Bai Luan emerged from the Little Black Room after an unknown amount of time.
Now, when Bai Luan looked at the carpet in front of him, he didn't just see a carpet anymore.
He had a complete understanding of its internal structure, assembly sequence, and operating principles.
Now, if Bai Luan was given the tools, he could easily disassemble and reassemble the carpet in front of him.
To achieve this, he had almost studied himself into a state of exhaustion.
This was just something Herta had casually developed; heaven knew how she had created something as outrageous as the simulated universe.
Bai Luan stood up.
He now knew how to hack into this carpet and grant himself permissions, but there was no need.
He could already use the principles of this carpet to build his own means of transportation.
He just needed to find some tools later.
The crafting station at Ms. Herta's place seemed to be at…
Using it directly would be a bit presumptuous.
It would be better to wait until he received permission.
At the very least, he needed the consent of the Herta Puppet in front of him.
Bai Luan looked at the Herta Puppet in front of him, a strange feeling filling his heart for a moment.
She was identical to the Herta in the Little Black Room, and he was already very familiar with the Herta in the Little Black Room.
At first, when Herta realized she had to patiently teach him, and that his genius was all a facade, she even wanted to use her right to self-termination, to self-disintegrate.
But she also couldn't bear to give up the opportunity to study the system, after all, she hadn't encountered such a difficult problem in a long time.
Later, Herta summarized Bai Luan's learning pattern:
Encounter an unfamiliar field → Ask Herta → Understand a little bit → Stop asking and self-explore → Confidently fabricate a seemingly logical but actually completely unworkable self-perception to convince himself → Experiment → Fail miserably with clear eyes → Realize this is an unfamiliar field → Ask Herta.
Except for the part where she taught Bai Luan, which was a bit boring for Herta, the rest of it was pure enjoyment.
It was like Picasso, after reaching the peak of his painting skills, went on to study children's drawings.
Bai Luan's exploration process, untainted by 'knowledge', full of errors yet incredibly sincere, was filled with novel amusement for her.
Especially when Bai Luan confidently declared, "I understand!" and then was immediately proven wrong by the experimental results, the instant look of bewilderment and shock, like a lost fawn, that spread across his golden eyes.
It was truly an unmissable part.
Inside the Little Black Room, one taught with pleasure and observed with amusement, while the other learned slowly and progressed steadily, forming a peculiar symbiotic harmony.
Bai Luan had also found almost the best teacher in the entire universe.
Even if it wasn't Herta herself teaching, it was enough to outperform most teachers in this universe.
Although it was harmonious inside the Little Black Room…
Bai Luan and this Herta Puppet outside had only known each other for two days.
If his attitude suddenly became overly eager, it probably wouldn't lead to a good outcome.
But it really felt awkward this way.
It would be better to get to know the Herta Puppet outside as soon as possible.
"How is it? Both the softness and the millimetric detail reproduction are impeccable. When it's not activated, 99.9% of people in this world would think it's just a beautiful carpet."
Yes, the reproduction was very accurate.
When learning this part, Bai Luan wore a mask of agony the entire time.
Herta used this technology simply to make this mode of transport consistent with the style of the entire residence, doing so completely at her whim.
But this technology was not at all whimsical; this kind of camouflage technology that could make the appearance of mechanical creations look like furniture, applied to combat suits, vehicles, weapons…
Then the enemy's tactical reports would probably become extremely abstract.
"You mean, the enemy used a broom to shoot out colorful lasers and broke through our front line? Someone wore pink pajamas to the battlefield, but tanks couldn't even scratch his clothes? The opponent was riding a bicycle, and our fighter jets couldn't catch up?"
…
What kind of Peace Elite is this?
It seems that any casual corner in a genius's home could easily make the lives of a considerable number of people magical.
Talent, truly, is something that leaves one helpless.
"Why do you look like you've had an epiphany?"
"I was merely awestruck by the charm Ms. Herta radiates at all times. Indeed, a genius is a genius."
The Herta Puppet nodded in agreement.
"Exactly, a genius is a genius."
The Herta Puppet took out her phone, and with a swipe of her fair finger, sent a document to Bai Luan's phone.
"This is about the carpet's care instructions and precautions. Since your memory is so good, I won't say much more. Go back and read it yourself. Ask if there's anything you don't understand."
Bai Luan opened the document, flipping through it, countless words rapidly flashing past his eyes, constantly comparing with the memories in his mind, only stopping to glance when a memory slightly faltered.
"No problem. I hope Ms. Herta won't mind too many questions."
"Go ahead and ask. I might not reply anyway. If you send too many messages, I'll automatically flag your account and activate the auto-reply module."
