I am Jinshan Youxia

A bit of writer's block

As the title suggests, I've been sitting here for over an hour, looking at the outline, but I still can't figure out how to write it...

That's all for today. I owe you two chapters, but I'll definitely make up for it within this month.

The reason for my writer's block is simple. Theoretically, I should finish it quickly. After all, this volume should be finished by now. I've written quite a bit, and I've written most of the interesting ideas. What's left is just a few well-known ghost stories to appear and end. But I wrote about human colonization of alien planets and encounters with aliens, which is quite interesting. I also felt that it would take too long to write about alien contact, so I hesitated. If I write about alien contact, I would have to revise the outline for the next part. Otherwise, it would definitely drag on for a very long time.

I'm stuck now. I need to think carefully about what to do next.

Chapter 342 The Harmless Outcasts

"Controlling humans like humans control puppets, turning people into puppets through long-term manipulation, is interesting."

Zhang Chengyi looked at the puppet in front of him with a strange expression, which kept trying to distort his non-existent mind, and reached out to fiddle with it with great interest.

The puppeteer, Jiang Pierre, remained expressionless as he clenched his fist and struck at the large, unruly hand.

Unfortunately, it couldn't even dent the skin on Zhang Chengyi's hand, so its strength was really weak.

This thing is interesting; perhaps it can be used.

As the carrier of the out-of-control rule [Puppet], the puppet Jiang Pierre is very fragile. Ordinary people can smash it with their bare hands. It is just a puppet that is not much different from an ordinary puppet.

Its strength lies in the fact that it is a special-attack type of 'outlier'.

The lower the degree of mental distortion, the weaker its ability to control others, and they may even develop aversion to it. The higher the degree of mental distortion, the less able one is to resist its control.

Furthermore, after controlling others, it does not directly take away the target's control over the body, but slowly nurtures and indulges the human, allowing them to do nothing, constantly degenerate, become mentally twisted, and eventually turn into a puppet.

Once they've secured control of a family, they won't actively influence outsiders until the target is completely turned into a puppet, and they have no desire for rampant expansion.

This bizarre behavioral logic has a very poor lethality, and its rules require years to control others and permanently turn them into puppets. It is a very mild anomaly.

It can be used to counteract the effects of other out-of-control rules.

Carry it with you when you go on a mission so you can check at any time whether you have been affected and how much your mind has been twisted. Once you are controlled by Jiang Pierre, it means that your mind has been twisted to a high degree. The two rules intersect and can easily get stuck, giving the victim some buffer space or simply stopping the harm.

The investigator can control Jiang Pierre to escape or continue the investigation, and has ample room for maneuver before becoming a puppet, and will definitely not be instantly killed by other first-time kill type out-of-control rules.

"Adjust it to the usable secondary list."

After compiling the information on Jiang Pierre, Zhang Chengyi casually scribbled it into the second-level list.

The so-called secondary list is actually composed of relatively harmless outliers.

There are currently three levels of risk: Level 1 is completely harmless, Level 2 is relatively harmless, and Level 3 is high-risk.

Initially, he wanted to prohibit the use of most dangerous out-of-control rules. Later, he gradually discovered that some out-of-control rules could only be dealt with by using other out-of-control rules. Moreover, it can be said that there are all kinds of out-of-control rules. There are types like Face Thief, which do not cause any harm or pollution and can be bullied and harmed by humans. There are also types like Jiang Pierre, who gives benefits first and then charges a price. Both of these can be used.

Therefore, he made limited access to the contained items.

Of course, the use of this feature is limited to applications made during investigation missions and must be personally reviewed by one of his bodies. Otherwise, if too much authority is granted and the containment device is used in the struggles between humans, things will definitely get out of control.

From beginning to end, Zhang Chengyi knew that humanity would never stop fighting amongst itself.

Even the church and the security forces have been embroiled in various internal struggles ever since they left Demon Mountain Town. Perhaps it wasn't a life-or-death struggle, but from small things like the number of new bacterial transplants to big things like who could become the manager, any tiny bit of interest could become a reason for them to harbor resentment and eventually turn into hostility.

This wasn't the first time he'd been the savior or leader that humanity was looking to. Having seen it all before, he knew that even if a god did suppress these negative emotions, it would only fuel greater conflicts and contradictions in the future.

