Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

A flying dagger appeared in Yang Ling's palm, and he immediately activated the skill: Object Control.

Suddenly, he felt as if his perception had materialized, becoming like an extension of his own body, moving at his will.

"Can this really work?"

Yang Ling's eyes lit up as he looked at the flying dagger in his palm. The next second, the dagger trembled as it rose into the air, hovering steadily.

"I'm not skilled enough yet."

Yang Ling thought for a moment, then decided to test the limits of this Object Control skill.

He raised his head and looked toward the top of the cavern.

The distance from here to the surface was at least 400 meters!

"Go."

When the dagger exceeded nearly 300 meters of distance, the connection between them abruptly severed.

The dagger carried forward dozens of meters on momentum before falling vertically.

"It seems my Spirit limit is a 300-meter range? But my perception extends far beyond that."

"This means Object Control consumes more Spirit and has stricter requirements."

At that moment, the dagger fell dozens of meters, and his Spirit once again sensed it.

The flying dagger stopped abruptly, hovering in midair.

Yang Ling continued his experiments, sending the dagger circling around him several times.

The test results were similar to before, estimating the range at roughly 200 to nearly 300 meters.

"My Spirit is 280 points, so my controllable range is probably around 280 meters. One point of Spirit corresponds to one meter of range extension..."

"This distance should increase as my Spirit grows."

"280 meters... not too long, not too short either. There's plenty of room to work with in that range."

"Wait, let me check my weight limit. If the upper limit is high enough, I wouldn't even need to control flying daggers..."

With a thought, nine flying daggers appeared before him.

Each Quenched-Gold Armor-Piercing Flying Dagger weighed approximately one tael.

His Spirit latched onto the daggers, and all nine soared into the air at once.

Ten flying daggers danced through the sky.

It was a bit clumsy at first, but before long, Yang Ling grew increasingly proficient.

Wherever he wanted the daggers to go, they went.

Each dagger could even fly in a completely different direction simultaneously.

It felt a bit like dividing his attention ten ways.

"Let me try ten more."

Soon, another ten Quenched-Gold Armor-Piercing Flying Daggers rose into the air.

Controlling twenty flying daggers at once made Yang Ling feel somewhat unskilled.

Only after at least five minutes of testing did he gradually get the hang of it.

"Ten more!"

This time, Yang Ling failed. Only eight Quenched-Gold Armor-Piercing Flying Daggers lifted off.

The remaining two refused to budge no matter what.

If he forced the issue, the daggers already in the air would begin to slip from his control.

At the same time, manipulating all 28 flying daggers gave him a feeling of hitting his absolute limit.

"No way, two jin and eight liang? That's my weight limit for Object Control?"

"280 points of Spirit corresponds to two jin and eight liang? So 10 points of Spirit equals one liang of controllable weight?"

Yang Ling felt somewhat disappointed.

Refusing to accept it, he stored the daggers away and turned his gaze toward Lin Caiyi, who was nearest to him.

"Let me just test whether my Object Control is really only two jin and eight."

He stared at Lin Caiyi, attempting to lift her.

The next second, a wave of dizziness struck him. Yang Ling immediately closed his eyes to steady himself.

He was now certain that his Object Control weight limit was indeed two jin and eight liang.

Meanwhile, Lin Caiyi suddenly let out a startled yelp, leaping up from the ground. She looked around in shock and confusion, her face flushing bright red.

Just now... someone had pinched her butt!?

Lin Caiyi scanned her surroundings. Because the cavern was enormous, everyone was spaced at least ten meters apart.

Those present were either refining Foundation Consolidation Pills, cultivating their Internal Technique Methods, or practicing Martial Arts Techniques.

Everyone was focused on their own business. There was no way anyone could have sneak-attacked her.

Then she looked toward Yang Ling, who was nearly a hundred meters away.

He was sitting with his eyes closed in cultivation. He couldn't have done it either.

"Was it an illusion?"

