Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Gu Canglan rushed to the control panel, grabbed the array diagram, and placed it on the table.

The single-piece magnifying glass was shoved directly at it.

A smooth cut surface.

Perfect depth.

Even the subtle, almost imperceptible pauses when raising and lowering the blade are handled with textbook precision.

"0.5 millimeters..."

Gu Canglan muttered to himself, "No, the error is no more than 0.01 millimeters..."

He suddenly raised his head, his gray-brown eyes fixed on Lin Bai.

"Have you studied this before?"

"No." Lin Bai shook his head, his eyes clear. "But I just saw Miss Shen carve it once."

"You learned it after only watching it once?" Gu Canglan's voice rose eight octaves.

"One time is enough."

Lin Bai shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact, even with a hint of doubt:

"Is this thing difficult? As long as you memorize the route, isn't it enough to just follow your brain with your hands?"

As long as you remember the route.

Hands following the brain?

puff--!

Gu Canglan felt as if his heart had been stabbed, a critical hit of 999+.

Listen to this, is this even human language?

For an ordinary alchemy apprentice, it takes thousands upon thousands of repetitions on scrap metal to get their hands to "keep up" with their brain.

Etch every turning point into muscle memory, practice until your fingers cramp, practice until you feel like vomiting, until it becomes instinctive.

Learn a new alchemy technique.

Even for a genius, the "array diagram inscription" step alone takes at least three months to complete.

It's common for slightly more complex array diagrams to take several years to develop.

And this young man... took less than two minutes.

Is this what they mean by "I didn't even exert any force, so how did you fall down?"

"How did you do that?"

Gu Canglan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said in a serious tone:

"Tell me the truth, how did you do it?"

Lin Bai smiled.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers moving rapidly and rhythmically in the air, as if he were playing an invisible piano piece.

"Mr. Gu, I am a superhuman."

"You know that."

Lin Bai said, half-jokingly, in a calm tone, "My sequence is rather special. One of its abilities is that it allows me to have absolute control over every muscle in my body for a short period of time."

"If it's just imitation, then for me..."

Lin Bai paused, his eyes revealing a strong sense of confidence: "It has never been a difficult point."

Upon hearing this, Gu Canglan froze on the spot.

A few seconds later, an almost fanatical excitement appeared on his face.

Absolute control over the body!

This is simply... this is simply a god-level talent born for alchemy!

God is feeding us!

What is the biggest challenge in performing alchemy?

It's about constructing a magic array!

It is the kind of tedious, cumbersome, and extremely low-tolerance-for-error array drawing.

Even Gu Canglan himself needs to adjust his state in advance when drawing high-level array diagrams, and even take sedatives to ensure the stability of his hands.

But this kid in front of me...

He doesn't need to practice at all!

As long as you give him the blueprints and let him see them once, he can produce perfect array diagrams like a tireless copy machine!

What does this mean?

This means he can skip the most time-consuming and discouraging "learning period" for alchemists and go directly into the "application period"!

Gu Canglan's gaze towards Lin Bai changed.

That look in his eyes was like seeing a piece of uncut jade.

"If... you could control your spirit as you control your body!"

"Then you truly are a born alchemist!"

He was somewhat impatient.

"Come on... let's try spiritual control next!"

......

A week later.

An underground alchemy workshop.

Lin Bai sat in front of the obsidian workbench, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the surface.

There were piles of scrap metal plates around me, some charred black, others still emitting wisps of smoke.

"The 732nd time."

Lin Bai silently recited the mantra in his mind, his fingertips moving with terrifying steadiness as he picked up a small pinch of shimmering silver powder.

[Mithril Fragments].

What alchemists see as "consumable materials" is what ordinary people see as "seaside villas".

Just a tiny clump, about the size of a fingernail.

It's enough for a family of three in the outer city to enjoy a luxurious meal for ten days.

call--

Lin Bai held his breath and evenly sprinkled the mithril powder into the grooves of the magic array plate.

The powder fell perfectly, without a single extra grain.

Even people with OCD would exclaim "That feels so good!" after seeing this.

The most crucial step is coming.

Infuse it with spirituality.

The spirituality of an ordinary alchemist is like that of a docile sheep, making one afraid to go east or west.

However, Lin Bai's spirituality stems from the [Trickster] potion, and his essence is cunning and unpredictable.

They were a herd of wild horses that had broken free of their reins.

Fortunately, even a wild horse is much better than the wild spirit of other superhumans, whose spirituality is so violent that it is almost impossible to control.

"You better behave yourself!"

Lin Bai gritted his teeth, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"The spiritual infusion here has increased by 10%... This turning point requires leaving a spiritual gap..."

"Too much! Damn it, it's going to overflow..."

At the very last moment when the spirit was about to complete the entire circuit diagram.

My spirituality is slightly out of control.

The total amount was 30% higher than the estimated value.

If things get out of control, this board, along with the mithril powder on it, will instantly turn into a pile of junk.

Just a little bit more, hang in there!

In a flash, Lin Bai forcibly controlled his spirituality.

It instantly cut off one-third of the spiritual output and violently directed the excess energy towards the edge of the array.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

The metal plate emitted a piercing sound.

On a high stool in the distance, Shen Shu suddenly closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, his expression as if he were watching his own house being set on fire.

"Don't blow it up...don't blow it up...please..."

She covered her ears with both hands, muttering to herself, her voice trembling with tears:

"That's all my dowry money..."

one second.

two seconds.

The expected explosion did not occur.

Instead, a clear and melodious buzzing sound, like heavenly music, filled the air.

Om-!

A soft and steady white light slowly rose from the palm-sized metal plate, illuminating Lin Bai's sweat-covered face.

Illumination range: five meters.

Constant brightness, no flicker.

Lin Bai pressed his finger on the center of the array diagram, feeling the perfect loop.

Spirituality flows through the metal's texture, transforming mithril fragments into pure light energy.

At this moment, there were no eerie whispers, no madness at the cost.

Only pure logic and constant rules.

Is this... the taste of truth?

Really fragrant.

"Mr. Gu..."

Lin Bai turned his head, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his voice hoarse yet filled with fervor:

"I did it!"

This week has been absolutely unbearable.

Asking a superhuman accustomed to bold, sweeping strokes to do micro-sculpting is like asking Zhang Fei to embroider.

More than 700 failures, each one a double torture of willpower and wallet.

But he did it.

According to Gu Canglan, as long as the first magic circle is lit up, it's considered to have obtained the admission ticket.

The ability to manipulate the spiritual will continuously improve with each alchemical practice.

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