Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 776 - 539 Mirel: "Chinese is really hard to learn!

"What's that?"

Yakumo's voice trembled, and the sudden spiritual pressure almost forced her to her knees. She barely managed to keep standing with all her strength.

"Unclear."

Yelan turned her head, looking around, seeing that all people, regardless of their race, had fallen to the ground, prostrating in a posture of submission.

It was not something they did willingly, but a deep instinct from their souls that forced them to act this way.

"Could it be something those Bloodies from the Wilderness have concocted again?" Yakumo's delicate face, hidden beneath her hood, was covered in cold sweat. She had been in Street 903 for years, and it was the first time she felt such terrifying pressure.

"It's a possibility we can't rule out." Yelan continued with some pointless talk.

Just then, the spiritual pressure receded like a tide, concentrating at a spot in Street 903.

The instinct to worship disappeared as the spiritual pressure receded, and everyone stood up, frightened, staring in that direction with terror.

"Should we go and check it out?" Yakumo hesitated for a moment and suggested, "If it really is the Bloodies' doing, we need to unite and remove them; otherwise, the Outer City may face significant chaos."

Allowing an entity with such a level of spiritual pressure to remain in the Outer City, regardless of their identity, would mean that if they acted recklessly, the entire district could suffer.

"We can't afford to provoke them, let other races test the waters first." Yelan thought for a few seconds and came up with a plan: "If they intend to cause chaos, going there won't help us. If they don't intend to cause chaos, going there won't help us either. We might as well not go, and this way, we might leave a good impression."

Somehow, the nonsense that came from Yelan's mouth had a deeper sense of logic, making people feel... it was pretty reasonable.

"... I'll listen to you." Yakumo stared in that direction with a complicated expression: "Let's hope this person is a friend and not a foe, otherwise, with external threats unresolved, an internal crisis in the Outer City might bring about the end of all races sooner."

Yelan suddenly took out an Inscription Card and glanced at it: "Interesting, the Terminal hasn't issued a compulsory summons, which means the situation is still under control. For now, we just need to handle what's within our duties and ignore the rest."

Not only Yelan, but many experienced Outer City residents also took out their Inscription Cards and checked them; evidently, many of them sighed in relief after doing so.

"Mhm."

Yakumo followed Yelan's advice. The two of them returned to their workplaces but could not calm down at all.

After a while, Yakumo couldn't sit still, stood up, and said, "I'll go check on Little Mi, you stay here."

After speaking, she left alone.

Yelan watched her leave, sighed helplessly, and remarked that she indeed couldn't hold back.

...

At the center of the incident, Li Zheng opened his eyes on the bed, assessing his condition, then suddenly froze.

Because he discovered that aside from an uncomfortable swelling sensation at his brow, his condition hadn't changed much, and even his spiritual power seemed not much different from before he entered the Dark Realm.

Not only was there little difference.

On the contrary, he instinctively felt that if he tried to forcefully unleash the spiritual power left to him by Xu, his head would burst like a watermelon.

"Damn it... I thought I'd be invincible, but it turns out I've got a bottle of highly concentrated corrosive and explosive liquid stuffed into a mineral water bottle?" Li Zheng summarized helplessly.

To be specific...

Xu lost the limitation of a physical body for too long and no longer had the concept of one, leading to a misjudgment in this plan.

He only considered that his total amount of spiritual power was enormous and could be used to counteract a spiritual storm, not accounting for the fact that bringing that level of spiritual power to the Bright Realm required a very robust physical constitution to support it.

Now, originally, Li Zheng could eat five pounds of food in a sitting. If he gradually added ten to twenty grams more each day, he'd stretch his stomach and occasionally reinforce it, then compress the food to increase its density.

Given time, Li Zheng could gulp down tens of thousands of tons of food in one go.

As a result, Xu recklessly filled Li Zheng's stomach with tens of billions of tons of food, causing him not only to be stretched but also at risk of bursting at any moment.

It's truly a case of good intentions gone wrong.

Well...

He now equates to a superhuman nuclear bomb. If anyone's looking to die, they might try provoking Li Zheng, causing his 'stomach' to rupture prematurely.

If he were to explode, the yield could flatten the entire Outer City along with the Matrix area and the Wilderness...

Thrice over!

Even if the Matrix Terminal personally intervened, it might not be able to withstand Li Zheng's self-destruction.

Perhaps the Outer City residents weren't sent a compulsory task to handle Li Zheng, precisely because the Terminal had already realized this.

"So, what on earth are you after?!!" Li Zheng leapt to the ground, pounding his chest and stomping his feet.

Great, now he had lost a companion who was both mentor and friend, and even his spiritual power, currently his only means of combat, was somewhat restricted.

He wasn't even sure if he could still use the Ice Needle to fight as before, needing to test it shortly to avoid the embarrassing situation of having a powerful ability yet becoming useless.

"What's wrong?"

Mirel, who had been absorbed in her studies, lifted her head and spoke in perfect announcer-accented Chinese, startling Li Zheng into nearly thinking he was back on Earth.

"Your learning progress is amazing!" Li Zheng snapped out of it and gave a thumbs-up in admiration.

"It's alright," Mirel seemed somewhat dissatisfied: "It's been six hours since you entered the Dark Realm, and I just recently mastered the meanings of twenty thousand Chinese characters..."

She then quipped, "You guys have such a complicated script. I casually glanced at a few other languages and have already learned them all."

With that, she switched to speaking in Mud Furnace language to introduce herself, then performed a stand-up comedy routine in Eagle language, and finally shouted a few perfect Russian "Harasho" phrases at Li Zheng.

"Learning this much in six hours and you're not satisfied?" Li Zheng looked up at the ceiling... board.

If people on Earth, who are overwhelmed by studying for their CET-4 and CET-6 exams, heard this, how piercing would it sound?

If they had such learning abilities and comprehension, there would be no need for burning the midnight oil and reciting vocabulary words in the park at 4 or 5 a.m., would there?

Spending a couple of hours reading, then surfing the internet for the rest of the time would suffice.

If asked, they could directly reply: What? Studying in advance? Preparing for exams? Not a chance! Only gaming and watching short videos enrich break times; studying is impossible for a lifetime!

Then, they'd make a stunning impact at the exams and amaze everyone!

"Of course, it's not satisfactory." Mirel turned off her handheld computer: "Six hours and I haven't yet learned even one language of your race, not to mention the thousands of languages of other races waiting for me to study."

"..."

At this moment, Li Zheng couldn't help wondering if he should inform Mirel that Earth's languages extend beyond just those included in her computer.

In fact, within a single region of the Chinese-speaking area, there might be over thirty dialects which they refer to as 'dialects.'

Forget it, forget it.

Li Zheng quickly dismissed this idea. If Mirel took it seriously, merely understanding all the dialects of the Zhe and Hang region would be enough to keep her occupied for a long time.