Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

From this perspective, those who focus on martial arts as combat professionals at least have a clear future to pursue. But those like me who purely pursue practical application will soon be eliminated?

Remiel scratched his head.

If you think positively, no matter how powerful the "Hound Type 1" is, it is ultimately just a tool, and you are the one who uses the tool.

There should always be room for improvement in the future, right?

...maybe?

At least Remiel couldn't figure out for the time being which direction he could develop in if the combat system could really completely replace him one day.

What skills are difficult for robots to replace?

Come to think of it, it doesn't seem like much.

Robots can do the same thing he can do, and there is no need to worry about robots being damaged.

He sank into a state of irritable contemplation, unable to find a clear answer. He simply put the question aside for now—the future was the future. Even if he ever reached the point of being eliminated, it would probably be a matter for his younger generation.

For me, it is actually a good thing to get the information first.

More importantly, he completed this mission very well and finally had the opportunity to "comfort" those opponents who once suppressed him.

Remiel dialed the number excitedly.

"Hey, Franny, I heard your mission wasn't going well... What? You told me to get out? I was trying to comfort you, and you're acting like this? That's so hurtful!"

"Okay, okay, calm down and get down to business. I actually came here specifically to thank you. If you hadn't helped me draw away most of the firepower, how could I have completed the mission so smoothly? Thank you so much..."

"Don't hang up! It's just a joke."

"I've gained access to the Hound One combat system and reviewed your combat. Honestly, your performance was quite good, but that system is clearly superior."

"Oh? You also have the authority? Are you also reviewing the game?"

"Can you add me? That would be great, thanks!"

"You're right. With an opponent like the Hound One, perhaps our progress will be even faster."

"If we can adapt to its attack rhythm, or learn its attack strategy, maybe we can give those guys a surprise during the next training session."

"I looked at the training records from previous years. Although they have improved a lot, they haven't been crushed as thoroughly as we were this time. This shows that our opponent this time has some good points."

"Okay, I'll be there soon!"

After hanging up the phone, Remiel had an expression of "as expected".

It seemed like he wasn't the only one pondering this matter; everyone had actually gathered together to review the situation. Since he couldn't beat them, he might as well join them.

Since I couldn't figure out the logic behind the Hound I attack, I'd try to understand it and learn from it. At the very least, I could figure out how to counter it.

I heard that Avalon and Joad, the two guys who wanted to stop him, also went there.

They failed to stop Remiel, and after waiting for a long time, no new team came out, so they had to sneak into the secret building to investigate. As expected, they ended up in a miserable defeat.

However, since they had also fought against the system, they were naturally invited to participate in this collective review.

They are the defeated ones, so we will mock them on the spot when the time comes.

Remiel couldn't help laughing when he thought about what was going to happen, and he quickly adjusted his mood.

……

[Supplementary data collected from ASSAULT-04...]

[Supplementary data collected from ASSAULT-01...]

[New invader information obtained: Boxer Avalon, marked as ASSALT-06; Special Forces Soldier Joad, marked as ASSALT-07; Cadet Yuri, ASSALT-08; Cadet Lina, ASSALT-09...]

Inside the capsule, Remiel's body was injected with a tranquilizer called "Scavenger", which quickly neutralized excess stress hormones such as adrenaline and cortisol in the body, allowing the brain to switch from a highly defensive state to calmness.

The targeted nanorobot carried a special neuromodulatory drug "Reality" and accurately injected it into Lemire's body through the pipes in the cabin, temporarily increasing the excitability of neurons in the hippocampus and amygdala related to memory and emotion, while inhibiting the activity of the prefrontal cortex responsible for logical judgment and disguise.

Tiny sensors were implanted at key points on his scalp and spine.

Not only can it monitor EEG and neurotransmitter levels in real time, but it can also guide his body to completely relax and enter a "programmable state" that is more thorough than deep hypnosis.

Qiantong and Martin jointly designed and led a dream interpretation program based on psychological intervention.

They stimulate the corresponding sensory cortex by injecting specific sensory markers - such as the metallic smell of ventilation ducts and the faint smell of blood - and naturally generate "rationalized" dream elements.

