Chapter 320: Mind Controller (Part 2/2) (1/2)

Chapter 320: Mind Controller (Part 2/2)

Translator: Strivon

The group of people in the sofa corner listened to Luo Nan use the concepts of gears and order frames to explain Ouyang Chen's great technique. Some of them blinked their eyes. Some of them furrowed their brows. Some of them scratched their heads. They expressed themselves differently, and they inevitably made eye contact with each other. The atmosphere became quite odd.

Zhang Yingying relied on her flash of enlightenment just now to barely follow Luo Nan's train of thought. She casually flung a wisp of hair as she asked, ”According to you, President Ouyang takes the heaven and earth…. Okay. He takes the spatial structure as an exoskeleton and controls it that way?

”Using Formatting Theory as an interpretation, he's using his Self-Format to distort the Heaven and Earth Format. And the Heaven and Earth Format may be able to explain the coupling relationships of many relatively independent 'gear sets'. President Ouyang transforms them from their previously distant distribution of space-time.”

Luo Nan suddenly stopped here, like he had jammed. He only whispered several seconds later, ”Yes, it's 'space-time distribution'. No doubt about it. The lag caused by the distribution of space-time can be reduced through this method.”

It's happening again!

Zhang Yingying propped her forehead up with her hand. She made a silent sigh. Luo Nan, in this self-talk state, was quite refreshing when used to disgust enemies. But when used upon his own people, it was really quite heartless.

Luckily, this state didn't persist for too long. Luo Nan raised his head and turned to hold her gaze. His brows even furrowed. ”Isn't being a 'Mind Controller' the same as being a 'Psychic'? As long as your mind is set to it, you'll be incessantly annoying?”

Papercut puffed with a poof.

Zhang Yingying's brain churned. Oh wow, that really is a thing.

There was a nanosecond instant where Zhang Yingying really did consider throwing out a small apology, but then she just laughed as she extended her elbow around Luo Nan's shoulder. She moved closer to him, bringing out the attitude of a bro. ”Don't carelessly throw words together. However, it's a very interesting way of talking, talking about those gear sets and space-time distributions. Oh! Isn't this the intelligence that the group from Headquarters want to know? Is it really okay for you to just spit it out like this?”

”I didn't start talking about these things because someone was acting horribly.” Luo Nan didn't believe that the Logic World was any mystery. Perhaps An Weng's actions could barely count. However, He Yueyin didn't warn him that the group from Headquarters didn't have any patience for questioning.

Zhang Yingying's lips twitched. ”You talk about it quite easily. The matter with An Weng—I asked my boss. She only spoke vaguely about it.”

”This may be because she doesn't understand Formatting Theory.”

Luo Nan clearly knew that Zhang Yingying's boss was the famous and outstanding Her Majesty Wu Huang, the Martial Empress. But due to his subtle mood, he blurted out jokingly, ”From my perspective, the facts are very clear. It is precisely because of President Ouyang's technique that An Weng found it easy. He took advantage of the situation to lock on to a place that was originally very distant. He jumped over there through a shortcut.”

There still wasn't anyone who could truly understand his Formatting Theory and Coupling Theory. But with the logic behind them described clearly, Zhang Yingying and the others imagined the situation and got the gist of the picture.

Luo Nan didn't want to be associated with the title of 'Mind Controller'. He had zero idea what this title meant. So he asked, not understanding, ”What sort of profession is the Mind Controller?”

”It should be considered the next step of a Hypnosis Master. Mind Controllers are experts in leading and controlling the minds of people. They are very popular in all sorts of religious orders. The weaker ones can be responsible for preaching and sermonizing work. The more powerful ones can become core priests. There are some who are simply the leaders of their orders…. Speaking of which, we haven't gone over this before?”

The person who had spoken wasn't part of the people within the ring-shaped sofa. It was Bamboo Pole, who had just walked into the sofa corner. He was an expert on secret orders, having done extensive research on them. He started Luo Nan off with the powerful people of every major order in his ”Notes on the Major Characters of the World” course. This was a very important part of his course.

