Chapter 125 An Unusual Solution

Trying to suppress the dizziness in his head, He Feng felt saliva constantly overflowing from his throat.

It seems that, apart from the amygdala which controls fear, his limbs, every organ, and even his brain are all affected.

It was as if they all had a grudge against him, all of them were forcibly operating at the lowest energy level, and any thoughts of resistance were simply replaced by a sense of lethargy.

He Feng struggled to open his eyelids, and through his blurry vision, he saw the twisted, wildly flailing, blood-red tumor in front of him.

With one arm raised, the translucent skin reveals bulging blood vessels, making the entire arm appear several times larger due to blood engorgement.

Filled with extreme hatred, it was about to crash down heavily, but it hung alone in the air, hovering endlessly.

Perhaps because it lacks a visual system, it is using the pores of its skin to sniff out He Feng's location.

Time is running out, yet there's no sign of life.

"No, we have to put in the effort, otherwise we'll be stuck here before we can solve this thing."

A weak voice came from his throat, bypassing his brain which was flooded with junk information, and came straight out from his weak vocal cords.

"Hurry up and think of something!" he gasped, pounding his head with his weak arm.

It's incredibly difficult to find useful information in a jumbled mess of thoughts.

Sleepiness, fatigue, and weariness were all mixed together and swirling in his mind.

Thinking aggravates fatigue, and fatigue, in turn, fuels burnout; this vicious cycle directly stifles any thinking He Feng can muster.

Let him become a fool who remains indifferent until the flood comes.

The brain has become a burden, only pushing him into the mire.

When the body needs to move, it must give commands to the brain, but the brain's control has been taken away.

This means that everything in the body will become detached from each other, falling into a state of "you do your thing and I do mine."

"I can't think straight at all." He Feng's eyelids were half closed, and he swayed back and forth as he knelt on the ground.

He pursed his lips, forcibly filtering out the junk information and controlling thoughts being fed into his mind. This active resistance made him feel like his brain was about to burn out.

"Intelligence system, show me a way, right now!"

"Tell me exactly what I should do!"

The proactive intelligence refresh can only be used three times within five days, and he has already used it twice.

If he uses it again, his only remaining reliance will disappear.

Faced with the dangers and opportunities that lie ahead, the next five days may be beyond our control.

Suddenly.

The azure screen took shape on his retina, coalescing into a message that required no semantic analysis.

[Intelligence 3 (Updated)]

【Crimson Sarcoma: A soft-bodied organism that lives in confined spaces and has a preference for damp environments. Its bodily fluids have strong hallucinogenic properties, and those affected will fall into a state of severe fatigue. The mechanism is unknown.

Solution: Environmental factors can be altered to elicit a response from the subject, such as commands, simple graphics, or gestures conveying specific information. Conclusion: External guidance can help prevent manipulation.

Information, seemingly extracted from nowhere, appeared before He Feng's eyes, but with just a flash, the jumbled information was easily understood.

"You can't think for yourself; you have to have someone else think for you."

The endless stream of information tried to wash away the answer, but the intelligence seemed as solid as iron, and Zhen Dihe Feng's mind suddenly became clear.

With a chill running down his spine, He Feng glanced at Ji Chun, who was still busy at the control panel, and shouted with his last bit of strength.

"Help me! Quickly!"

"Me? Me?"

From the beginning, Ji Chun followed He Feng's instructions, not daring to look at He Feng even once, despite his socks being soaked.

He was terrified, absolutely terrified.

The fact that such a hideous monster was lurking on the fortress he lived in day and night filled him with lingering fear and a selective inclination to ignore it.

He Feng is in trouble now; he must overcome his timidity, even though his legs are trembling.

"Command me!" He Feng almost shouted the last sentence out of his voice, the last long note sounding a little hoarse.

The control panel was only a dozen meters away from He Feng's position. Ji Chun swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

How absurd it is to let an ordinary person command an evolved being!

Does he deserve it?

Even the worst evolved being has far more combat experience than him, so how dare he presumptuously belittle himself and make such an overstepping move?

A sharp whistling sound suddenly blew past his ears.

The crimson tentacle that was locating its position was the thickest one, which had now grown several times its original size!

"Turn to the right!" Ji Chun shouted immediately amidst the noisy mechanical sounds.

Before he finished speaking, He Feng's previously drowsy body seemed to suddenly awaken.

As if possessed, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and hips, causing his thigh to lift sharply to the right.

With a "thud," without any point of leverage, He Feng's mud-like body was strangely slid several meters away.

The spot they had just dodged was then slammed down by an immense pressure, instantly denting a steel plate nearly twenty millimeters thick.

It fit perfectly with that thick tentacle.

Ji Chun was terrified.

Just as one problem was about to be solved, another arose. The scarlet tentacles, which had yielded no results, suddenly made a move, sweeping towards He Feng's location.

"Jump into the sky, jump as high as you can!" Ji Chun shouted anxiously, his eyes fixed on every trembling tentacle muscle.

His crippled body sprang up as if struck by lightning, crimson battle aura swirling around his legs, and with the aid of his supernatural power, he instantly leaped into the air.

He flew incredibly high, and with the support of his enhanced abilities, he was even able to get close to the main trunk of the tentacles.

The brutal sweeping attack was dodged and missed its target.

Furthermore, it also lost its target.

"A good opportunity!" Ji Chun, who was watching intently from a distance, showed a hint of joy, but also a touch of fear.

A branching tentacle, drawn by the sound, suddenly dangled above his forehead, swaying precariously as if trying to locate him.

Shouting might kill the Crimson Tumor instantly, but the tentacle might be faster.

Given his frail and ordinary appearance, he would only be smashed into a pile of minced meat.

If you don't shout, you'll only miss this opportunity.

Even if you are locked in place by the tentacles and crushed to death, you will never have another chance.

After a moment of inner struggle, his eyes lit up, as if he had already made up his mind about something.

"My lord, charge forward with your sword straight at his main officer!"

Ji Chun's heart was beating so fast that he could even hear the thumping sound in his ears.

Mixed together were the sounds of sharp knives slicing through flesh and the dull thud of blunt instruments whistling through the air.

Can he win? He didn't know, and could only place his hopes on He Feng, as a nobody.