In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Lu Mingfei deactivated his skill, rubbed his head, and squatted down to the side.

Although there was already an experience of fusion, that fusion was completely different from this one:

When the knight's memories entered Lu Mingfei's mind, there wasn't anything particularly difficult to understand. His world was very simple: only battle, only the battlefield—

Besides horsemanship, there's spearmanship, and both are relatively easy to learn. For Lu Mingfei, even without activating the spark, he could learn them in a few tens of minutes if he studied them diligently.

After all, riding skills aren't something that experts have three or five extra hands to maintain balance compared to novices. The basics are the same; what really sets people apart is the difference in how they apply them.

But the orcs' memories are completely different:

The things that need to be considered during war, and even the knowledge that needs to be learned or understood, are on a completely different level from those of a knight.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't activated the Spark to accelerate his learning, it would probably have taken him eight or nine years to get the hang of it.

Even if maintaining the synchronization required for fusion doesn't actually require him to reach the knowledge level of an orc, he would still need to study for three to five months.

In this field, to exaggerate a bit, experts can really think three to five more times than novices.

A rough, large hand pulled Lu Mingfei up and threw him onto the bed. The orc with protruding fangs and a fierce appearance forced a smile and gently—well, perhaps gently to him, but probably quite roughly to a human—rubbed Lu Mingfei's head.

"Boss, don't just open your mind to other people." The orc's voice was gruff, and to outsiders, this would probably be a warning—but Lu Mingfei could sense that this Orc was actually giving him advice:

"In our Extreme Tribe, every year there are crazy kids who try to make their leaders understand what they're thinking—but without exception, those clumsy leaders often end up messing up the crazy kids' brains for various reasons..."

"I know, but this is actually different from what you're talking about." Lu Mingfei sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing for Istar to sit down. "If everything goes smoothly, I should be able to acquire some of your physical attributes, and then your skills—"

"But I didn't expect that before I even reached the point of acquiring 'skills,' that ordinary knowledge would reach my limit of comprehension..."

Ansite smiled, nodded slightly, and looked at Lu Mingfei.

Judging from his calm and collected demeanor as he awaited orders, he was a completely different race from the noisy, chaotic, and sometimes even frenzied other greenskins that Lu Mingfei had just seen in his "memory."

"...Anyway, is there anything you want to do?" Lu Mingfei clapped his hands, stopping his meaningless thoughts. "What would help you become stronger, or do you have any ideas about your future—"

"Here, well, there's no war for the time being, so we can continue to develop peacefully for a long time."

Istad grinned, revealing a gaping maw that, beneath its green skin, was a blood-red mucous membrane: "Boss, give me a piece of land."

"If we greens want to fight, we first need a good enough base—a garbage dump and enemies, nothing else."

Garbage mountain? Enemy?

These two requests are somewhat difficult...

Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment, "I can give you a piece of land, but these two conditions are a bit difficult to meet. I can't find the garbage mountain, but I can still find the enemy..."

He then introduced the Mirror of Eternity to Anstat, whose eyes lit up as he listened, and he stepped into the ever-swirling vortex without hesitation.

……

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, waiting for the dizzying sensation of his soul projection returning. Then he opened his eyes again, and there was his computer desk in front of him.

Well, it's not that Lu Mingfei forgot he had a Legion-type magic card, it's just that he didn't want to waste any more time on these things.

Communicating with people isn't always an easy or pleasant experience. Even though these magical spirits might accommodate him to some extent and try their best to align their words and actions with his, there's still a significant gap in their understanding of each other.

—This refers to the fact that Lu Mingfei often cannot understand what the other party is trying to express.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei simply postponed the summoning time of the [Ironwing Fire Dragon], since he didn't need to summon it in a hurry right now.

"Let's wait until we're refining the venue cards before studying them... What's going on this week? There are still three days left of the National Day holiday, and a performance too..."

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself as he turned on his computer.

Today is Sunday, a holiday, a perfect time to relax—and for him, the simplest way to relax is undoubtedly:

"I need to start ranked matches right now!"

He hadn't played StarCraft in a long time, and now he had to play a game to satisfy his craving.

Race randomized, start ranking. As one of the most popular RTS games in the world at the time, even though Lu Mingfei's ranked score was over 4,000, the time required to queue for a game was actually not long.

Random matchup - Mingming, against Human - Lao Tang!

He mentally imitated Professor Liz's voice, then perked up and randomly clicked the mouse across the screen.

—Although Lu Mingfei is indeed quite skilled in this game, this action did not actually have any additional purpose.

He was just warming up, letting his nerves, which hadn't touched a mouse in a long time, gradually adjust to his usual APM (actions per minute).

The randomly assigned race was the Protoss, considered a powerful race in the current environment. Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up; he suddenly thought of a very good process—

"hey-hey."

He chuckled maliciously and dragged a farmer to scout the main base on the opposite side.

……

Old Tang dragged out the peasants and drove the Protoss scouts who came to investigate out of the base.

Because it's so early in the game, his barracks aren't finished yet, so he has no spearmen to use. Delaying the peasants means he'll inevitably suffer from developmental disadvantages, especially at this point in time...

So Lao Tang immediately pointed out the farmer, preparing to open the second one—

"Um?"

Old Tang's expression immediately turned horrified: the Protoss scouts opposite him, leading his peasants, had circled around and reached his mining area—

Then this Tanji actually opened the gas mine cover on his gas mine!

"What kind of strategy is this?" Old Tang looked troubled, but at this point, the gas field definitely had to be opened, otherwise the gap between them would only widen.

Old Tang made a decisive move, dragging out SCVs to surround the Protoss gas derrick, preparing to dismantle it by force—but after a couple of attempts, a flash of light appeared, and the cover actually came off!

"A master indeed..." Old Tang immediately adjusted his sitting posture.

We have to play this game well, or we might lose.