In other worlds, he forcibly suppressed the conflicts, creating a seemingly prosperous scene. However, after he fell into a deep sleep, the alliance he left behind immediately disintegrated, splitting into multiple factions, with people practically fighting each other to the point of brain damage.

Just when he thought that the forces he left behind had developed the power system to a higher level and made it more perfect, he opened his eyes to find the land devastated. Fire broke out, nuclear bombs were dropped on each other, and the earth was blown into a wasteland. Not to mention the power system.

It can only be said that he now ignores the petty squabbles between humans, which have a long history of bloodshed and tears behind them.

Doesn't he know about Keiichi Matsui's little tricks?

know.

How could someone as intelligent as Keiichi Matsui possibly act without informing the 'gods' beforehand?

The Japanese government isn't stupid; they're all politicians. Once they find out, they'll definitely report it to the 'gods' first.

Even Goro Furuhata came to ask him what to do.

The other factions within the church were even clearer; they were all psychic ability users, and they couldn't outmaneuver Matsui Keiichi in terms of skill and cunning. They easily discovered that the Japanese government had been manipulated.

What could Zhang Chengyi do but pretend he didn't know?

To be more precise, he simply let Keiichi Matsui do as he pleased. If someone was willing to act as the glue that held him together, willing to help him with political struggles and unify humanity, then he certainly wouldn't refuse.

Even when Goro Furuhata asked him, he only gave a vague hint.

Matsui Keiichi had calculated that other factions within the church would not be interested in such matters, and he looked down on the Japanese government, which was full of conspiracies and schemes. He also knew that the gods would not interfere, but he still spoke to the gods in advance so as not to give anyone any leverage.

"Let me see the next one." Zhang Chengyi flipped through the documents in his hand, used his telekinesis to cut the inexplicable string that had appeared on the ceiling trying to pull him, grabbed Jiang Pier, threw him into the box, and closed it.

This little thing was too easy to contain; its ability to be used only by observing it with one's eyes is practically the weakest of the weak.

"NO.61 The talking bronze statue."

“I remember he was another weakling.” He recalled the investigator’s containment process.

In short, a group of young people went to explore a haunted house and discovered three talking bronze statues. One of them was trapped inside a plaster block and roared loudly, scaring the explorers half to death. After word got out, investigators arrived, first isolating the explorers, and then making thorough preparations before entering the haunted house.

In the end, it was discovered that the bronze statue had no special abilities whatsoever, not even the effect of mind distortion; it could only talk.

The ability to read minds cannot detect the minds of the three bronze statues. In other words, none of them are human; they only possess human memories and language abilities.

When Zhang Chengyi examined the bronze statues, he couldn't find any rules about what was out of control. To put it bluntly, they simply couldn't influence anyone.

Finally, it was transported to N City to test the bacterial flora of the first body to see if any abnormalities could be found.

"Let me out! Let me out now, you ugly bunch! I'm the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Before Zhang Chengyi even entered the designated isolation room, he heard a hoarse voice wailing.

"Hmm, the sound it makes can be heard by others regardless of the medium, it's more like telepathy," he noted in his notebook.

Chapter 343 Any rule that gets out of control deserves serious attention!

In the empty isolation room.

"Damn it, quickly pour gold into me so I can turn into a golden body!"

The round plaster block continued to howl, like a middle-aged fat woman who had lost her mind.

The other two bronze statues, one of a man and one of a woman, stood close together. The woman said in a disdainful tone, "Can you shut up, old lady? You're so annoying."

"How dare you call me an old woman, you bitch!" The plaster block's voice became even sharper. "I've already become the world's most beautiful woman under Tsuchiya-sensei's hands!"

The male bronze statue laughed: "Heh heh, in the end, you're just a fat, bloated plaster block now..."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

The plaster block was clearly in a hurry.

[It has been verified that sound does not travel through a medium; one must close their mind to not hear what the statue is saying. The statue's invisibility is achieved through simple physics—light refraction—making it invisible to me. In other words, they observe things with their eyes. Interesting...]

Zhang Chengyi observed and recorded from the side until the observation yielded no new results. Then he raised his hand, and his entire arm transformed into countless invisible microbial communities that spread out. With a thought, these microbial communities easily penetrated the bronze statue and plaster and entered their interiors.

This is the smallest microbial community he has ever mastered. It can infinitely divide itself and its host, becoming a microscopic life form that can be pieced together, combined, and moved freely through even smaller microbial communities. If used well, it can freely travel to almost any place in the world at an unimaginable speed, which can be called instantaneous teleportation.

