"Field of View Insight" was supposed to provide a three-dimensional grid map of everything perceived, feedback directly into his mind. Yet, as the perception spread to a distance of three meters, it became twisted, like a ball of yarn messed up by a cat.
Sweat beaded on Lin Yi’s forehead as he stubbornly tried to peer into a corner of this vast world. However, his power alone was too minuscule, even just a corner of the Bell Tower was like a vast sea of smoke to him.
The more he tried to perceive, the more tangled the yarn became. The more he attempted to extend outward, the greater the resistance he felt pushing back.
Ultimately, he collapsed to the ground, powerless, spitting out stones and rolling his eyes backward, murmuring in his heart: "Damn, truly worthy of the ’Designer’ Amon... Such high-level design is not easily peered into..."
"No wonder no one has deciphered the plans of the Black Moon Outpost to this day... This shit is way too difficult?!"
Keep in mind, he’s no ordinary person - he’s the guy who slipped past the Boss and numerous Physical Education Teachers’ Perception to not only feast on stolen chickens but also repair The City Wall!
And someone who could repair The City Wall can’t even crack a small room in the Bell Tower?!
It’s not even the main part of the Bell Tower, just one floor, one corner of it!
What level of a Designer is this Amon?!
"Could it be that because ’Amon’ is called ’Designer,’ all related professions in later generations are qualified to carry the word ’Design’? "
Which means... if there indeed exists such a thing as the great Path in this world, then would Amon be the father of the ’Design Path’?!
Damn, what a "forefather of design"...
But joking aside, those three simple words, "Designer," stand like an insurmountable mountain, impossibly tall, defying all schemes and strategies, so much so that one can’t even begin to look up.
Is this the value of the "Original Apostles," unimaginable, and how terrifying must the other Apostles with their titles be.
Lin Yi sighed dejectedly, the golden flames in his eyes slowly extinguished, reluctantly exiting the "Field of View."
"Ah... If only Young Master Tian were here."
If Tian Bufan were here, he certainly wouldn’t be at a loss.
But now, all he could do was to observe the surrounding environment as much as possible, saving it exclusively for Tian Bufan.
Yet, as the golden flame in his eyes was about to go out, as if possessed by some devil...the image of him discussing with Tian Bufan appeared in his mind. He saw Tian Bufan across from him, slowly speaking with a mocking smile, followed by a voice that sprang from the depths of his heart:
"Idiot... Think about how you scout for vision in Warcraft..."
Warcraft... vision...?
Lin Yi was taken aback.
He wasn’t clear which game first introduced the vision mechanic, but his initial exposure to it was in "The Frozen Throne."
In a map shrouded in total darkness, only the regions with your own units would radiate a certain area as "occupied vision."
The remaining dark areas had to be explored by deploying your troops to gain vision, and the vision would move regionally with the movement of your forces.
"Wait! Could it be...?!"
In the misty first floor of the Bell Tower, the gradually dimming golden flame in Lin Yi’s eyes flickered for a while and then suddenly "whooshed" to life, blazing with a truly dazzling brilliance!
"Field of View Insight," restart!
The Domain spread out, and at about three meters, the edges became twisted and indecipherable.
"Heh heh..." But Ke Linyi did not give up just yet.
Because he had an epiphany!
"Three meters... it’s not that exploration is impossible!"
He slowly took a step forward, casually moving one foot in front of him!
As this step was taken, the twisted boundary in front of him seemed to advance a bit, while the one behind him contracted somewhat.
"As expected! If the range is limited, wouldn’t the corresponding ’field of view’ be illuminated as soon as I start moving?"
Damn, I’m truly a genius!
Thus, he began to wander around the first floor of the Bell Tower. This insignificant area was quickly "scanned" into his mind.
However, such a construction seemed to provide nothing more than a preliminary imprint, without any extra clues.
The only progress was that under the enhancement of "Field of View Insight," he could clearly see the flow pattern of Supernatural Power during the storm. Of course, observing it was as good as not observing at all.
Because now, his vision was filled with "oily stains."
Oil drifting onto the surface of water reflects dazzling colors under illumination, and the current storm was like a tempest of Contamination, with a variety of colors mixed with Grey Mist, forming a massive storm.
As the mist touched his body, all the oily stains immediately adhered to his skin and began to penetrate into the subcutaneous tissue.
This was the Contamination from the rainwater, yet a strange scene soon unfolded. As the oil began to seep into Lin Yi’s skin, his body triggered some mysterious "mechanisms" that even he himself couldn’t understand, as if consuming food and drink.
His body seemed to transform into a precise centrifugal separator, where as the oil infiltrated, it was directly separated into layers by color, turning into strands of Supernatural Power of various colors. Among them, the gold, blue, and green essences were completely absorbed and devoured by his body, while the rest was expelled from his body like a stream flowing through a Water Channel into a river...
"Eh, what’s going on...?"
He didn’t understand, but that didn’t prevent him from absorbing the beneficial parts of the mist.
It was clear that even so, he didn’t feel his body getting stronger; instead, he felt somewhat weak, as if the Supernatural Power he had absorbed was constantly filling an emptiness within him.
"Could it be that I haven’t recovered from the energy that Old Mo absorbed?"
"That hardly seems likely, does it?"
Lin Yi couldn’t be sure.
Because when Old Mo used him to recharge previously, he had been so hungry that he almost lost his sanity, devouring food nonstop. By the time he came to his senses, almost half an hour had passed, and even then, he still hadn’t felt full.
If that was the case, it would be understandable if he still felt a bit hungry now.
But he had another suspicion...
Could it be that the Supernatural Power he had absorbed was completely "diverted" elsewhere?
Just like Maozi absorbed the green essence in the Art Classroom and then shared it with them, was the part he had now consumed also being diverted to Young Master Tian, Wei Sang, Kuai Kuai, and... Maozi?
Or in other words, were they helping him share the burden of the Contamination?
As he pondered, he arrived in front of a wall of the Bell Tower.
The gridlines slowly moved forward, quickly covering the wall.
The mystical symbols on the wall, somewhere between cuneiform and hieroglyphs, began to be perceived by him little by little. And as he continued to sense them, old and low chanting sounds began to resonate in his ears. These deep voices seemed to carry a certain Magic Power that irresistibly reminded one of ancient priests conducting rituals at the summit of Divine Mountain or indescribable ancient teachings delivered by masters on their meditation mats...
[...jager...slutt...]
The voices were at times distant, at times close, majestic without Malice, but each segment lasted only very briefly. If the cries mixed in the storm of agony were like people each chanting their Chapter brushing past him, then each syllable here was like the priest riding a ghostly fire motorcycle, roaring past his face...