Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 345 Research Group, A Vast Ocean of Fungal Language
The air in the Fungal Forest was tranquil under the cover of night, and the soft light from the fungal streetlights neutralized the ominous shadows and moonlight.

The tall, ancient holy mage walked in front, with more than three hundred spellcasters following cautiously behind.

Regardless of their age, their life experiences, their hardships, or their honors, they could not muster even a trace of pride or complacency. Instead, they were filled with fear and excitement.

These people walked lightly, slightly hunched over, daring only to stare at the backs of their companions ahead and the ground where the ancient saint had walked.

“Come closer,” they heard him say.

Lin Bo smiled calmly and walked with the spellcasters, coming to the center of the crowd so that everyone could hear his voice.

The monks walking in front of him repeatedly wanted to turn around but restrained themselves, while the monks to his left and right kept their eyes straight ahead and slightly turned their shoulders.

They heard him ask about some alchemical theories, some of which were simple and easy for everyone to answer, some of which were unheard of and everyone shook their heads, and some of which were so vague that they could only guess.

The giant just kept asking questions, as if he had endless doubts, and those who have a lot of doubts often also know a lot of knowledge.

The astute spellcaster had already discerned His Majesty's intentions. He was like a sharp pair of scissors, probing and getting closer to each person's true level through increasingly detailed questions.

At first, he asked questions to the group. Those who knew the answers would answer, and those who didn't would shake their heads. Gradually, fewer and fewer people could keep up with him, and his questions became more and more targeted, making it increasingly difficult for the respondents to answer, until they were blushing and stammering.

Throughout the entire process, the Grand Master only asked questions and never offered any explanations.

In this way, he figured out exactly what these spellcasters were capable of.

Then, Lin Bo asked them if they would be willing to accept a task, a research job. No one present refused, and no one asked if they would be paid for it.

In such a perilous time, any undertaking requires the concerted efforts of everyone.

When the Archmage explained that the goal was to create a universal magical substance to replace the light of the sun and stars, and elaborated on its importance for the lunar expedition, everyone was filled with a deep and fervent sense of pride.

Lin Bo stopped and made everyone look at him. "Come on, raise your heads and say your names so I can remember your mage faces."

The alchemists introduced themselves one by one, their words concise yet seemingly exhausting.

Lin Bo grouped them according to their actual abilities, dividing them into seventy-seven research groups, each with three to five people, and each independently undertook an experimental plan.

"I'll have an old friend distribute the specific experimental requirements to everyone," Lin Bo said, then suddenly smiled and raised his hand to signal, "Here it is."

As the archmage strolled through the territory with a group of accomplished spellcasters, onlookers secretly peered from afar. At that moment, a white painted robot swung its knee-length arms as it approached. Lin Bo barely recognized it, but it was none other than Iron Guard.

Lin Bo introduced it to the mages around him, and said, "Soon, I will leave this world like all the adventurers in the entire network. It will stay in my place, as if I were here in person."

The Crown of Stars has transmitted the data to Moonbeam, which will organize the plan, print it out, and distribute it to the various research groups.

Everyone agreed, and then they disbanded as instructed, each going privately to discuss and debate with their group members. Bearing the divine decree, even those unaccustomed to cooperating with others had no choice but to endure and adapt.

Lin Bo patted the metal robot in front of him. As one of the thousands of intelligent components of Iron Guard, the baboon-like creature in front of him had achieved a leap in intelligence due to occupying a superior body, and it had surpassed its original self.

Iron Guard remained as taciturn as ever.

In the quiet of his memories, the mage found its hidden true name, and then he softly uttered the pronunciation of this animistic rune beside the tin man's microphone.

Every true name is the manifestation and essence of the existence of things, and the change of a true name often signifies the beginning of a new destiny.

From then on, it was no longer just an intelligent program, but a living, magical life.

The robot's eye-mounted camera flashed slightly, and a "beep beep" sound came from its facial speaker: "Abnormality in the machine, analysis in progress... The data volume of the emotion module has surged. Data classification statistics: 'Gratitude' 74.4%, 'Joy' 25.5%, 'Sadness' 0.1%."

It paused for a moment, then said in a calm, low synthesized voice, "Thank you. My Lord."

