Vincent slept for a day and a night. When he woke up the following day, he felt that the whole world had changed, he had become more sensitive to his surroundings. When he tried to reach out for his disposable cup by the side of the bed, the cup fell to the floor, before he could touch it.
When he looked at the Scroll of Creation, he found that the battle inside the Scroll was growing more and more fierce. After the first insect queen had appeared, the rest of the colonies had started to evolve as well. Fights, evolutions, and new insects developed as a result of the catalyst.
Although Vincent would have liked to continue with his observation, he changed his mind when he realized he was starving. After walking around his neighborhood, he settled down at a café across the street from Carrefour. It was late in the afternoon and quite a number of people were having afternoon tea.
“Sir, are you alone or…” the waitress asked him, immediately struck by his handsome appearance.
This guy is quite good looking, but he does not look wealthy. Oh, it is such a tiring day!
“Ah!” Vincent looked at the waitress, stunned. Why did she say such a thing in front of me?
Why is he looking at me? Don’t tell me that he likes me… the waitress was thinking in her head.
“I am alone. I want a set of this…” Vincent looked at the menu and ordered his meal. After the waitress had written down his order, she turned and left.
Vincent looked at her back and was baffled. He did not remember seeing her talking, as she did not move her lips. However, he had heard some strange sound, as if the waitress was talking.
Another cute waitress in uniform arrived, bringing his meal, thinking of her own life’s dilemma… How I wish I could knock off from work now. Leonard has asked me out for a movie. Should I go?
“Don’t go. When a guy asks a girl out for a midnight movie, they usually have an ulterior motive. They would have planned it well in advance, and are waiting for you to take the bait,” Vincent said.
The waitress immediately looked up, stared at Vincent and asked, “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud?”
The waitress was flustered and quickly walked away. As she was walking away, she turned to look at Vincent with a strange and confused expression.
Vincent lowered his head and ate his food. He was smiling. Finally, he could no longer contain his joy and burst into laughter.
Mind reading? It is mind reading! I can actually know what others are thinking. This is f**king amazing!
Vincent recalled what had happened to him. When he was in the low-dimensional world, his consciousness had gone into an Inner Space and absorbed strange energy that allowed him to have such power.
He was like the insect queen, which was able to control the entire colony through her mind power. However, Vincent had just acquired this power, so it was inferior compared to the insect queen’s. He could only hear the thoughts of the people around him, at a limited distance.
On his way home, he passed many people who had just left work. As he passed by the people, he could hear different voices.
"I haven’t finished the report. I must get it done tonight!"
"School should have ended. I wonder if my honey has gone to pick up Liya!"
"My boss is too much. I need to fly again tomorrow. I have been traveling for more than half of this month!"
"I need to send allowance to mom and dad tomorrow. How much should I send? I think I will send more!"
…
Vincent heard many voices in his brain. There seemed to be a buzzing sound in his head, as if his brain was exploding. After getting out of the crowd, he felt better, and was now walking along the small path toward his house.
It’s really mind reading. Its effective distance is limited, no further than 2 meters. However, this power will be a problem, if I can’t learn and control how to shut it off!
Vincent was extremely excited to have acquired a special power. As he thought of how the insect queen had evolved and created offsprings with diverse morphology through its pheromone secretion, he wondered if he could do the same. His cancer might possibly be cured because of this discovery.
That’s right. Who knows? I might be cured!
Vincent became very excited. Although he had accepted the fact that he had a terminal disease, it would be great if he could resolve it and did not have to die from it. After all, who would choose to die when the person can choose to keep on living a good life.
For the next few days, Victor continued to observe the happenings in the Scroll of Creation. He realized that the scroll was an entrance of a low-dimensional space. His painting space used to be a two-dimensional world, but ever since he introduced the elements and concept from the three-dimensional world, the dimensions of the painting space may have been increased.
However, it hadn’t reached three-dimension yet, but was in between two-dimensional and three-dimensional. This made the painting space unique and unpredictable.