Afterwards, with the help of various devices in the capsule, they began to try to "read dreams" and complete specific information collection.

And now is the time to reap the rewards.

A steady stream of information was flowing out of Remiel's mind.

Not only does it include the contents of his active memory, but also many subconscious memories hidden deep inside that have not been actively evoked are now visible.

These vast quantities of memories were quickly classified and archived.

Especially the information about the seniors who are the opponents of this mission is of paramount importance.

So much so that in the personalized database of the Hound Type 1 Public Security System, the information about several people is becoming more and more complete at an astonishing rate.

Noah looked at the constantly improving database and smiled: "Well done."

Qiantong didn't care: "It's nothing."

He was telling the truth. Even he himself couldn't explain why so many insightful ideas came to his mind, as if he was born with the ability to extract what he needed from other people's minds.

This has never been a difficult task for Qiantong.

Qiantong didn't care, but Martin was shocked.

He saw with his own eyes how Senior Remiel was tricked step by step, lured into a trap, and finally captured and locked in a capsule like a turtle in a jar.

When Noah told them, "It's your turn to conduct research," Martin was very nervous, not sure how effective the work he and Qiantong had come up with would be.

But now it seems that the senior is immersed in that carefully woven "beautiful dream" and is like a colander, leaking out the information he knows continuously.

If the seniors really gathered together to discuss the matter as Remiel was "replaying" in his mind at this moment, then Remiel's current behavior would be simply "war criminal level."

Judging from the current situation, the project has successfully achieved its intended goals and is now only testing the performance ceiling.

A celebration banquet is definitely necessary. If we really hold a banquet, we might even have to invite Senior Remiel to "take the seat of honor"...

Looking at the Remiel on the screen, who was arrogantly mocking his classmates in his sweet dream, he compared it with the intruder intelligence records that were constantly turning pages and updating rapidly.

Martin couldn't help but murmur with self-doubt, "Senior isn't as strong as I thought. Is the potion I made... really that powerful? Am I really a genius in alchemy?"

Noah heard Martin's murmur and smiled, confirming, "There's no doubt you're a genius in pharmacy. The combination of 'Truth' and 'Scavenger' you developed has exceeded expectations. I've already applied for a patent with AI."

"It's amazing, I don't know how you came up with that."

Martin scratched his head. "I don't know either. Sometimes my mind is very active and a lot of wonderful ideas pop up on its own. It's like there's a voice telling me what to do."

Noah nodded gently. "Perhaps this is what genius is. I've heard that many geniuses have felt a certain 'echo of fate,' as if a voice from somewhere guided them. The fact that you can do this is proof enough of your talent."

Martin was happy in his heart, but he still said modestly: "It's mainly because of Brother Qiantong's good idea. I just provided the appropriate medicine according to his needs."

Qiantong glanced at Martin and said concisely: "I am very strong, and you are not bad either."

"Okay, okay, you are all excellent, otherwise we wouldn't be gathered in this interest group."

Noah waved his hand, interrupting their mutual humility. "Your work is crucial. Now that we have determined the exact number of our opponents, this is crucial."

"We previously thought there were only eight seniors, but now it seems there are actually eight teams. Six of them are solo operations, five are currently within our surveillance range, and one has been roughly located. The other two are coordinated teams, and they also have two support personnel of the same level as us."

Hearing Noah's words, Delayak smiled easily and couldn't help but say, "It's good to have classmates here. It makes it easier for us to identify them. But they were smart not to come in directly. Otherwise, they would have been hard to avoid being discovered if they brought a burden with them... What happened?"

Noah's eyes fell on Delayak's face.

Delayak's voice gradually faded. As the projects continued to succeed, an invisible aura seemed to accrue around Noah, and every move carried an increasingly intense sense of mystery and oppression.

Noah said, "The library's professional classification is just a rough division of abilities and cannot limit true geniuses."

"We're freshmen too. During this mission, the seniors might have viewed us that way, thinking we were easy to deal with."

