Chapter 681 Testing the White Light Bullet <TOC> Chapter 683 Showing It Off is Better than Hiding It
Translator: SumTLMan
In addition to furious howls, the ghost was trembling and struggling madly, even hitting its head directly against the laboratory wall. However, this behavior only weakened the energy inside its body and was meaningless.
This desperate struggle lasted for about ten minutes before finally calming down.
In the end, the ghost lay face down on the ground, motionless, as if it were dead.
Ghosts only die when the negative energy inside them is completely dissipated, so it was not dead now. However, as it lay on the ground, what kind of change had taken place?
Angel thought about this while simultaneously recording the air’s energy concentration and the changes in the ghost’s internal energy.
The negative energy inside the ghost contracted rapidly, becoming more unstable. However, to Angel’s surprise, another energy suddenly emerged in the ghost, which was very stable and gradually occupied half of the space.
Angel contemplated the changes in the ghost’s internal energy.
Half chaotic negative energy and half stable unknown energy, each occupying one side without infringing upon the other, maintaining a strange harmony.
This situation reminded Angel of the thirteenth daughter of King Guman.
After being hit by the white light bullet, her facial expressions showed a clear division: half calm and half ferocious, like the half-faced Buddha in Earth’s civilization, half a cruel demon and half a compassionate Buddha.
At that time, Angel even suspected that she had gained divine wisdom. However, before he could examine her, she fled.
Now, this male ghost seemed to be experiencing the same situation.
The chaotic energy and stable energy inside its body each occupied one side, dividing the ghost’s left and right faces, very similar to the image of the thirteenth daughter of King Guman.
The only difference was that the transformation of this male ghost was too slow.
It still lay on the ground without any movement. In contrast, the thirteenth daughter of King Guman completed the energy differentiation within minutes after being hit, and she always interacted with her surroundings.
This male ghost appeared to be in a state similar to a coma. Perhaps its body was too weak?
Half an hour later, the male ghost had not awakened, but the energy inside its body had already reached a harmonious state, without any fluctuations or growth. The most significant reason it lay on the ground without moving was likely its weakness.
Seeing its stable condition, Angel handed over the energy monitoring task to 233: “I’ll leave the monitoring to you. If anything happens, call me in the alchemy lab next door.”
There was an alchemy laboratory on Phantom Island.
When Sanders was young, he had naively spent many years learning alchemy. Eventually, he faced reality and abandoned alchemy, but the alchemy laboratory was preserved.
However, Sanders probably hadn’t been here for a hundred years, and only the black shadow servants would come in regularly to clean and tidy up.
Many of the alchemy tools here were old and basically in a half-obsolete state. Angel didn’t plan to use these tools; he was just going to create an alchemical illusion, which he could do even with his bare hands.
To set the Mysterious Object before Sanders left, Angel didn’t care about the appearance when making the alchemical illusion; they were all crystal balls.
He only separated them into groups based on the material.
According to his own tests, the appearance of alchemical products didn’t seem to have much impact on the Mysterious Object. However, the material had some connection with the duration of the Mysterious Object.
As Angel crafted the “crystal balls,” 233 was monitoring the state of the ghost diligently.
In the blink of an eye, half a day passed. Angel’s extraordinary performance resulted in three crystal balls. To save time, he didn’t even take the time to appreciate the Mysterious Objects within the crystal balls.
While crafting the fourth crystal ball, a message came from 233.
The ghost woke up!
Angel immediately put down his work and went to the observation room next door. 233 was holding a notebook, quickly recording the energy changes in the room.
As Angel approached, he saw that 233 had clearly marked the coordinates of the energy contained in the air and the changes in the energy within the ghost.
Inside the sealed laboratory, the male ghost had indeed woken up. However, his movements were still stiff, only changing from lying down to a kneeling position, with his head still buried and his face obscured.
“How long has he been in this state?” Angel inquired.
“About two minutes. After waking up, he just changed from lying to kneeling,” 233 hesitated for a moment before adding, “But, young master, look at the significant changes in his internal energy.”
Angel looked at the notebook 233 was recording, and the energy curve within the ghost’s body showed a significant rebound. However, compared to the energy curve before he was hit, it was still almost half as weak.
