Who told him to make the cards!

"Is this the price one has to pay for being a genius?"

Chen Zhi didn't believe in this superstition.

He tried a different approach.

Bend down and try to pick up the thin pages.

The paper he gripped with his five fingers began to wrinkle, and at the same time, a sharp pain, as if someone were reaching into his brain and stirring his brain, struck him.

Chen Zhi immediately slumped back to the ground, clutching his head, his face contorted in pain, and covered in sweat.

It took a long time for him to recover.

"...I should have been gentler."

This thin page is a fictional manifestation of the mind, directly connected to his brain, and any contact with it will directly affect him.

More importantly, through his recent attempt, Chen Zhi discovered that he couldn't grasp the paper.

At most, you can get some wrinkles from it, but you can't lift it up; it's as heavy as a mountain.

How can this be done?

If his field of vision is truly infinite, it means the weight of the paper is also infinite, so how could he possibly fold it?

Don't tell him that he'll only ever be at the second level; he might as well go back to the mining area and become a mine boss.

"I do not believe."

There must be a way.

Chen Zhi stared at the paper, scratching his head in frustration.

He was even considering going to Guanyu to find Old Man Meng.

Old Man Meng is the Imperial Advisor and the Dean of the Qing Palace Academy. He's knowledgeable and experienced; he should be able to come up with a solution...

"and many more!"

Chen Zhi suddenly realized that Guanyu was a mental space.

The most distinctive feature of the mental space is that, within the bounds of the rules, you can have whatever you want.

The birth and death of all things can be determined in a single thought.

This is his own mental space, and he is the one who makes the rules.

So, can he directly fold things with his mind?

Chen Zhi closed his eyes and silently recited in his mind:

"fold."

Three seconds passed.

Nothing happened.

Failed.

"wrong."

"This is not just my mental space."

After thinking for a while, Chen Zhi quickly realized that this space was not entirely created by himself, but was mostly helped by instruments.

In other words, he may also need to follow the rules of the instrument.

The instrument was designed to train his mental strength, so it was impossible for him to use such a cheating method to fold the thin pages.

"So……"

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

Chen Zhi tried another approach, attempting to create "himself".

next second.

A figure who looked exactly like him and was incredibly handsome appeared out of nowhere beside him.

"feasible!"

Chen Zhi stood up abruptly, his spirits lifted.

He saw hope.

Where there is hope, there is fighting spirit.

An infinitely large sheet of paper has an infinitely large weight, so it can create countless versions of itself.

Use magic to defeat magic!

"Keep dividing it up!"

"Unlimited points!"

"This piece of paper is divided into as many people as it is large, including the dark parts that I cannot see!"

As soon as this thought arose, the entire mental space began to tremble.

The initially created clones split into two, then four, then eight... and soon they became densely packed, covering every place Chen Zhi could see and thought of.

Chen Zhi knew that he was going to be in a lot of pain.

But it's okay.

This is the path that every genius must take.

Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon this person, is that not a joyous occasion!

"Everyone, fold it!"

……

Chapter 51 Third Tier

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

As countless Chen Zhi obeyed the order and grabbed at the pages of the mental scroll, the only true Chen Zhi in the entire scene let out a scream that was not human.

He could withstand one hand stirring the brains, but with countless hands, even biting his lip couldn't stop the sounds from coming out of his throat.

Chen Zhi was in so much pain he was practically rolling on the ground in agony.

He was really... never in such a sorry state even when there was a collapse in the mine before.

Even so, Chen Zhi still remembered one thing:

"I have countless clones."

"Furthermore, I am a time traveler, and my clone can fly!"

Even if he faints from the pain today, he has to get through this!

then.

The thin pages beneath my feet moved.

The unity of all people, which evolved from one person, truly grasped the infinitely thin page.

Countless Chen Zhi grabbed the paper, crumpling the thin pages, and flew into the sky, carrying the pages in the same direction.

The enormous, boundless sheet of paper began to curl, like an ancient book engraved with the heavens and the earth, finally unveiling its curtain and turning its first page in shadow.

It was so big that Chen Zhi had nowhere to hide and could only watch helplessly as the thin page pressed down.

Fortunately, the thin pages are quite brittle.

Instead of flattening him, his pointed head poked a small hole in him.

Another wave of excruciating pain.

But compared to the "many hands through the brain" challenge we just faced, this was undoubtedly much easier.

Chen Zhi only cried out once before carrying it over.

However, this is not over.

Because Chen Zhi saw the prompt given by the instrument:

【10% off, Tier 2】

There's also a button in the bottom right corner to go to the next stage.

At this point, Chen Zhi's mental strength truly reached the second level.

Previously, when creating Tier 2 cards, I relied entirely on my talent to withstand the challenges.

Chen Zhi now understood the principle behind the increase in mental strength.

It involves repeatedly folding the original thin pages, and with each additional fold, the thickness increases exponentially.

To reach the third rank, it requires two folds in total.

The fourth order is 4.

Fifth order, 8th degree.