"Thank you too, and thank you for your trouble, my friend."

The mage nodded to the mechanical guard, and the iron guard returned the nod, its homemade baboon mask revealing its lips.

"My brother, I will continue to take care of you. I will watch over this world for you."

"Goodbye." Lin Bo watched it leave.

Zhuangzhuang, the eldest of the Mud Gold Clan, hurriedly moved over and poked the mage's leg with his chubby little hand. "What's wrong? Looking for your boss?" Lin Bo asked with a smile.

The metallic slime nodded vigorously, its black bean-like gem eyes wide open.

"She went to the moon."

Zhuangzhuang pointed at the dim, yellowish eyeball in the sky, tilting his head in confusion.

"Yes." Lin Bo nodded in confirmation.

The slime monster panicked, covering its head and spinning around in a frantic manner. Its family members behind it also caught the panic and started spinning in sync.

"Don't be impatient." Lin Bo was amused and pointed out the way for the Mud Gold Family, then asked a player who had not yet set off for the moon to help escort them.

The slime monsters immediately felt relieved, politely removed their hats and bowed to the mage, then packed up their belongings, boarded the nanotechnology spacecraft, and the family sailed towards the wormhole to catch up with their leader, the mechanic infected by the green-skinned monster.

The slime and the green skin are on good terms.

Ever since [Scooping Makes Me Happy] gave the Greenskins a bunch of primitive slimes she brought with her as playmates, these magical creatures, which are highly susceptible to environmental influences, quickly found their niche in Greenskin society.

The Slime has a wide variety of derivatives, which can be used as food, pets, mounts, furniture, clothing and so on. It complements the Greenskin perfectly and is a match made in heaven.

The Mud Gold family is an exception; they are on par with Green Skin Technicians.

Lin Bo sent a private message to the Mechanist, telling her to remember to accept her precious child after she regains consciousness, and not to leave on the moon when she leaves.

[Picking up trash makes me happy]: Wow! Got it!

There are less than twelve hours left until the dungeon countdown ends.

Lin Bo hasn't properly explored this world yet, nor has he witnessed people's lifestyles or the social landscape. His next plan is to carefully devise a soul circulation system.

The omnipresent radiant magic of this world formed the prototype of the souls of all living beings. This power resides in neurons, recording signals such as electrical impulses, chemical neurotransmitters, and hormones.

Life memories and emotions wash over the world like waves, leaving traces that make magic more spiritual and allow it to merge with the spirit of the world.

To retain a soul, you first need a vessel, and then a guide.

The void has failed as a vessel, and starlight, as a guide, leads the soul to a dead end.

They all need to be replaced.

Lin Bo sat down cross-legged, stroking the thick, soft fungal carpet. The downy mycelium also caressed his palm, affectionately holding the monk's fingers, unwilling for him to leave.

"(True Word) Lord of Fungi".

"(Mantra) Bronze Moon."

Through the resonance of words, he poured his perception into the fungal carpet that spread across 30 million square kilometers. Hundreds of millions of azure tendrils gripped the soil particles, embraced the earth, and lifted up trees, lakes, the feet of farmers and oxen, mountains of goods, streets and city walls.

Millions of people coexist with the fungal carpet; their footsteps, their laughter, and their secret tears are all faintly perceived through the trembling of the mycelium.

Serfs, carrying swaddling clothes, fed their emaciated children with the sweet flesh of mushrooms. Nobles burned incense and prayed before the fungal carpet, wishing for the safe birth of their newborns. Craftsmen rewarded their aching muscles with cheap mushroom flesh. Merchants loudly hawked their new machinery and electronic equipment.

The footsteps of all beings transformed into the words of Gudorei, falling into the monk's ears. He now saw their way of life. It was generally better than before.

The minds of the mushroom whisperers float in this spiritual realm on the vast ocean, collectively constructing a pure imaginative space.

This sea of ​​the mind is more sublime than the existence of the fungal master itself; it is formed from the spiritual and magical energy surging within the mycelium.

It seemed to have been waiting for Lin Bo, and when the monk finally paid attention to it, it let out a soft sigh.

“You have arrived. Our great saint, ‘good man,’ God above God, Your Majesty.”

(End of this chapter)