Chapter 66: The Second Plenary Brain Meeting Officially Convenes

Zhou Mo lay on the bed and closed his eyes. Brainy was connected to Zhou Mo, but due to his skull being soaked in water, he remained exposed to the open air.

If anyone were to witness this scene, they would likely be frightened right out of their wits.

Fortunately, the only spectators were three brains, and one of them seemed a bit slow-witted.

Entering the sea of the subconscious for the second time, Zhou Mo had already grown quite familiar with the process. When he opened his eyes, he found himself back on the familiar iceberg. Looking up, the sky was still that vast expanse of dead, silent sea, which made Zhou Mo let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Good thing it's not a one-time deal..."

Zhou Mo stood at the edge of the iceberg and stretched his limbs slightly, but because he bent over a bit too far, he accidentally shook Brainy right off.

Brainy: ...

Zhou Mo hurriedly picked Brainy up. "Sorry about that, almost forgot I don't have a skull today."

Since this was the subconscious, Zhou Mo's image of lacking a skull would also be projected into this space based on his state of mind.

Brainy couldn't be bothered to argue with Zhou Mo and cast a direct look: What kind of specialty do you plan to get this time?

Zhou Mo shook his empty head. "Let's stick to self-preservation capabilities for now. I reckon Xia An will make a move on me in the next few days."

Brainy nodded, stretched its little short legs slightly, and then plunged headfirst into the sea.

Before Zhou Mo could even react, he saw that Brainy had already dived down.

Seeing this, Zhou Mo hurriedly jumped in as well. "Wait for me!"

Entering the deep sea, Zhou Mo noticed that the visibility depth this time seemed to have increased by another thirty to fifty meters, and there were many more human figures around.

However, what was most noteworthy was that compared to when Zhou Mo first jumped in, the active "schools of fish" all around had dwindled significantly; now, only a few sporadic black shadows flashed past in the deep sea.

By now, Zhou Mo was certain that these "schools of fish" were definitely subconscious monsters. Since Zhou Mo had already become a Deep Diver, these malicious entities had lost interest in him, making the prospect of them possessing Zhou Mo an absolute impossibility.

Brainy turned its tentacles into a propeller to lead the way, and seeing Zhou Mo still standing there in a daze, it rapidly batted its eyeballs at him. Only then did Zhou Mo snap out of it and follow.

Brainy swam along, touching the figures floating in the water with its eyeballs. After touching dozens of them and finding none quite satisfactory, it suddenly turned and swam upward, stopping in front of a middle-aged woman.

Zhou Mo looked up and estimated the distance. This was only a depth of 200 meters, even closer than the stuntman from before.

Brainy cast a look at Zhou Mo: This one, it's quite suitable.

Zhou Mo looked at Brainy somewhat perplexedly. Is this distance really appropriate?

However, Zhou Mo quickly realized what was going on.

'The depth of the subconscious sea only represents the closeness of blood relations and has nothing to do with the strength of the ability.'

'Depth simply gives one more room for selection; diving deep does not necessarily mean being strong.'

'It feels like the ability of this Deep Diver relies more on choosing well than on hard work.'

'This Deep Diver's ability feels so painfully realistic...'

Sighing lightly, Zhou Mo didn't hesitate much as he reached out and touched that figure.

The moment of contact, Zhou Mo's body began to emit a soft glow, and the body he touched gradually became transparent before finally disappearing from the water's surface.

This time, the changes in Zhou Mo's body did not provoke a riot among the "schools of fish," but Brainy still stood guard nearby, vigilantly watching those black shadows.

Not long after, Zhou Mo opened his eyes with a pleasant surprise.

'Brainy! As expected of you!'

Brainy flashed a very dashing look, then waved its eyeballs at Zhou Mo: Go play in that subconscious sea by yourself for a bit, I'll go out with you when the time comes.

Zhou Mo wasn't sure what Brainy intended to do in the deep subconscious sea, but since Brainy said so, Zhou Mo simply swam up and stretched his limbs.

Though he couldn't share the experience gained this time with Brainy, Zhou Mo was still quite thrilled.

Because what Zhou Mo acquired this time wasn't a specific skill, but rather a talent, to be exact.

It was a talent accumulated by that older sister through decades of practicing yoga—a talent that granted her a terrifyingly precise level of control over every single muscle in her body.

This could make Zhou Mo's body much more flexible and agile, and once equipped with the dog's brain, his combat effectiveness would probably increase by more than double.

Having just survived a fierce battle, Zhou Mo knew very well how crucial this ability was to him.

"I'm already looking forward to what the second ability will be~"

"Still, I'd prefer some substantive physical enhancements. After all, Xia An's leg techniques are truly formidable; no matter how flexible my body is, taking a kick like that will probably snap a few bones."

Joyfully, Zhou Mo climbed back up the iceberg. He found that with the enhancement of muscle control, even stunt parkour had become much easier, consuming less physical energy and making his breathing more rhythmic.

After experiencing a bout of dizziness and disorientation, Zhou Mo familiarly approached the sea of death.

Without any hesitation, he dove straight down headfirst.

This sea remained as calm as ever. If there was any difference from before, it was simply that the visible depth had increased by another five or six meters, and there were two floating figures in the water.

A choice between two.

After a brief moment of thought, Zhou Mo swam over to the man and touched him. After all, this man looked rather sturdy and robust.

Soon, those fragmented memories surged into Zhou Mo's body.

A middle-aged man stood opposite him, holding two short sticks and rhythmically tracing triangular attack patterns in front of his chest...

"Fili... what fili stick fighting..."

Not just both hands, but single-stick techniques as well; the rhythms and frequencies of these strikes were continuously carved into the depths of Zhou Mo's soul.

When Zhou Mo opened his eyes again, he found himself back in reality.

With two pitch-black empty eye sockets, Zhou Mo broke into a satisfied smile potent enough to scare an old grandmother to death. "Now the set is complete. I feel like I can actually go toe-to-toe with Xia An."

Brainy crawled out of Zhou Mo's skull, getting ready to take a hot bath, when Zhou Mo suddenly spoke up: "Rigid-Brain, go prepare four pots of warm glucose. We're having a meeting today, got some matters to discuss with you guys."

Rigid-Brain scurried over to the kitchen, and before long, four pots filled with warm glucose appeared on the dining table, with all four brains neatly lined up, one to a pot.

Having just gone to fetch his crowbar and practiced a couple of stick-fighting routines, Zhou Mo returned to see this scene and instantly fell into silence—especially when those eight eyeballs stretched out of the pots and stared at him unblinkingly, giving off an indescribable sense of eerie creepiness.

"Ehhhhh..."

Zhou Mo smacked his lips. "Let me ask a question, which pot was used to cook my meal the other day?"

Instantly, all the eyeballs turned to look at Rigid-Brain, and once again, the air fell into a heavy silence.

Zhou Mo let out a deep sigh, his fingertips trembling slightly as he looked at Brainy and said, "Buy me a few new pots later. This is my final shred of dignity as a normal human being, I'm begging you."

"If you don't want me to suffer a sudden stroke one day and randomly take one of you with me, tell Rigid-Brain once and for all that she is not allowed to use new pots to give you all baths!"

Dog-Brain, Doctor-Brain, and Brainy—all three brains saluted in unison: Yes, sir!

Rigid-Brain tilted its eyeballs, then awkwardly mimicked their motion with a substandard salute.

With the resignation of a man whose heart had died a thousand deaths, Zhou Mo sighed, "Let's not dwell on these frustrating things. Let's talk about the upcoming war with Xia An."