Now all I can do is open a tunnel a few millimeters wide, let the ants go through, and stage a top war to save people?
"Save the survivors of Earth's apocalypse wasteland? Remote control hair?" Fu Qingjun glanced at the ants and shook his head, "This isn't stupid, right? My hair's going to have to be several thousand meters long at least; wouldn't it stretch into a telephone pole?"
Not to mention, you have to wait for the nuclear radiation to dissipate a bit.
Coming to this world, Fu Qingjun was highly adaptable and quite soon felt hungry again, so he began cooking.
Home is gone, but life still goes on.
Although occupying someone else's nest, there's a temporary home in the Parallel World, but he really doesn't have any sense of belonging, after all, there is a dead body lying on the floor at home!
Should he rely on the warmth of the pretty elder sister next door?
Not realistic.
On the other hand, there are people he cares about.
Soon after breakfast, he looked out the window as the bright sunshine of the other world cast down; the city was unusually noisy, but he felt no desire to explore outside.
Fu Qingjun scratched his head and started thinking again about last night's research,
"How could ants... build a city? Is it possible that low-grade insects without souls are forcibly forming blank souls with my infusion?"
This is a very crucial discovery!
"But the brain capacity is too small, so they can only be like ghosts parasitizing on the ants, and they dissipate after a while?"
Maybe that's why this morning the ants' brains were empty and they kept wandering around.
After all, most insects and even fish don't have a cerebral cortex, only a few higher life forms have activities like "emotion" and "thought."
If that's the case, perhaps he should get some intelligent animals with an innate soul and a higher brain structure, like cats and dogs... their brains can perfectly accommodate a large absorption of soul substance and truly become demonized!
Gurgle.
His stomach let out another hungry cry.
"It's only been an hour since breakfast, and I'm hungry again." Fu Qingjun took a look and suddenly found the rice jar empty; he had eaten half a jar of rice just yesterday.
Is this even human?
It's practically a bottomless pit.
Fu Qingjun even suspected he was eating on behalf of those ants!
"Need to figure out a way to buy rice."
But going out is impossible; even with a dead person in the house, he won't go out. He plans to ask the mature elder sister next door to help buy rice, and also to go to the train station and ask for leave for the original owner.
After all, having the same face is quite useful.
Fu Qingjun vaguely remembered Li Mo's working hours outside, so he squatted at the door for a while and indeed heard sounds next door as Li Mo from Room 307 opened the door.
Quickly, Li Mo looked at the small head poking out from the door crack, Fu Qingjun sitting at the doorway gazing beyond the corridor scenery, instantly feeling awkward.
This ruthless and fierce train station figurehead, why is he peeking out from the door crack?
She glanced through the crack in surprise at Fu Qingjun's shoulder-length hair, the young lady's face full of confusion, why did his hair grow out?
Stamp, stamp, stamp.
But she had already lost her curiosity due to Fu Qingjun's "confession"; pretending not to see him, she walked faster without looking sideways.
"I'm wearing a wig."
But at this moment, Fu Qingjun had no intention of letting her go.
The master said, among people, whoever is embarrassed first is at a disadvantage.
Although he tried to act deep and stern, he couldn't pull it off, having never killed even a chicken before, so he simply tried to appear serious, sticking his head out saying, "Li Mo, I've been training in martial arts lately, and I'm at a crucial stage. I need you to help me ask for leave at the train station."
"Oh."
Li Mo felt relieved hearing Fu Qingjun not talk about anything embarrassing this time, not even investigating the real vs. fake hair issue, "The train station, right? I can take a detour when I go to work. But Brother Fu is trying to break through? Though you clearly have lost..."
However, it seems there might be some other unconventional martial arts, using forceful yang breakthrough.
Suddenly, she had an epiphany.
Her heart filled with subtle loss and guilt.
After all, he had earnestly professed his love yesterday, and it was the first time she saw this fierce and commanding gang leader, so gentle and soft-spoken just to her, his face tender and youthful...
Fu Qingjun had no clue what she was thinking, responding to the conversation, "Yes, trying to break through, so I need to focus and can't go out much lately."
"It would be great if you can break through,"
Li Mo said happily, "During that fight a few days ago, I thought Brother Fu would win, devour the whole dock's unloading business, but who knew that guy cheated! He had some unknown underling pointing a gun from the crowd under the ring; Brother Fu got distracted by the black barrel and was taken advantage of...."
