Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 305 (Chapter 304): Strain Advancement, Mage's Preaching

The soft mycelium, like a puppy's ruffled fur, clung to the monk's palm. The oscillation of the liquid inside the mycelium was like a heartbeat, and the mushrooms murmured, telling of their affectionate longing for their feeder.

Lin Bo withdrew his hand from the stroking area, stood up, walked through the fungal carpet, passed by the seagulls that seemed to be enjoying a relaxing soak in a hot spring, and arrived at the sea anemone culture pool at the back of the grotto.

The mechanical guards controlled by Iron Guard diligently retrieved the magical mushrooms floating on the water's surface, placed these blue-glowing, cap-shaped mushrooms in plastic baskets, and sent them to a pressing machine to extract pure mushroom oil, which was then stored in sterilized iron cans for the sorcerers to use at any time.

Lin Bo's thoughts drifted far away. While he was busy cultivating new strains of bacteria, he was also thinking about the future of the people.

The mycelium version of brain-computer interface deserves to be popularized, starting with the Tower Keeper's Order in Stone Tower Town, and gradually promoted to the entire Sail Islands, and even the whole world.

At that time, every user who receives a brain-computer interface will be inseparable from magical energy substances and will need to take mushroom oil year-round to recharge the mycelium.

The ocean floor aquaculture farms on the mid-ocean ridge have a large output, but they cannot meet the needs of hundreds of millions of people. It is necessary to crack the alchemical reaction process of ocean magic and carry out large-scale industrial production in order to support a glorious era of miracles.

There are many things to do, but Lin Bo no longer feels that there is not enough time.

Eternal life makes time his ally, and the supercomputing ability of the spirit god extends every minute and second many times over. In a 24-hour day, he can think about, learn, and solve problems hundreds or thousands of times more than usual.

The mage carried a bucket of mushroom oil back to the fungal carpet and sprinkled the clear, deep blue liquid into the nutrient soil. The hundreds of billions of tiny mycelia that were densely packed in the soil absorbed the moisture and magical energy, and the fungal carpet was like a piece of plain white cloth that had been dyed indigo blue.

The birds, who were enjoying the nutrient transfer and thought sensing, were suddenly startled by the abundant magical energy transmitted by the mycelium clusters. They opened their eyes and cried out in surprise. At first, they were a little flustered, but they quickly calmed down and made comfortable cooing noises.

Magic is a miraculous power. All kinds of magic possess narrow and one-sided omnipotent attributes. It is attracted by thought and can be driven by will. They are all dragons and possess sublime power.

The original fungus was happily absorbing magical energy. It wanted to create some more delicious mushrooms to feed its feeder, but Lin Bo interrupted it in time and gave his requirements.

He wanted the omnipotent bacteria to condense magical energy into neurons.

These illusory neurons are the main reason why soft, lumpy clumps of matter like slimes, sludge monsters, and fururu can think and move.

Magic energy can inherently carry thoughts and transmit information; shaping it into neurons will further enhance this effect.

Lin Bo told the Fungal Creep the true name of the Ocean Magic Energy. They heard the pronunciation and thus understood the meaning and the written form.

The blue-tinged mycelium, like white crystals immersed in seawater, began to writhe and spontaneously sculpt into the shape of dragon runes. Intricate, graceful, and magnificent true name characters appeared in every corner of the mycelial carpet, like exquisite and expensive embroidery patterns.

The omnipotent bacteria does not possess the power of words, so it cannot cast spells like Lin Bo. However, true names inherently possess power and can awaken the essential existence of the corresponding thing.

The hyphae were repeatedly twisted and broken due to the corrosive power of the runes and the static electricity they were subjected to.

But the mushrooms continued to advance, constantly reshaping their mycelial shapes, altering their hyphal structure, and deploying all their stored genes to resist erosion.

Lin Bo waited patiently, and he heard words from the animistic language gradually appearing in the ancient Dorei murmurs emitted by the mycelium.

One minute, a quarter of an hour, half an hour. The increasing number of words in the animistic language proves that the essence of the original microorganisms is ascending towards magical phenomena.

The silent mage, like an empty container, receives the voices of the mycelium, transforming their words into images that sink into the pool of magical power.

Lin Bo saw a true name rune reassembling in the pool.

With a little deduction, the mage knew what form the rune would ultimately take: a polymorphic word, the exclusive true name of the evolved original fungus species, representing their future a few hours from now. Therefore, Lin Bo spoke up, revealing the name in advance.

"(Magic language) [Master of Fungi]."

As he uttered the word, the primary fungal strain suddenly sprang to life like a startled cat, its hyphae standing upright.

"Master Mushroom!" the mushrooms exclaimed loudly. "It's us! We are the Master Mushroom!"

Thus, the original fungal strain transformed into a magical creature. The azure magical energy no longer merely flowed in the cellular fluid, but permeated every corner of the cellular structure, was engraved in the gene pool, and became the carrier of the mushrooms' consciousness.

The little seagull cautiously approached, nestled into the monk's arms, rubbed its head against his chest, and squawked, "[Master] That sounds nice, the seagull wants some too!"

Lin Bo smiled and then gave the little seagull a real name, an ancient Dorreal rune.

"(Magic language) [King]."

The little seagull returned to its flock, strutting proudly. The flock responded with a cry of submission, shouting in their bird language, "King!"

The little guy was so happy that he stood upright with his beak pointing to the sky and his wings on his hips.

Lin Bo asked the mushrooms to create neurons, and they quickly achieved results.

The Bacterium Master created new magical mycelium, which had no biological cellular structure but was purely energy-based. It was as wondrous and beautiful as luminous air or solidified lightning, shimmering slightly and blooming in large clusters, like a brilliant coral reef at noon.

These mycelia possess the functions of nerve cells, enabling them to transmit information efficiently, but their drawback is that they quickly evaporate and dissipate after being harvested. Their form depends on the mushroom's mental activity; once separated from the conscious entity, they revert to chaos and disorder.

"It's scattered, it's scattered!" The mushrooms frantically tried to retrieve the magical neurons with their mycelium, but it was like trying to scoop paint out of water; the more they stirred, the more scattered they became.

Lin Bo had anticipated this.

He himself prevented the magic energy from dissipating through binding spells, but Mushroom was not an enchanter, so he had to find another way.

“(Magic language) Don’t be impatient.” The Night Watchman gently comforted the restless Fungus Lord, stroking the large creature’s fur. “(Magic language) Let’s learn magic first.”

"Okay, okay... It's so nice to talk to the feeder..." The collective consciousness of the fungus master was as noisy as ten thousand children, but fortunately they were all obedient.

Magical creatures are similar to warlocks, or rather, warlocks are also a type of magical creature. How Lin Bo teaches the Lighthouse Apprentices is the same way he teaches the Fungus Master.

He reached out and traced power runes on the fungal carpet, explaining each word, demonstrating the technique, and then letting the fungal master try to replicate it.

The Grand Master's teaching was meticulous and patient. Even though the Master was a clumsy student, he was able to get the hang of it after hundreds of careful lessons.

The night watchman sat cross-legged in the dark blue mushroom garden, chatting, casting spells, and writing, while the myriad mycelia on the ground swayed like a field swept by the wind.

A large flock of seagulls gradually gathered around him, and several idle mechanical guards, whether they understood or not, listened with great interest and remained silent. Outside the cave, the waves crashed against the reefs, the starlight and frost reflecting a cold, clear light, while the Tower Dragon gently suppressed the clamor of the tide.

(End of this chapter)