“Negative energy has been directly reduced by half,” Angel stroked his chin, wondering if this had anything to do with the sudden stable energy within the ghost?
Had negative energy been directly transformed into half stable energy?
Angel took the pen and paper and recorded this guess at the bottom of the coordinate chart.
As Angel focused on his records, the ghost in the sealed laboratory suddenly raised its head.
233 noticed the ghost’s condition first, his eyes filled with surprise, “Master Pat, look! There’s a significant change in his expression!”
Angel raised his head and saw the current state of the ghost. However, his eyes remained calm, as the male ghost’s current state was almost identical to the state of Guman King’s thirteenth daughter after she was shot.
From the center of the forehead, it split into two halves; one half full of resentment and ferocity, the other half cold and emotionless. The ferocious side still exhibited the ghostly appearance, with white, foggy pupils and blood vessels protruding like twisted roots from the corners of the eyes. However, the calm side revealed a pale-faced middle-aged man with gaunt cheeks and eyes that, though regaining their pupils, were icy cold, even faintly revealing an indelible malice.
It seemed as if half a ghost and half a soul had come together.
“Still like this, but… is he still a ghost?” Angel murmured softly.
After pondering for a moment, Angel asked the motionless figure, “Who are you?”
If he was still a ghost, he would not answer because ghosts lacked consciousness, only filled with resentment and anger towards all living energy. Souls, on the other hand, were different; though lacking a physical body, they could sense the meaning they wanted to convey through soul vibrations and even emotional fluctuations.
The male ghost did not reply but simply raised his head to look at the source of the sound.
The glass here was one-way, so Angel could see him, but he could not see outside, only able to determine the location through sound.
“Not responding but trying to locate the sound source, and not roaring maliciously at the sound source.” As Angel recorded his observations, he pondered in his heart that the ghost’s current state did not seem like a pure ghost, nor did it seem like a soul.
It was more like an intermediate entity between the two.
“What are you looking at?” Angel asked again.
The other party still did not answer but just looked at the sound source in confusion, even tilting his head to examine it carefully.
“Master Pat, he seems to have emotions now,” 233 whispered.
Angel nodded, knowing that if it were a typical ghost, it would not be curiously looking at the sound source but attacking it with its claws, even if the sound source was just a wall.
Clearly, his curiosity stemmed from thinking.
However, his thinking seemed very one-sided, still in the “responsive” stage to the sound, without the process of self-awareness and self-thinking. Was it because he already had a sense of his identity?
Like a babbling person.
“Lost the basic cognitive ability, but gained the divine wisdom.” Angel recorded this line of text.
But at this moment, he suddenly said inexplicably, “Where are the…flowers?”
The tone was normal, a common continental language, without any distortion.
Angel frowned and added a line of small supplementary text under the previous row of words, “Seems to retain some language memory.”
233: “He can actually speak? How can a ghost speak? And what does this sentence mean?”
Angel shook his head, “It may be a meaningless sentence, or it may be some original memories remaining in his soul.”
However, regardless of the meaning of this sentence, there is no doubt that this ghost has undergone a completely different change from the original.
From the energy display, there is still a large amount of chaotic negative energy inside it, which means that it is undoubtedly still a ghost, but it has appeared with language ability and basic divine wisdom and cognitive ability, which means that it is different from ordinary ghosts.
So, is he a ghost with basic divine wisdom now?
Or is he a ghost that is slowly returning to a soul state?
This may still require time to observe before it can be finally confirmed. However, the current state can be called a “half-ghost.”
“You continue to stay here and record his movements and communicate with him in language to see if he learns your way of thinking.” Angel said to 233.
Finally, he took one last look at the “half-ghost.” On his calm side, his expression was still filled with confusion, and he was trying to search for the exit of the sealed laboratory. On the other side, his ferocious side was still unconsciously roaring.
Angel turned and left, returning to the alchemy laboratory once more.
At present, he had a rough grasp of the effects of the Prelude of Reincarnation, although he had not yet reached a final conclusion. However, from a functional point of view, it seemed that it did not help him much at the moment. Therefore, Angel let 233 take care of it, while he continued to craft the alchemical illusion.
Chapter 681 Testing the White Light Bullet <TOC> Chapter 683 Showing It Off is Better than Hiding It