When Vincent entered the painting space with his consciousness, the long tunnel that he saw must be an one-dimensional space. The two-dimensional space was a flat surface, and one-dimensional world at most could be just a line. In this case, it would be even more difficult for living things to survive in an one-dimensional world than in a two-dimensional space. Such space may not even be able to contain basic elements.
Vincent guessed that the Inner Space should be a zero-dimensional space, a highly condensed singularity. In this world, there could be nothing except the source of power. No material things, but the source, the existence of a concept.
If in a two-dimensional world, life could barely survive in the flat surface, then how about in the one-dimensional world? Or even zero-dimensional? In such low-dimensional spaces, the only thing that could exist probably were some conceptional things such as the consciousness or soul.
There was a tunnel leading toward the low-dimensional spaces in the Scroll of the World. As the dimensional space reduced, the life forms found it became closer to their origin.
Life in the zero-dimensional space could be counted as being the source. Life forms existed in the form of consciousness, or soul. Both Vincent and the insect queen had gained access to the low-dimensional space through the Scroll of Creation. Through absorbing energy from the source of power, they had strengthened their consciousness and eventually developed something like mind power.
The living things in the higher dimensional space were more complex and thus were farther away from getting in contact with the origin of life. Lives below the two-dimensional space made use of the source energy and activate their souls.
Vincent named this power the Source Form. He started to imitate the insect queen, making use of the tunnel to bring his consciousness into the zero-dimensional space through the Scroll of Creation and to absorb the Source Form to further increase his consciousness and mind power.
However, his consciousness could not last long in the zero-dimensional world. After absorbing a small amount of Source Form, he had to get out quickly or he might get assimilated. Later, he was able to maintain the structure of his consciousness in the zero-dimensional world through meditation and visualization. This helped him alter the situation slightly.
Vincent started to read up on meditation, Taoism, visualization, and cultivation, hoping to gain something useful from these subjects.
“Hello, teacher. I am here for the yoga class!” “Mr. Vincent, I am your instructor. From now on, please put aside two hours each day for yoga practice. Since you have never done yoga before, we will start with the basics!” Phoebe was a 25-year-old yoga instructor. She had her long hair twisted up into a bun and she exuded an air of classic elegance. Vincent had signed up for a VIP package, which included personal yoga training sessions. He came to learn about meditation, and had never expected to meet such a beauty. Vincent had a crush on Phoebe, but he had certainly paid a high fee for it! Vincent felt that, when he was practicing meditation, he could feel his blood circulating. On top of that, he could gradually sense every part of his body. He realized that he was able to focus and control his mind power as time passed by. Originally, he could only send his mind power toward the outside world, as he strengthened it, he was also able to conceal the power. Yoga is a physical, men
Thump! Thump! Vincent could hear his own heartbeat. He mentally ran through his whole body. He could feel his blood circulating, and the senses that seemed vague previously had now become clearer. Ultimately, a strange looking picture appeared in front of his eyes. There were no colors, only structures in this picture. It was like a three-dimensional model or a planar graph created using CAD. The skin, muscles, bones, arteries and internal organs were all shown in the picture, formed by multiple sub-units. Vincent could even feel the thickness of his skin, the length of his bones, and the sizes of his internal organs. However, as his mind power was not powerful enough, he was still unable to reach the cellular level. He could only vaguely sense it. Vincent could see the dark shadow in his lungs. The cancer cells, which had been separated from the healthy cells, had been increasing. Amassing, they had started to form a tumor. Cancer cells are cells that divide continually, forming
Over the past two weeks, other than attending the personal yoga classes and going to Phoebe’s house, Victor had been mostly staying at home. Today, while he was out, he found something amiss. Everyone who walked past him turned around to stare at him. There were even a few times when he actually caught sight of people secretly taking photographs of him. He looks so handsome! Is he some comic character? Is he a celebrity? He is so elegant! He seems to have a mixed ethnicity. He looks so gorgeous. His eyes are so charming! Oh no! I have been lovestruck. He’s looking at me! Along the way, weird thoughts flooded Vincent’s mind continuously. When Vincent looked at himself in the mirror, he only felt that he looked good and was not really bothered. However, when others looked at him, it seemed that Vincent had undergone an astonishing change. For instance, when he went to the café for a meal, the waitress actually secretly passed him her mobile number, and many girls came up with dif