Luo Nan shook his head. He didn't have the faintest of an impression.

By now he saw He Yueyin. She stood by Bamboo Pole's side, but he felt that she was acting a bit quiet and low-key.

Luo Nan's limbs felt weak. His body's reactions were half a beat behind. He could only wave to the people coming over as his greeting. By his side, Xue Lei instinctively got up to give them his seat. He was worried about being polite to He Yueyin, and he simply jumped over the back of the sofa.

With this, He Yueyin gave Xue Lei a word of thanks as she walked through the entrance of the ring-shaped sofa. She sat by Luo Nan's left side, while Zhang Yingying remained sitting on the right.

The sofa was quite soft. The three people were pulled close to each other, making it quite crowded.

Bamboo Pole, on the other hand, didn't join in on the fun. He simply walked to the bar to the side of the sofa corner and took up one of the only two spots there. He ordered a martini, and he beamed as he saw the group of people rub closely against each other in the ring-shaped sofa.

Papercut felt a bit regretful seeing this. He also wanted to order a few cups. As he got up, he said loudly, ”Get me a rum and coke.”

Bamboo Pole shook his head. ”Stay there. Crag Burst will be here soon. With the size of his body, don't invite him to go over to where you all are. It will be torture.”

He waved to Xue Lei behind the sofa. ”Leister, fancy a cup?”

”I'm not old enough.” Xue Lei wasn't of drinking age, and the public venue managed things very strictly. He could only politely decline this sort of recreation.

As he spoke, Xue Lei walked to stand behind Xie Junping and Hu Huaying.

The topic that was discussed here a moment ago and the odd atmosphere made the two second-generation rich people stupefied. They saw Xie Junping come over and subconsciously sighed in relief. Xie Junping asked in a whisper, ”Everyone here is…?”

Xue Lei didn't know how to respond for a time.

It was the mass that was Papercut sitting next to them who lit up with a smile. ”We are people of the same profession in the same society. It's like your school's Mystic Arts Research Society. Our field is similar.”

Xie Junping went, ”Ohhh.” His thoughts were undecipherable,, but his expression turned very odd and unusual.

At the other side, after being seated for several seconds, He Yueyin spoke in a low voice, ”Apologies, Mr. Luo. I made a mistake in my work, causing this situation to emerge….”

Luo Nan didn't talk. He wasn't angry at He Yueyin. However, saying a few words like ”It's okay” was an absolutely impossibility for him.

He really did mind when all was said and done. How could he not?

Seeing and experiencing how Headquarters had no lower bounds in their methods, Luo Nan's mind was filled with thoughts on how to deal with the arrival of enemies in the future, on how to deal with this problem.

He wasn't alone. There were his aunt and uncle. There were his close friends living in Xia City. There was also Gear, which couldn't be moved at all…. All kinds of restraints, all of which must be handled. All respects must be thorough. It was an impossible task to accomplish, no matter how he looked at it.

Before a clear path ahead could be seen in one's train of thought, one's thoughts would naturally trace backward, upstream to spread to various 'what if... then maybe...', 'in the event that... so...', and similar lines of thought. Reproach, regret, and similar emotions came with these thoughts as well.

Luo Nan didn't have enough mental energy to imagine what had yet to happen. But those vague emotions still existed as before. Following He Yueyin's honest apology, his emotions, which were like inferior wine that had yet to finish fermenting, broke through the barrel wall to spill out.

He didn't have the leisure to mull over how to express himself. He spoke bluntly, ”I need a solution. My—my family. My mother's heart and blood…. Those scum are willing to do anything!”

He had spoken these words to Xue Lei. He had spoken these words to himself. Right now, he spoke these words to He Yueyin. Before, he spoke rationally, but now he was venting his emotions.

He Yueyin responded in a low voice, ”President Ouyang has already sealed off Headquarters' defensive privileges on the Psychic Wave Network. Gong Qi will be leaving Xia City early tomorrow morning.”