Lin Caiyi pondered for a moment, then let out a light laugh.

"Must have been my imagination."

She sat back down.

Yang Ling was intently studying his Game Panel and didn't notice what was happening with Lin Caiyi.

In the Internal Technique section, the details for reaching Transcendent mastery of the Divine Ape Contemplation Diagram had been unlocked.

[Divine Ape Contemplation Diagram]

[Transcendent: Grants 120 points of Spirit, Attached Skill: Divine Ape Spirit Body]

Yang Ling felt the name was somewhat ambiguous and couldn't deduce its function from the name alone.

However, the fact that Transcendent mastery added 120 points of Spirit made his mouth water.

"At that point, my Object Control range will increase by 120 meters, reaching around 400 meters!"

"As for the weight limit... it doesn't seem to increase by much either. The cap would only be four jin..."

"I'm only at two jin and eight liang right now. To lift a full-grown adult male weighing 150 jin..."

"Would I need a full 15,000 points of Spirit?"

Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't think he'd ever have a chance at 15,000 points of Spirit.

And even if he did, all it would let him do is lift a 150-jin adult.

"What's the point of that? A person is alive. The moment they move or struggle, they're definitely more than 150 jin. In other words, 15,000 points of Spirit could only control a dead body weighing 150 jin."

Yang Ling dismissed the idea of using Spirit directly against enemies.

"Both White Bone Daoist and White Bone Elder can forge a spiritual barrier with their Spirit."

"That would actually be useful. I suspect Spirit needs a corresponding skill to unleash its full power."

"But I don't have a skill like that. If I tried to use Object Control to simulate a spiritual barrier, I could only stop a mouse weighing no more than half a jin."

"After all, even a slightly larger mouse would generate momentum exceeding two jin and eight liang when it charges."

"..."

Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh again.

He had confirmed that Object Control was best used on inanimate objects.

"As long as I'm controlling inanimate objects, there are still plenty of applications."

"Wait, can I directly..."

A sudden thought struck Yang Ling, and he immediately looked at his own palm.

He attempted to use Object Control to cut off his own blood flow.

His palm began to indent, as if an invisible hand were pressing down on it.

"No good. It only works on the surface..."

"Can I use Object Control through my facial orifices?"

With that thought, Yang Ling tried it on himself again.

He felt his Spirit drill into his nostril.

But he discovered that once his Spirit entered such a narrow passage, it became increasingly faint and fragile.

It barely extended a few centimeters before dissipating entirely.

Yang Ling felt a tickle in his nose and wanted to sneeze, but he forcefully suppressed it.

"Either my Spirit isn't strong enough yet, or there are many restrictions on Spirit in this regard."

"Or maybe I just haven't mastered the right technique for this kind of application?"

"For now, I can be certain that inanimate objects are still the most useful."

Yang Ling devoted himself fully to the 28 flying daggers.

He wanted to test how long his spiritual endurance could last.

The 28 Quenched-Gold Armor-Piercing Flying Daggers circled continuously at nearly a hundred meters above the ground.

Sometimes hovering in place, sometimes shooting forward at full speed!

"It's agile, sure, but the power isn't as great as when I actually throw them. After all, my Spirit isn't as high as my Strength..."

"However, when I use Heaven's Will Divine Blade normally, Object Control can slightly alter its flight trajectory."

"A flying dagger that can turn mid-air... who could possibly block that!"

After about half an hour, Yang Ling began to feel mentally fatigued.

Just as the daggers were about to slip from his control, he recalled them.

"Hmm, the limit for controlling 28 flying daggers simultaneously is half an hour."

"Distance limit: roughly 280 meters."

"Weight limit for Object Control: two jin and eight liang."

"Next, let me try controlling just a single flying dagger and see how long I can last."

Yang Ling closed his eyes and cultivated the Divine Ape Contemplation Diagram to recover his Spirit.

Once his Spirit was mostly restored, he would conduct the next experiment.

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