"But what about now? Judging from the current results, I am confident that we can wipe them out. Do they still dare to look down on us? They have already paid the price for this contempt."

"So, I don't want us to make the same mistake."

"Keep your spirits up and completely defeat your opponent. We have already won, but I hope we can win more."

After Noah finished speaking, Delayak could only nod in agreement.

"Okay, okay, I get it, Boss Noah."

But I still feel a little skeptical.

No matter how talented a freshman is, he is still just a freshman. How strong can he be?

It is probably difficult to find someone as amazing as Noah in several years or even more than ten years. In the same year, the boss has already appeared, and there is also Edward who is slightly worse than the boss. How is it possible for another one to appear?

Of course, although Delayak thought so in his heart, he had to give face to Boss Noah.

Thinking of this, Delyatk couldn't help but sigh. At first, he had thought about "teaching" Noah a lesson, but now... the change of identity was so natural.

"Whoever dares to touch my boss, I will fight him to the death!"

He just wanted to hold on to Noah's thigh tightly and not be thrown off the car halfway.

Noah knew exactly what Delayak was thinking, but it was also human nature to think that way.

He knew that his current performance was a little too good, but fortunately he had the help of other people, and if he showed some genius, it wouldn't be impossible.

But to be honest, at least half of his credit should be attributed to the potion assistance system.

If those memories had not been awakened, I would at best be a genius with a quick mind, and I would never be able to perform as well as I do today.

Yuri and Lina are his competitors in this "nightmare difficulty", and it is crucial whether they have also awakened their memories.

If they haven't awakened, then everything is fine; but if they have awakened... then there will be some trouble.

Having established a research group so high-profile, they must have already been suspicious. Furthermore, they were also proficient in the application of the "Potion Assistance System," and no matter what class they were, they could make it work, let alone a combat class.

Thinking of this, Noah made a decision:

"First, take out the target in the Precision Building, then go find Avalon and Joad who haven't shown up yet."

"Fio's whereabouts are still uncertain, but he's definitely among the people we suspect. We just need to narrow the scope further."

……

In the maze.

Kara was sitting cross-legged on the ground, practicing martial arts to repair the physical damage caused by breaking through the limit.

Not far away, Tunyan was still motionless, but the gradually changing aura on his body showed that this sudden realization had brought him great benefits.

Even so, Kara had no intention of interrupting.

Kara calmly adjusted her breathing and suddenly opened her eyes.

He saw a small robot with a big head and short legs staggering towards him.

From the outside, it doesn't look aggressive at all.

The little robot swayed over to him and said, "Hello, Kara. I'm the leader of this project team and the leader of the defense plan. You can call me Noah."

"Student Tunyan is very talented. His ability to enter a state of enlightenment is his chance. You could have interrupted him, but you didn't. I'll remember this favor."

"I don't know how long Tun Yan's current condition will last, so I can provide you with the intelligence he has in exchange for not disturbing his enlightenment. At the same time, I will also lower the priority of capturing you as much as possible."

As it spoke, the little robot's head split open, and a chip popped out. Its voice continued:

"This chip records the location of the third drawing. I think this is what you need right now."

"But I must remind you: you don't have much time left."

The third drawing?

Has the second set of drawings been taken away?

Kara speculated in her mind, then frowned, "What do you mean by 'time is running out'?"

"That's exactly what I meant," the big-headed robot replied. "The iteration speed of the Hound I system is beyond imagination. You should understand that your previous victory through trickery was actually due to a loophole in the system. But now, that loophole has been fixed."

Kara asked coldly: "Why are you telling me this?"

"You don't have to worry about the accuracy of my information."

"Because I need a real duel, a battle that can test the upper limits of the Hound One system. The stronger the opponent, the more problems we can discover, and the greater the room for improvement."

"I hope you can beat us - we have already proven the huge potential of the project, and we will get a lot of resources. And you can also use this opportunity to get more rewards from the AI."

The big-headed robot's words were meaningful, but it didn't give Kara a chance to ask further questions and staggered back to the passage they came from.

No matter how Kara asked, it no longer responded, obviously the connection had been disconnected.