Chapter 1980: Chapter 1975: Mathematical Euphoria (36)

Accelerate.

At that moment, Fu Qian completely unleashed his intuitive impulse, even letting it fly free.

The end result was truly frenzy-inducing.

The flesh, once reasonably resilient, was torn open like tofu against sharp teeth, revealing the inner structure, yet Fu Qian’s actions continued.

Intuition was indeed accurate, as expected.

After continuous slicing, something special finally emerged — something exactly like his intuition had predicted.

A series of glands, linked together like sweet potatoes.

Due to their translucent nature, one could faintly see the sheen of the liquid inside, further confirming them as the source of "Paradise."

There was reason to believe other infusion platforms shared a similar structure. Although, even so, the intuition was stunningly precise, down to the arrangement of shapes.

Equally astonishing was the dosage.

Though the glands were slender compared to the infusion platform, the scaled-up size was still stunning.

This was no longer about infusion dosage; it could bathe you.

Of course, anyone who had experienced that echostasy could hardly permit such a waste. At the sight, the only thought was to crawl left and right to feel the aura—poof!

Like a jar being slashed open, Fu Qian moved the sharp teeth in his hand again, directly splitting the largest gland.

Sorry, squandering has always been part of Rebirth Club’s corporate culture.

The green liquid gushed out in a torrent, unfortunately lacking a showerhead.

The only consolation was that the water temperature was quite right.

...

Paradise rushed in, yet endless guilt grew within.

Even with reason, self-loathing surged forth crazily.

Sss—

Under the strong emotions of remorse, Fu Qian could only reflexively turn his hand, leaving a deep mark on his chest with the sharp teeth.

This kind of penitent action provided slight relief.

Puff—

The next moment, his hands moved again, tearing open a second gland.

Another surge of ecstasy erupted, self-loathing reached new heights, and Fu Qian almost felt a strong urge to split open his own forehead—and he indeed did.

Relying on professional knowledge, he didn’t harm the brain directly, but this pain brought a bit of peace to his mind.

Puff—

A third gland was ruptured again, the force so great it tore it clean in half, green ecstasy pouring out like rain.

Sss—

As it splashed onto him, Fu Qian instantly cut another deep gash at the original location of his umbilicus.

As it’s said, committing a sin while repenting, even Satan would surrender.

Through completely unhesitating self-mortification, even though the internal struggle was excruciating, Fu Qian successfully maintained his ability to act.

Before he knew it, all of the chemical bliss ingredients in sight had been released, a proper bath was had.

Indeed, although the cutting angles seemed arbitrary, they were carefully chosen.

Standing below, Fu Qian was completely drenched.

Given how deep some of the wounds were, the immersion hit literally home to the heart and lungs, with some even slipping directly into the skull through the seams of his head.

This potency far exceeded that of a single umbilical infusion.

And the true effects were just beginning.

Come, let me see how you feel!

How do you feel!

...

Of course, there’s a "you."

While intuition can offer good insights, in the Supernatural World, one must use them with utmost caution.

Needless to say, earlier, during the first few layers, Fu Qian had already witnessed at least three characters who made self-damaging actions based on "intuition."

They might not have felt any issue, but as a prominent academic leader, how could he treat his own logical actions so carelessly?

From the moment that intuition appeared, Fu Qian was already skeptical of its nature.

It was the original culprit that put him to sleep on the second layer; no matter how you look at it, wanting to advance further, such chemical bliss ingredients seemed untouchable.

Yet, the intuition conveyed the opposite notion.

Thus came the subsequent pursuit to climb the long stairs, and before that ascent, the hope that the intuition would grow even stronger.

Reality was indeed beautiful.

With his counterproductive actions, the intuition and impulse grew so fiercely that it could outright suppress contrary actions.

In such circumstances, turning around and leaving without lingering was because the answer he sought was already clear—

There was a will that imposed this intuition upon him, driving his actions.

Just like those three people before.

And this will was so powerful that even if it didn’t conceal itself, relying solely on brute force, it was enough to control his actions.

The long ladder may indeed offer a significant chance to access the next layer, yet he would never reach its end.

Fortunately, there was comforting news—he never intended to reach the end, nor did he prepare to ascend further.

This "malicious intuition" had been anticipated for far too long.

...

Were they really preparing to ascend step by step to Nine Layers Heaven?

With eyes presumably watching from behind?

Even knowing that the being behind those eyes could directly influence one’s will in Paradise.

Strike fast with efficiency, breaking through the three layers swiftly.

While performing these actions, Fu Qian never forgot the examples of those three people before.

Despite the seeming ease of his journey upward, he never underestimated the difficulty of this ascension.

Currently reaching the third layer, he still hadn’t found a method to dominate the will of others in lower dimensions.

But a method undoubtedly existed, as evidenced by the examples.

This was an extremely dangerous threat.

And Fu Qian didn’t want to bet all his strategies on the hope that his unique physiology as an outsider would be immune.

Why hadn’t he been targeted yet? He leaned towards some conditions yet unmet.

For instance, compared to others, perhaps he hadn’t been in Paradise long enough, and the other side needed time to invade brain cells.

Or perhaps it relied on more abstract conditions due to unknown controlling principles.

Nonetheless, fulfilling these conditions likely wasn’t overly complicated.

Evidence supported this: even with his efficiency, having just arrived at the third layer, he had already faced an irresistible willpower control.

The intuition just now clearly aimed to have him accept more Paradise immersion and sleep again, signaling an end to his path.

As for his deliberately amplified accelerating actions, the purpose was simple indeed.

If this ecstasy could make him sleep again, might the foreign will in his head be influenced as well, thereby slightly revealing itself to give him some counterintelligence?

Never aspire for overwhelmingly idealized excess benefits, as that only leads to self-delusion.

From the initial realization of the slim chance of reaching Nine Layers Heaven, Fu Qian had considered such reverse exploitation of will control.

Exploiting the information gap on his actual intent not being understood by the other side.

Given there was only one such opportunity, he had judiciously stabbed himself to increase absorption areas and effects.

Fu Qian blinked, an ocean of joy enveloping him.

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