Vincent was lying on his bed, playing with his mobile phone when Ruby suddenly approached him. Staring at his face carefully, she asked, “Why did I not realize earlier that you are so handsome? You were good-looking before, but now you are stunning…” “Tell me honestly, did you have plastic surgery?” Vincent pushed away Ruby’s head which was almost touching his face. “Previously, my work environment has greatly affected my health. Now, I am recovering and I have been training every day, so that may explain it.” “It’s such an amazing transformation!” Ruby was simple-minded, so she believed what Vincent told her. However, because of Vincent’s flawless appearance, she still stayed beside him. “Hey, Vincent, I have just broken up!” “Oh!” “Should you not comfort me?” “Should I? I don’t think so!” Vincent put down his mobile phone and glanced at Ruby, feeling somewhat strange. Ever since he was able to control his mind power, he did not really read another person’s thoughts unless it
Vincent entered the painting space and immediately discovered that the very first queen insect had died. It was jointly attacked by a few other queen insects that appeared later on, dragged out from its nest, and died a horrible death. It was precisely at the moment this insect queen died that the measure of the Source Form in Vincent’s brain increased. Vincent then brought his consciousness into the painting space and gradually discovered that the Source Form’s increase did not only occur when the insect queen died. In fact, every time a living thing died, the measure of the Source Form would increase subtly. He did notice that there was a great difference between an ordinary insect and an insect queen. As the changes were minimal for ordinary insects, Vincent had not noticed the difference before. It was only when the insect queen died, and the measure shot up, that this great difference caught his attention. The entire space in the painting became the playground of the insects.
Vincent felt that something was about to grow out from between his eyebrows. Finally at the end of his meditation, with sufficient mind power, the thing broke through and came into the real world. Vincent saw the external world, not with his eyes or with the introspective senses that he had been using earlier. Instead, he was actually observing the world from an entirely different angle. His mind power had broken through the limitations of his body and was influencing the real world. The real world that he saw through his mind power was made up of information formed by dots and lines. There were no colors or light, only information in the form of dots and lines. From the moment Vincent extended his mind power to explore the world, he could feel a vast amount of external information flooding into his brain. The humidity of the air, the size of the room, and the length, structure, quality, and density of his bed all continuously gushed into his brain. Suddenly, Vincent realized that
Vincent hunched over his cluttered desk, the now-familiar hum of the silver hourglass thrumming beside him. Plans for the painting space sprawled across his notebook, a testament to weeks of tireless brainstorming. Vincent came up with plans for the future of the painting space based on his ideas. Since he had 1368 units of Source Form at his disposal, a number painstakingly accumulated through past experiments, Vincent yearned to craft a world more intricate than anything he'd attempted before. Vincent had decided to create a world with a bigger framework of rules, so that he would not need to keep changing and adjusting it in the future. Of course, that was merely the framework. Vincent would not be able to design a large-scale world for the time being even if he wanted to.Vincent had spent a long time thinking about it. He envisioned a robust framework, a Krynnspace world built upon multiple planes, a universe entirely separate from his own. Gone were the whimsical ideas of parall
As the echoes of the failed experiment faded, Vincent's lab, once a crucible of hope, lay shrouded in silence. Yet, within that stillness, the seeds of determination took root. Vincent knew that the path of a pioneer was paved with setbacks, each a stepping stone to the pinnacle of discovery. With the painting space stirring, Vincent turned his gaze to the canvas of creation that lay before him. The space, a mirror to his ambitions, rippled with the potential of the untapped. It was a realm where the laws of nature bowed to the whims of the creator. A tremor rippled across the canvas of creation before him. The painting space, a reflection of his ambitions, writhed with the raw power of the untamed. Here, the shackles of reality loosened, bending to the will of the creator. And Vincent, for a moment, was its master. He stepped through the shimmering portal, the air crackling with nascent life. As he stepped into the painting space, the air thrummed with the power of life itself. The