My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 257 - 185 What’s Next_3

Chapter 257: Chapter 185 What’s Next_3

Considering walls have ears, for the sake of future secrecy so as not to "spill the beans", we’ve got to give them code names.

Let’s call them... "Night Demon".

Meng Lang solemnly wrote down the two characters for "Night Demon" in his notebook.

After making sure he hadn’t missed any key information, he closed the notebook and picked up "Silent Hill" again.

When he saw the photo tucked into the book, Meng Lang couldn’t help but laugh.

It was a picture of him in sportswear, proudly holding a table tennis trophy, seemingly quite happy.

Seems like... being talented did feel pretty good, huh?

However, in the photo, half of his hair had already turned white, making him look every bit the weathered uncle.

The fact once again proved the safety of the "brain overclocking" skill; even with frequent use, at least up until 2043, the impact on the body was bearable.

At most, it just turned a person with black hair into one with white hair.

As for whether overuse might affect the brain’s lifespan...

Well, I’d have to wait until I actually died of old age to figure that out!

Trading lifespan for intelligence seemed like a pretty good deal for the guys.

Ha! The joy of this damned short-lived devil...

Moreover, this brother’s "human experiment" showed that occasional use shouldn’t have too much of an effect on me, but it could be used to deal with certain emergencies.

Like if I ran into a mini boss like Yuan Li again, I shouldn’t be utterly powerless to fight back.

After all, in the world of martial arts, speed is unmatched!

Neo could dodge bullets after cheating.

I wonder if I could dodge steel needles after overclocking?

With such a cheat device available, I’m already thinking about how to improve my "self-preservation" skills.

Though when facing the enemy’s "assassins", it’s better to use wits rather than risk bodily harm.

But it’s always good to be prepared for any eventuality.

Looking back at these life experiences, the bodyguards I hired definitely lacked severely in strength; the "assassins" roamed unchecked as if entering a land of no defense.

But I can’t really blame Cheng Biao and Ah Xing, even if they could take on ten at a time, they’re still just ordinary people in the end.

They’d still be brought down by a single needle from someone like "Eastern Invincible".

"Perhaps equipment is a good starting point, but weapons and armor, especially firearms, are hard for ordinary people to get.

Or maybe I could consider mass distribution of ’overclocking potions’?" Meng Lang stroked his chin.

Even with side effects, that’s better than death, and if using it doesn’t kill you, then use it like there’s no tomorrow!

Haven’t you heard what they say in the books? A life lived with gusto, even in death is vivacious!

Worst comes to worst, in the next episode, we start from scratch!

Meng Lang turned to the last page of the book, looking at the technical appendices for the issue.

As expected, it was one of the "three great problems" and its "problem-solving approach".

He wrote four or five pages of dense calculations, instantly making Meng Lang lose interest in reading it.

As usual, he scanned and backed up the document.

Looking at the data in hand, Meng Lang suddenly had a thought and immediately turned on the computer, making sure to use multiple layers of anonymity protection measures.

Then came a rapid flurry of typing and searching, quickly finding the email address of Wei Yidong from Yanjing University.

This information was basically public, so it wasn’t difficult.

He pasted the "problem-solving approach" he just got, thought for a moment, and deleted the latter half.

He then wrote a line in the email, confirmed it was correct, and hit send.

...

Yanjing University’s faculty housing.

Wei Yidong, with hair like a bird’s nest, sat in front of a desk covered in papers, deep in thought, occasionally making calculations on the computer.

Ever since he saw that problem, he had been obsessed, locking himself away for several days.

"Ding!" A notification for a new email popped up on the bottom right corner of his screen.

As someone who always replied to emails promptly, he clicked it open without a second thought, his mind still processing calculations.

However, the moment he saw the email, he was stunned.

"Hm? This..."

Disbelieving, he swept aside the papers on his desk, leaning closer to the screen.

Then, his eyes grew wider and wider...

"Someone actually solved it already?" He found it hard to believe.

He was even finding it difficult to get started.

He was engrossed in the material.

Suddenly, the elegant calculation came to an abrupt end...

"What about the rest?"

Crazed with curiosity, he read on, only to find a single line of text...