signingbooks Chapter 132 Transformation
Chapter 132 Transformation
Song Chen took a deep breath and slowly sank into the water.
He needs to get to the island, but he can't just go there like that.
He started browsing the system store.
The system shop interface unfolded in his mind, with combat skills, supernatural abilities, elixirs, weapons, and materials arranged in categories.
His finger stopped at the "superpowers" section.
C-level superpowers, B-level superpowers, A-level superpowers, S-level superpowers.
His gaze lingered on one option.
【Shapeshifting (Rank B Ability)】: Can alter physical characteristics, including height, build, facial features, and skin color. Cannot alter life force or mental energy fluctuations. Strong mental energy can detect disguises. Price: 30000 Kill Points.
Without hesitation, Song Chen pressed the buy button.
[I have purchased Shapeshifting Technique (Rank B Ability), consuming 30000 Kill Points.]
A surge of warm energy flowed from the system space and merged into his body.
Song Chen closed his eyes, feeling the flow of this power within his body.
The principle behind shapeshifting is not complicated.
Martial artists have a body control ability far exceeding that of ordinary people. In theory, any martial artist can change their appearance by controlling their muscles and bones.
But such changes are extremely limited and require immense focus to maintain.
Shapeshifting is a technique that solidifies and systematizes this ability, allowing martial artists to make a complete adjustment to their appearance in a short period of time without having to consciously maintain it.
Song Chen stood in waist-deep water and began to adjust her appearance.
First, there's his height. He was originally 1.85 meters tall, but now he's only 1.8 meters.
The spine is slightly curved, the leg bones are shortened by a few centimeters, and the width of the shoulders has narrowed by two fingers.
Then there's the face: the cheekbones are lowered, the jawbone is narrowed, the bridge of the nose is slightly sunken, and the depth of the eye sockets is reduced.
The face that was originally sharp-browed, with bright eyes, a straight nose, and a sharp jawline has been transformed into an ordinary-looking young man with no memorable features.
Finally, his hair was cut short with a knife, into the most ordinary buzz cut.
Uneven hair lengths can be subtly adjusted using a hair-shaping technique to make the hair appear to grow normally.
The whole process took about ten minutes.
Song Chen looked down at the water, where an unfamiliar face was reflected in the dark sea.
His features were plain, with soft lines, and the golden luster in his eyes was deliberately toned down, turning into a normal dark brown.
He looked like a low-level martial artist from a small city, the kind you wouldn't notice if you threw him into a crowd.
perfect.
He checked his breathing.
The life force remained unchanged, which the shapeshifting technique could not conceal, and the fluctuations in mental energy were also unchanged, carrying the subtle characteristics unique to the Illusionary Eye.
If a being of the fifth rank or higher were to perceive him carefully, they could see through his disguise.
But there are no fifth-tier beings on this island. He had just sensed them; the highest level humans on the island reached was third-tier, and the highest level sea beasts reached was fourth-tier.
There was no aura of the fifth rank or higher within a radius of dozens of miles.
Song Chen stored the Heavenly Blade into his system space.
This S-grade battle sword is too conspicuous. The spiritual energy fluctuations on the blade and its unique design make it obvious to any knowledgeable martial artist that it is no ordinary item.
He thought for a moment, then pulled out an ordinary standard-issue combat knife from his system space, which was one of his previous reserves.
A broken knife is a perfect match for an ordinary person.
Song Chen straightened his clothes, which were tattered during the breakout. He had simply patched them up with sea monster hide and tendons, leaving no markings or features.
After doing all this, Song Chen took a deep breath and walked towards the island built by the strange beast.
When Song Chen stepped onto the beach, it was the quietest time of day.
As dusk faded and night deepened, the last crimson afterglow on the sea was receding, and the eerie blue specks of psionic particles began to emerge in the sea mist, like countless fireflies floating in the air.
Instead of heading into the island, he stood on the rocks at the edge of the beach and used his Phantom Eye to scan the distribution of spiritual energy across the entire island.
This was a habit he had developed over the past ten days: whenever he arrived at an unfamiliar place, he would first get a feel for the atmosphere around him.
Where the concentration of psionic energy is high, where there are high-level beings, where it is suitable to escape, and where it is suitable to ambush—all of this must be etched into your mind immediately.
The distribution of psionic energy on this island is very strange.
The area west of the Shattered Star Sea has a higher concentration of psionic energy than the nearshore area, but it's not ridiculously high.
