Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 89 - 86 Andy’s Little Scheme_1

After the reconstruction of Psychic Blast was completed, Gaven immediately approached Bark and said bluntly, "Captain Bark, I’ve further improved the Psychic Magic Spell, and it needs to be tested in actual combat, You’re the most suitable subject, because you’ve experienced the old version and can make an effective comparison, However, this time it’s more dangerous, I’m not clear on its power either."

"Bring it on!" Captain Bark didn’t even hesitate and leaped into the air immediately.

"Keep an eye on your leader," Gaven said to the other Erde, "And if there’s any accident, give him this." He took out several Healing Potions and tossed them to the others.

"Be ready," Gaven said with a low shout, his mind focusing, his eyes flashing with a clear blue light, and a visible fluctuation appeared between him and Captain Bark.

Boom!

This time the roaring was not only in Captain Bark’s brain, his body also showed a distinct backward motion, especially his head; the angle of its backward tilt was shocking, accompanied by the clear sound of bones cracking, as blood gushed from his orifices, a chilling sight to behold.

This situation looked very much like Captain Bark had been struck by a bullet in the head.

More precisely, he had indeed been hit by a bullet, only it was invisible.

Highly concentrated Psychic Energy will manifest physical effects.

Immediately after, Captain Bark spun and fell to the ground—he had completely lost consciousness.

"What happened?" When Captain Bark woke up again, he found himself lying on the ground, still feeling bursts of piercing pain in his brain, as if something foreign had been stuffed inside, occasionally causing pain. Although it wasn’t unbearably painful, it seriously distracted his attention.

Gaven, who was checking his body, let out a long sigh of relief and said, "You just fainted, for eleven counts, and suffered a moderate contusion in your neck and spine. I’ve set it right for you; how do you feel now?"

"My head hurts, it keeps throbbing, and it’s a bit hard to concentrate." Captain Bark answered truthfully.

"As expected," Gaven said, looking as if everything was under control, not out of pretense but because he shared a close connection with his Psychic Ability—even when it was beyond his conscious control.

There was a distinct shadow in Captain Bark’s brain, bullet-shaped.

Without a doubt, it was the Psychic Bullet Gaven had just fired.

Because he wove it too solidly, the power was not released in a flash but in strands, a continuous release of energy, which could be considered sustained damage.

"Are you able to try flying now?" Gaven asked again, not at all concerned about having just pulled Bark back from the brink of death.

"I’ll try." Bark vibrated his wings, and managed to fly, but that was after trying three times, and his movements were occasionally distorted.

As he flew, it was noticeably less smooth than usual.

To the untrained eye, Bark’s flight might seem like an involuntary shiver, but to a close-combat expert like Gaven, it was a serious lapse that could be exploited for a fatal attack.

This Psychic Bullet was even more potent than Gaven had anticipated, certainly worthy of two Psychic Power Points.

As Captain Bark slowly landed, he exhaled deeply and said, "If the Leader hadn’t said anything, I would never be able to treat what you have now and what you had before as the same kind of attack, It’s impossible to compare the power, If our two squads could use this skill at the same time, we believe that the end of the Bird Demons would come."

At this moment, Bark had completely lost the arrogance he had when they first met; what remained was deep respect.

If they were enemies, he would be dead, powerless under that attack.

"Keep training," Gaven waved his hand and turned back to his hut, not to show off, but because he genuinely had come up with even better ideas.

The near ten counts of unconsciousness would be fatal to most creatures.

Because he would take full advantage of those ten counts, unless it was a Transcendent being with more than ten Life Dice, no creature could withstand a full combination of Gaven’s assaults.

With this in mind, the significance of the continuous attacks following the Psychic Bullets would become very minimal.

Therefore, Gaven prepared to adjust the structure of the Psychic Bullet, injecting it with a highly compressed, unstable psychic energy. When the strength of the Psychic Bullet waned, it would suddenly erupt, creating a secondary impact.

At that time, it would be fatal for those who were already critically wounded and might even grant Gaven a chance for a second attack.

As for Captain Bark, the moment he heard it could be improved, his eyes almost glazed over, and the next second, his body shivered involuntarily.

This was not the continuous damage from the soul bullets, but rather he envisioned a possibility.

Was Gaven not going to use him as a target to test his skills anymore?

This time, he could not agree to it, no matter what.

He feared that a single mistake could cost him his life.

Luckily, his concerns did not become a reality. This time, Gaven had a clear understanding in his heart and operated with ease. The only unclear factor was the strength of the secondary impact.

However, its importance was not so high anymore; he just waited to observe and explore it in actual combat.

Gaven’s next task was to convert his daily Spiritual Energy points into Psychic Bullet Psychic Stones, five a day, saving up for thirty days, to have one hundred and fifty. That would be mostly sufficient.

Bang!

Gos flung open the door to Gaven’s stone hut and burst in.

Having stepped completely inside, Gos seemed to remember something and turned to walk back out.

Gaven, seemingly knowing what he was about to do, said resignedly, "You’re already in, so don’t bother with the formalities. Just be mindful next time."

"Sorry, it’s a habit, a habit," although Gos did not understand what "formalities" meant, he knew to be mindful next time. He turned around while apologizing.

"What’s the matter, why so urgent?"

"Leader, I’ve just discovered something that I think you need to be informed about," Gos replied hurriedly, "The Goblins at the Spirit Crystal Mine have just bought food, but this time, not only did they not buy more, they bought one cart less."

Gaven immediately stood up, his expression somewhat serious, and nodded at Gos, "Very good, your news is extremely important. This is a great merit for you, and I’ll take note of it. I’ll reward you for your service afterwards."

A hint of excitement flashed across Gos’s face, "Leader, your recognition is the best reward. Is it that the group of Goblins has started to slack off and not work properly?"

"I’m afraid it’s not that simple," Gaven shook his head, "If it were just that, it wouldn’t be a problem. We could have Hou scare them into working harder. But I’m worried there is someone behind the scenes trying to disrupt us. Go get Captain Bark, never mind, I’ll go to him personally." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

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Andy, who had just completed a trade with the Blackwell Tribe, was not in his usual good spirits as he rode on Zuo Lang’s back. He looked around nervously from time to time, as if worried someone was following him.

"Relax, there’s no Gnoll stench behind you. I can smell them from hundreds of meters away," the one speaking was none other than Zuo Lang, the Zuo Wolf that Andy was riding. The intelligent gleam in its eyes was even above most Goblins.

"If we do this, won’t we offend Blackwell?" Andy said, somewhat uneasily.

"Hmph," Zuo Lang snorted disdainfully, "If you don’t do this, you and your tribe will mine for Blackwell forever, even if you have many Goblins. This is the perfect opportunity to break free from them."

"But... the human Leader of the Blackwell Tribe is really terrifying. That horrible Half-Ogre was merely glanced at by him and could do nothing but kneel and beg for mercy," Andy seemed to recall a terrifying scene, and his green skin turned a shade paler.