be slowly supplementing the population, drawing a little bit at a time, with a manageable population.

Now speaking of which.

My Integrated Consciousness counts as a single draw, though a more advanced way of Integrated Consciousness drawing, but it’s still hard to get something good with just one or two draws.

That fat dragon in terms of talent and wisdom is at most an R card, very ordinary, just knows how to eat and sleep, with a simple character like a dog.

Intelligence-wise, it’s just a normal person.

After all, most lives are extremely ordinary at birth.

"That dragon is a mascot, being simple is also good, just lying around every day in the Holy See eating and sleeping, acting as God’s messenger on Earth, but hopefully this time it will be better."

For this draw in front of him, Li Qing didn’t hold much hope.

Whoosh!

He began today’s twenty-minute focus.

And started fetal education:

"You are an ancient Elf Race... Elf Saintess, from the [Otherworld]."

"You lost your memory because of being attacked by the Blood Race, your abilities are almost completely lost, and your body is even weaker than an ordinary human, panting heavily after just a few steps."

"But you still have various Elf live toxins dispersed in the air for self-preservation, ordinary people are not much of a threat to you, small-caliber firearms can’t kill you, and merely approaching you will make them infected with paralyzing toxins..."

"You accidentally crossed the space-time fissure and came to this mysterious modern world, where you are listening to God’s will in a mysterious way, following the Lord’s will, guiding you to the right path..."

This is called birth setting.

Once this brain is inserted into the elf’s body, the elf won’t even know who its true self is, genuinely believing it has traversed from the Otherworld, this is what Li Qing wants.

I, the God of Light, can descend at any time onto its mind with divine revelations, even directly possess and control it.

To fool those people, you must first fool your own subordinates, making them truly think they are from the Otherworld.

Personal safety is always the top priority.

After finishing the daily twenty-minute focus work, Li Qing rarely relaxed and took a stroll outside.

In the evening, he gathered with a few friends who were international students.

Most friends were studying medicine.

There were even several psychiatrists, thanks to Li Qing’s network and connections.

The one known as Doraemon was also one of them, already lined up for a position at school.

Following a professor and mentor as a researcher in the lab, doing considerably well, much better than when I interned at a psychiatric hospital.

The most gratifying thing was that there were no girls here influenced by me, so I was able to let loose and enjoy a lively drink, chatting about various recent messy affairs.

In the next few days.

Apart from keeping in touch with some buddies, Li Qing also chatted with Susan, spending his days quite fulfillingly.

The civilization in the laboratory was developing rapidly and steadily.

...

On the fifth day.

After Li Qing completed his usual twenty-minute focus, he glanced at the results inside.

The preliminary cancer treatment technology was completed.

However, this technology requires the patient’s DNA, involving a large amount of engineering compiling and analysis, to pinpoint and create living bacterial agents tailored to the individual’s cancer lesions, which enter the body to eradicate cancer cells.

These bacteria have a locked lifespan of only a day, with no intelligence, meaning they die after killing cancer cells.

Tedious, but it was successful.

The only regret is:

It can only treat early and middle stages.

For late-stage, it depends on the extent.

For example, stomach cancer, is it just about killing cancer cells? You might need to reconstruct a stomach for him!

This involves another technology, cell cloning technology.

"The progress is not bad, the bioengineering technology in this civilization is evolving rapidly."

Li Qing felt pretty good.

However, the other Tower of Babel technology of theirs was somewhat troublesome.

Clearly, there was a ready foundational framework left by Atabia, with construction data for various projects, not to mention simple improvements, yet they can’t even replicate or rebuild such a miracle creation as a Tower of Babel.

Li Qing felt it was understandable because an extraordinary person was very important.

He waited!

Waited another week.

Finally, his second Integrated Consciousness emerged.

"Ah~ where is this!~ I remember I was an Elf Race Saintess, attacked by enemies into a dimensional rift, now traversing through space-time...."

"Boohoo!~~ Elf God~ where am I~~"

Enough.

You haven’t even created the body for them, and their mind is stuck in the [space-time fissure]!

You should quickly let them traverse into the modern era.

Why were they so aggressive when fighting me, building a Tower of Babel in a week and preparing to slay gods, now washed white and ten times weaker?

"This is probably the importance of a lead sheep."

"Without a truly overpowered boss monster to lead the team, these people bicker and boast, none yielding to any, the gap is evident."

Li Qing had a headache.

He could only continue to focus on the Integrated Consciousness elf in the glass bottle, shrouded in darkness, isolated from the world, using psychological hints that it was still in a space-time tunnel.

Blindly hinting: Traversing worlds is so dark, so lengthy, is normal.

"Is this elf plan taking too big a step and getting stranded?"

The introspective Li Qing began pondering a matter:

"After all, without someone like Atabia, their speed isn’t exactly slow, considering there is a change each week."

"I’m expecting too much at Atabia’s speed."

This can’t be rushed either.

After all, Li Qing found himself not exactly poor now.

Because just this morning, he discovered half a month had passed.

A new month was coming.

It was payday, and he received a large sum from video revenue.

Those two videos really became popular, with about thirty million views combined on YouTube and Bilibili.

Tips made up the bulk, with over fifty thousand in hand, plus licensing requests from other content creators, amounting to about a hundred thousand altogether.

"Life is quite decent."

Li Qing sat at the computer.

"Indeed, my Elf Race is still far away, obstructed, with limited technical resources, yet this is manageable."

He glanced at the barrage comments and feedback.

[Boohoo! Where’s the third episode, where is it?]

[A blood-written plea for the third episode, that mysterious white tower of R’lyeh has several layers built, the spine stretches high, probably the evil god will revive in the next episode.]

[Hurry up, we’re all waiting for you to get to the main plot!]

Li Qing casually glanced over, contemplating whether to release the third episode.