What's strange is the way they're distributed. In a normal natural environment, psionic particles are evenly dispersed, like air, and are everywhere.
However, the psionic particles on this island have a clear flow pattern. They spread outward from the central mountain peak, spreading evenly across the entire island along a certain regular path.
This did not form naturally; it was artificially guided.
Song Chen kept this in mind, then calmed his breathing and walked along the beach toward the island.
The beach was very white, with sand as fine as flour. Stepping on it made almost no sound, but left shallow footprints.
After walking about two hundred meters, he saw the first field.
Song Chen stopped and looked at the field.
The area, about two or three acres in size, was planted with a crop he didn't recognize. It had broad leaves and thick stems, and its leaves shone with a healthy dark green hue in the twilight.
The field ridges were neatly built with white coral stones, and irrigation ditches flowed along the edge of the fields. The water in the ditches was so clear that you could see the pebbles at the bottom.
There are strange beasts in the fields.
Two Tier 2 armored sharks had their lower bodies submerged in the irrigation ditch, while their upper bodies lay on the ridges of the fields. Their large heads faced the farmland, and their mouths opened and closed as if they were breathing.
But they are not breathing.
Song Chen watched as psionic particles were slowly exhaled from their mouths, like a fine mist, evenly sprinkling onto the leaves of the crops.
After absorbing the psionic particles, the leaves of those crops visibly became greener.
These armored sharks are fertilizing the crops with their psionic energy.
Song Chen stood there for a long time, then continued walking forward.
Beyond the farmland lies a coconut grove.
The coconut trees are arranged very neatly, with the spacing between them as precise as if measured with a ruler.
Several first-tier swordfish beasts were loosening the soil under the tree with their long, bony snouts.
They move very gently, inserting their mouths into the soil, wiggling them from side to side, pulling them out, and then inserting them into the next spot.
Loose soil is soft and breathable, with rows of neat little holes on the surface.
The swordfish are working, for they were born to pierce the mouths of their prey.
Song Chen didn't stop walking, but the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
He walked through the coconut grove and saw a cluster of stone houses.
The low-lying buildings, made of white coral stones, numbered twenty or thirty and arranged in a semicircle.
As dusk fell, the dim light of oil lamps shone through the windows of the stone house, and someone was cooking over a fire in front of the house, with wisps of smoke rising above the coconut grove.
His gaze did not fall on the stone houses, but on an open space next to the group of stone houses.
There was a group of humans there, a dozen or so, men and women, ranging in age from teenagers to middle-aged people in their forties and fifties.
They sat in a semi-circle, cross-legged on the ground, with nothing in front of them.
They are in class.
The lessons weren't about martial arts, superpowers, or anything related to combat.
Song Chen took a few steps closer, hid behind a coconut tree, and listened carefully to the content of the lecture.
"Therefore, one plus one equals two, which is not a mathematical problem, but a logical problem."
"You don't need to understand why one plus one equals two. You just need to remember that in all the mathematical systems established by humankind, one plus one always equals two. This equation is the starting point of human logical thinking."
The lecturer was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, wearing glasses, with gray hair, and dressed in a faded blue cloth shirt.
His blood and qi fluctuations are very weak, only at the middle stage of the first level.
But when he spoke, he had a quality that Song Chen had seen in the professors at Tianhai University—the composure unique to those who are immersed in knowledge year after year.
The audience included not only humans, but also strange beasts.
Song Chen's gaze swept over each of the "students".
Two third-tier ghost-faced fish demons lay coiled in the water channel, only their faces, which resembled those of old women, were visible, their vertical pupils fixed intently on the man lecturing.
The Ironclad Shark King, over twenty meters long, lay at the very back of the crowd, resembling a small, iron-gray mountain.
There were also several sea creatures that Song Chen couldn't name, some second-tier and some third-tier, all lying quietly on the ground, listening to a first-tier human explain that one plus one equals two.
The ghost-faced fish demon's performance in the lecture was somewhat beyond Song Chen's comprehension.
The demonic fish that chased after him during his breakout attempt, emitting sonic shrieks to kill him, the demonic fish that he had recently tortured and beheaded, now lies quietly in the irrigation ditch, listening to humans teach elementary school math.
Song Chen felt a faint cracking sound emanating from his worldview.
He stood there for a full minute.
Why would sea creatures ask humans to teach them math?