Hmm, he had basically mastered everything. Bai Luan could even improve this document now, turning it into a foolproof instruction manual.
After the comparison was complete, Bai Luan stopped browsing.
"Finished skimming?"
"Yes."
The Herta Puppet looked at Bai Luan, who could talk while flipping through, effortlessly multitasking, and asked:
"How long will it take you to master these contents?"
He couldn't possibly say he had already mastered them now, could he?
Bai Luan pondered how to portray the demeanor of a genius, so he said in a somewhat uncertain tone:
"Perhaps… this afternoon?"
"You learn quite quickly, it seems. It looks like I can teach you more things in a day."
"Whatever you like."
"Then let me see your limit for a day."
The Herta Puppet stepped onto the carpet, aimed her hand at the carpet beneath her feet, and with a light tap of her finger, activated it. The patterns on the carpet glowed faintly with a light purple light.
The Herta Puppet turned her head to look at Bai Luan:
"Come up, I'll take you to the next place."
Bai Luan took a step forward and stepped onto the carpet. A suction force came from the carpet, firmly holding Bai Luan in place.
This was to prevent people from being thrown off if the carpet moved too fast.
What seemed like a thin layer of carpet could actually carry four or five people flying without any problem.
Technology, isn't it amazing?
But in fact, once you knew the principle, it was nothing extraordinary.
The Herta Puppet immediately started with a zero-frame launch, speeding off from a standstill.
The surrounding scenery rapidly blurred backward, a strong push-back sensation came, and the strong wind whistled against Bai Luan's face.
Even more critically, the Herta Puppet's driving style was extremely wild—right-angle drifts! Extreme wall-hugging! She even did a 360-degree aerial spin without warning!
Inside the Little Black Room, Bai Luan and the flying carpet appeared simultaneously, landing on the ground, and Bai Luan's face was pale.
He had never even ridden a roller coaster in his previous life, and now he was getting such an intense experience; who could handle it?
Herta inside the Little Black Room watched Bai Luan suddenly appear.
'Hmm… In my eyes, you just left and came back again, and your appearance clearly shows you've been through something before returning. There is indeed a difference in the flow of time."
Then Herta glanced around again. The moment Bai Luan appeared, in the blink of an eye, Herta's surroundings completely changed.
It was as if she had instantly teleported to another area.
How interesting.
Bai Luan, who had fallen to the ground, didn't reply but sat on the ground to recover for a while.
Then he looked at Herta and said in a complaining tone:
"You never told me you liked to race."
"Did the real me take you on a flying carpet"
Herta glanced at Bai Luan's current appearance again, smiled slightly, and said:
"Looking at you like this, you're not very accustomed to it."
"You say that even though you know."
Bai Luan retorted irritably.
"This is all because you suddenly started the car."
"This genius always pursues efficiency."
"Should have guessed."
After this buffer, Bai Luan's complexion gradually returned to normal. Then he began to ponder how to not show any fear all the way to the destination.
"Feigned bravery is easy to expose. Why don't you just go see the real me in your current state?"
Still making fun of me?
Bai Luan was about to say that, but when he looked at Herta, he found that her expression was serious as she made this suggestion.
"After all, you're quite cute like this."
"How could the real you not laugh at me?"
"It's precisely because I find you cute that I would laugh at you. Although the real me probably wouldn't admit that."
"The real you would say, "Because it's funny, I'm laughing at you, what's wrong?" right?"
"Aren't you quite understanding of me?"
Of course, I understand you. You and I have been in this Little Black Room together for who knows how long.
"Thanks, Herta. It's really easier to communicate with you here. I wish I could communicate with you like this outside too."
Bai Luan's figure disappeared from the Little Black Room.
After returning to reality, all the previous sensations reappeared. Bai Luan did not enter the Little Black Room again but slowly squatted down and grabbed the 絨毛 on the carpet with his hand.
"Ms. Herta, if possible, I hope you can go slower…"
The Herta Puppet looked back with a hint of surprise, seeing Bai Luan's face, drained of color and filled with 'weakness, pitifulness, and helplessness.'
"You… are afraid of this?"
Her tone carried a touch of disbelieving novelty.
After receiving a weak but extremely affirmative nod from Bai Luan, the Herta Puppet let out a short, playful chuckle.
"Heh… you're actually afraid of this?"
She seemed to have discovered something extremely interesting, carefully observing this young man who had consistently performed admirably since his arrival, even being considered 'smart.'
Who would have thought he would be defeated by the speed of a flying carpet?
"I'll go slower this time, but if you want to stay here for a long time, you'd best adapt quickly."
The flying carpet slowed down a bit, making Bai Luan sigh in relief.
Indeed, he still needed to quickly build a vehicle he could adapt to.