freeallnovels Chapter 12 The Difference Between Living and Surviving
Chapter 12 The Difference Between Living and Surviving
After exiting the "Pirate's Treasure Cave" instance, Miao Meng's life entered a stable rhythm where he focused solely on studying and paid no attention to anything else.
The curse of those 66 gold coins had no time limit, so every night he would be forced into his dreams to experience the profound memories of the pirates on those ships.
Miao Meng tried several methods but couldn't break the curse. In addition, this kind of training not only enhanced his combat experience but also made him feel that his spiritual energy was being strengthened, so in the end he could only silently enjoy it.
Compared to these memories, it's the magical knowledge that comes with the Magic Cannon Master profession that truly makes him scratch his head every day; he's never had such a headache even when he was learning math.
Furthermore, this magical knowledge is not written in Chinese, but in the language of a magical civilization. Even with professional language proficiency, one may still encounter confusion due to translation issues during the learning process.
"What is this? And what is this? Why can this magic circle move, while others with the same structure can't be activated?"
Looking at the two array plates on the table that looked exactly the same to the naked eye, Miao Mengmeng dug his fingers into his messy hair and scratched them hard.
Magical devices are not purely theoretical knowledge; a significant portion of them require practical application. Even the most accurate diagrams of magic circles drawn in textbooks may fail to function properly on actual devices due to various reasons.
After reviewing the footage and finding no problems, Miao Meng began to analyze the differences in his carving process using cameras mounted around the worktable at multiple angles.
After all, Miao Meng wasn't some old-fashioned person. On the contrary, he was quite flexible in his thinking in this regard. Using modern equipment to assist him in researching magical knowledge was, in his view, a very normal and basic operation.
Of course, these recordings and local storage devices were not connected to the internet. As a prospective college student, Miao Meng was aware of the principle that physically disconnecting from the internet could prevent hacker intrusion.
Even the most skilled hackers cannot copy offline recordings through a computer. Only with this capability could Miao Meng feel safe using the webcam to record his own images for playback to aid his learning.
Miao Meng kept the various computers and electronic devices in the house very separate. Apart from the computer in the bedroom that was connected to the internet, most of the other devices were physically isolated from each other.
If the entire house didn't have a unified electrical system, he would have even wanted each studio to have its own independent power supply, with each appliance connected to its own power grid.
As he reviewed the video footage from multiple angles, Miao Meng quickly discovered the differences between the two materials. To make his carving easier, he chose a type of cork.
There are differences between different types of wood. Even if they are from the same tree, wood from different heights and depths will have different grain patterns.
It turned out that this was due to saving materials during practice. Miao Meng shook his head helplessly, cut off the top half of the discarded piece of wood, and reused the remaining part.
At his current level, he cannot use metal or even magical materials for carving, because even the safest lighting array may explode due to fluctuations in magical power.
He wasn't worried about the materials exploding and injuring himself. In magical theory, setting up a safe laboratory is a key point from the outset, and he could handle the basic protection and soundproofing.
"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong"
The sudden ringing of the doorbell caused Miao Meng's attention to waver, directly resulting in fluctuations in his steady output of spiritual energy, and the piece of wood was ruined once again.
"Xiao Meng, are you home? Your grandma noticed you've been staying home these past few days without going out to buy groceries, so she brought you some fresh romaine lettuce."
An old but strong voice came from outside the door. After glancing at the scrapped wood, Miao Meng could only put it aside and quickly walked to the door.
"Uncle Liao, why are you bringing vegetables again? We still have plenty of vegetables at home. The refrigerator is almost full. After all, how much can one person eat?"
Miao Meng looked at the energetic old man in front of him, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and affection. This old man was a new neighbor he had met after moving here.
After all, this is the suburbs, and there are many elderly people here. Apart from the migrant workers who leave early and return late every day, a student like him who moved here alone is really eye-catching.
After he moved here, he often went to the vegetable market alone to buy vegetables. Of course, it was called a vegetable market, but it was actually just a small market set up by the old men and women who grew vegetables around the area and had too much to eat.
After all, if there were really supporting facilities such as a vegetable market here, it wouldn't have become a suburb, causing housing rents here to plummet.
Because we bought a lot of groceries, we would chat for a while and gradually became familiar with each other. In addition, Miao Meng's appearance was not bad either. He was 1.9 meters tall, and even if he was a little thin, he was still a good young man.
Furthermore, he isn't particularly difficult to get along with, and he doesn't pretend not to see elderly people who need help. So, over time, many neighbors have come to care about Miao Meng.
Knowing that he was studying alone and had no family, these kind-hearted grandparents would bring him vegetables from their yard every few days, and some even wanted to adopt him as their godchild.
When Liao saw Miao Meng's brows furrow slightly, he knew exactly what the boy was thinking. He pushed away Miao Meng's outstretched arm, which was trying to help him, and walked to the living room in a few steps, placing the small basket of vegetables on the table.
"I know you young people all too well. My grandson is just like you; he stays home all day and never goes out. He won't go out unless someone comes to visit him."
It's good for neighbors and relatives to visit each other. After all, if you don't go out for a long time, you won't even know when someone passes away. Last time, Old Wang was like that..."
When Liao started recounting the story of how Old Wang almost got sent away after drinking too much last time, Miao Meng remained very gentle and patiently listened to him finish, even though he had heard it several times before.
He knew that Grandpa Liao meant well, but he was getting old and his thinking was inevitably a little unclear. In this situation, he should just go along with it and not go against his wishes.
"You haven't cooked lately, have you? Look how clean the stove is. Never mind, come to my house for lunch. Your grandma made a lot of potato and beef stew."
It's a pity my little grandson went to his maternal grandparents' house with his parents and won't be back for a few days. This meat can't just sit there. You're a big eater, so why don't you help Grandpa finish some?
Liao sat down at the table in the living room for less than two minutes, then stood up again and looked around the kitchen next to the living room. He immediately noticed the dust and dirt on the stove.
Although it was just a thin layer of fine dust, the kind of dust that would drift in if the windows were opened too well for ventilation, it didn't stop him from using it as an excuse to drag Miao Meng home for dinner.
Miao Meng couldn't quite describe his feelings about the old man's invitation, but in the end, he could only reluctantly accept and have a meal at the old man's house, and also play a few games of chess with the old man.