The only problem is that it's hard to control, extremely hard to control. If it's divided into too small pieces, anyone except him, the master of the mod, will commit suicide immediately, and it's impossible to combine them.

Without a brain, how humans would think would be a problem. The only solution would be to frantically increase their mental strength through other microbial communities.

However, the human mind simply cannot observe and control the microscopic realm in a short period of time. For details, please refer to how he wiped out the Grass Fruit Town in an instant by dissipating the power of the microscopic realm.

If we can observe and control the microscopic realm, then whether or not the bacterial community splits, it will be just as powerful. This kind of teleportation is impressive, and the actual computing power required for its use is unimaginably high.

To put it simply, even Zhang Chengyi rarely uses the instantaneous teleportation operation of the splitting bacterial colony. Using it once is exhausting. Not only does he have to constantly observe the bacterial colony and the molecules and atoms that split off from itself, but he also has to ensure that they can be successfully pieced together after arriving at the corresponding positions, and that every molecule and atom pieced together is in the correct position.

That's absolutely ridiculous.

The subject who developed this bacterial colony has never used this ability. He once tried it out of curiosity with his finger and never found it again. He could only grow a new one through the regeneration of the bacterial colony.

[No rules for getting out of control?]

Zhang Chengyi had thoroughly examined both bronze statues and a plaster block using microscopic methods, but he couldn't find anything wrong with them.

There were indeed uncontrolled rules that required certain conditions to be triggered before they could spread outwards, but the body tissues that split off from the dividing bacteria could sense the existence of these uncontrolled rules. Now that they haven't noticed anything, the problem probably isn't with the bronze statue at all.

The plaster block kept mentioning "Tsuchiya-sensei," a sculptor who died in his own home ten years ago—the very haunted house where the bronze statue was discovered.

The investigators naturally assumed that the talking bronze statue was an anomaly, but now it seems...

"Has the house where the talking bronze statue No. 61 was discovered been sealed off?" Zhang Chengyi walked out of the isolation room, rubbing his arm as he used the mental network to contact the investigator who had been in charge of the initial investigation and asked.

"Your Highness!" The investigator was startled; a call from the gods was terrifying.

He quickly calmed down and said, "Yes, it's already sealed off."

"Okay, hard work."

Zhang Chengyi hung up the phone and, through multi-threaded operations, contacted several investigators involved in the investigation, as well as members of the security team responsible for sealing off the haunted house in the vicinity. He also controlled the nearest body to lead people to the haunted house where the bronze statue was found. No problem was detected in the microscopic realm, so it was obvious that the bronze statue was just a derivative and not important at all, just like him, the [mold], and the superpowered microbial community he created.

In other words, the truly out-of-control rules may still be inside the haunted house.

That would be very troublesome. Just because a talking bronze statue is not a threat doesn't mean that the out-of-control rules of the haunted house are not a threat.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Chengyi and his men arrived at the haunted house. He instructed the others to use their mushroom clones to investigate the nearby residences and residents to prevent anyone from spreading the infection caused by the out-of-control rules.

When faced with unknown and uncontrollable rules, you can never be too careful.

The sign at the entrance of [Tsuchiya Art Sumo] is rusty, and only half of the cast characters inside remain.

Zhang Chengyi glanced around, then nonchalantly controlled his body and rushed into the haunted house. The house was quite dilapidated, and it was clear that no one had lived there for many years. The main feature was two bronze statues that could talk and would occasionally move, which was extremely creepy.

What's interesting about these two bronze statues is that they perceive themselves as bronze statues. They can move and even hug each other affectionately from time to time, but they just stand still in the same place all day long.

When someone tries to move them away, they will let the humans do as they please, and when the humans aren't looking, they will run back into the haunted house.

Literally, it means running back.

Unfortunately, the investigators moved them out of the quarantine room, so there's no way they can get out now.

With a creak, Zhang Chengyi deliberately pulled open the half-open door of the studio. He was there to trigger the uncontrolled rules inside, so of course he had to act like an ordinary person.

The room was filled with all sorts of rusty carving tools and workbenches, covered in dust and cobwebs.

He touched and fiddled with everything, like a hyperactive person bursting with curiosity. He did everything he could, and even sculpted a bronze statue on the spot using rusty tools and a workbench. With his superpowers, he could finish the casting work in no time, a task that would take a normal person a while.

But the bronze statues he created could not speak.