Chapter 710 - Sharper Mind (2/2)

All the participants whispered to each other after hearing that.

The old doctor was among them too. At this moment, he finally realized why Roland looked so feeble.

“Transform essence into Qi?” Dr. Huang wrote the phrase in his notebook and underlined it.

Daoists and doctors were the same in ancient times. The Daoist School’s “transform essence into Qi” could be found in traditional Chinese medicine too.

But it was more of a concept than a real method.

At this moment, someone finally raised his hand. “So in other words, Comrade Huang Wenwei, you can turn your semen into energy and unleash it?”

Roland nodded.

“May I ask how much semen you transformed to launch the blue fireball just

now?”

“About five days’ worth.”

Everybody looked at each other in shock. They felt that their worldview was shaken.

In the end, the doctor stood up and said, “But that’s unreasonable. Semen is essentially carbohydrate. Even five days’ worth of it can’t be more than two hundred grams. Even if there’s no loss in the transformation, by the conservation of energy, it couldn’t have caused such a huge explosion, could it?”

Roland shrugged. “That’s a research project that you should work on.”

“Okay.” The old doctor sat down.

“Because I have to transform semen to recover my energy, so in principle, I only have limited energy.”

Everybody got it.

Then, a slightly fat doctor stood up and asked, “I have two questions. Firstly, can you transform other people’s semen for your own use? Secondly, if semen works, why doesn’t blood work? Don’t they say that one drop of semen equals ten drops of blood?”

“Theoretically speaking, it’s possible to transform other people’s semen, but I dare not do that yet, because I’m not sure what my mental power will do to others. It might accidentally kill them.” Roland heaved a sigh. “More importantly, the other reason is that I’m naturally and instinctively repulsed by other men’s semen. I hope you can understand and not bring up the matter again. I don’t know why blood can’t be transformed.”

“Hahaha!”

Everybody in the meeting room laughed. They completely sympathized with Roland.

They would’ve done the same if they were in his shoes.

Then, a lot of them asked questions, like what the spell models looked like exactly, and what characteristics the mental power had.

Roland replied to the questions, sometimes even with demonstrations.

For example, he grabbed the small microphone in front of him with mental power.

Naturally, it raised exclamations and excitement among the researchers.

Half an hour quickly passed during the Q&A.

“As for Language Proficiency, I hope we can start the test right after the meeting.” Roland looked around. “I think it’s time to conclude the meeting. Any objections?”.

“No!”

Those researchers were more eager to run experiments than Roland was.

Then, the meeting was concluded, and Roland went to a laboratory in A2.

It was a small laboratory. Laboratories of different sizes had been built in the underground base to meet Roland’s requirements.

Language Proficiency was tested in a multimedia laboratory.

After casting the spell, Roland comprehended the words that the researchers pointed at or spoke out and offered their meanings without any mistake.

The thirty researchers were all fluent in English and Chinese, and each of them knew a couple of different other languages.

They wouldn’t call themselves fluent in those languages, but they could still read the professional books in those languages.

They tested all the languages they were capable of on Roland, but none of them puzzled Roland.

The researchers couldn’t have been more ecstatic.

During the experiment, at least seventeen different kinds of detectors were aimed at Roland, scanning and recording his heartbeat and brainwaves and the radiation and magnetic field changes caused by his body.

Even the air flow around him was tested.

After the experiment, all the researchers looked at him with awe.

It was because Roland really became an expert of every language with the spell. He even comprehended a certain language from Africa that few people spoke.

“This is completely uncanny.” The director looked at the recorded data. “How did he manage it? What’s the mechanism?”

“His brainwave frequency is 60 Hz higher than that when he’s sleeping. His brain must’ve really mutated.”

“What about other data?”

“The radiation is the same. There are fluctuations, but all within the normal range.”

Everything had radiations. The only difference was that some were huge and some weren’t.

“The magnetic field had obvious changes.” A researcher gave his tablet over. “After he used the spell, the magnetic field in his body expanded by thirty percent, and the epicenter moved up by about thirty centimeters.”

The director frowned. “What about his blood flow and body temperature?”

“No abnormalities. Both fluctuated within the normal range.”

“I don’t understand.” The director looked at his data. “We’ve gathered a lot of data, but it’s utterly disorganized. It’s hard for us to press the study without seizing the sky.”

“Indeed,” said a specialist who was dedicated to the study of brain activities. “His brain should’ve short-circuited when such abundant bio-electricity ran through his neurons, yet he’s still as alive as can be. Without figuring out that mystery, it will be barely possible for us to make progress in our research.”

“Should we apply for state-of-the-art equipment?” asked the director. “Who’s willing to sign a petition with me?” “Me.”

“Me.”

Many people raised his hands.

Roland, on the other hand, sensed whatever was left of the magic power in his body with a weird feeling.

He felt as if his mind were sharper than before!

Was it his imagination?