"That guy has no martial ethics, yet he claims he didn't use the gun, breaking no rules." Fu Qingjun listened to Li Mo's words and faintly had fragmented memories surfacing.
Li Mo was extremely angry too, and they both reached an agreement: "But if Brother Fu can break through, the brothers underneath are waiting to strike back and show him who really rules the train station!"
Fu Qingjun remained silent.
How to motivate again? He's already hung up.
Though Fu Qingjun attentively listened, indirectly nodding to Brother Fu's glorious deeds.
As he listened, he felt the whole affair was odd.
Having no connections, capital, or resources, yet in three years, his strong personal charisma helped gather a group of brothers at the train station, all relying on his fierce spirit like a savage wolf.
As a frank and straightforward person who never used deceit, had a bright and honest demeanor, someone with greatness and integrity, his Iron Wire Fist swept across the land, gaining the support of the community. Li Mo was often harassed by local thugs before, and it was Fu Qingjun who helped her out.
Listening to such heroic greatness, Fu Qingjun couldn't help but admire and give a thumbs up, feeling proud of himself.
However, doubts began to emerge.
Such a person is fierce, stubborn, determined, ruthless, and loyal. How could they hang themselves in cowardice after being schemed against? They should have bitten back viciously.
Fu Qingjun pondered that there must be something fishy, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
How the death occurred isn't important; what's important is how to inherit the legacy.
And the Iron Wire Fist?
Fu Qingjun mused that there really might be some martial arts.
That marble-like precision of muscle, clearly a normal 1.9-meter stature yet over 300 pounds, shows how exaggerated the muscle density is?
This is almost beyond what a normal human can achieve.
Fu Qingjun said, "I'll leave asking for leave to you! If possible, please tell the brothers at the station not to disturb me before I emerge, so as not to alert anyone, and I need absolute quiet."
"No problem, I'll discreetly inform them not to disturb you." Li Mo said, somewhat embarrassingly, "About the job I requested…"
"Rest assured, as promised! Once I emerge, I'll immediately arrange it."
Fu Qingjun took out some silver and said, "Besides the leave, there's no rice at home. Please help buy some when you go out later."
"No problem."
After confirming Li Mo set out, Fu Qingjun returned to his room.
And this corpse indeed needed to be dealt with.
The weather isn't too hot now, so it's alright for another day or two. After that, the smell would be impossible to mask...
"I need a new batch of ant experiment materials." Next, Fu Qingjun placed a few grains of rice on the floor of his room, directly manipulating an ant to inform others there's food here, summoning the ant colony.
Soon, this informant ant led a group of ants in a line to find food.
Fu Qingjun inserted one by one into their heads using hair to eliminate them, thereby continually assimilating the ant colony. Eventually, most ants defected and even collectively dragged back an Ant Queen that was struggling, legs up.
"Done."
Fu Qingjun planned to conduct another large-scale "war on the top" later, needing to study what's going on with these ants.
Then, with nothing to do, he looked at a sunflower and suddenly slapped his forehead, "Ah! I forgot I've never inserted into a plant."
He began enthusiastically inserting hair into the plant, finding he could channel energy, but the process was incredibly clumsy, unlike the rapid pace with animals.
"Spray it full."
Fu Qingjun didn't mind the time. After finishing, he checked the corpse and, bizarrely, it had not started to stink, even looking vivid as if it had recently died...
"Could it be that this muscle density is such that even microbes can't bite through, hence no odor?" Fu Qingjun was completely shocked. Martial arts? This World War II world seems to be hiding some unusual mysterious forces.
He rummaged through his house and indeed found two martial arts manuals in a hidden compartment.
One was basic entry-level stake skills, strength endurance, seemingly common.
The other was the Iron Wire Fist.
On opening the Iron Wire Fist manual, there was a line of words:
"Without Fu Family Village blood, it cannot be practiced."
Fu Qingjun glanced through it, feeling it not so mysterious.
The depicted little figures are posing, punching, exercising specific muscle groups, combined with special concoctions, continuously honing the muscles and power of the arms, and wearing several iron rings as weapons.
He even found a special concoction jar beside the manual, seemingly used with the Iron Wire Fist practice.
Although he was mentally prepared, seeing it still brought some disappointment, "Iron Wire Fist, the name is plain, feels traditional, not that flying and teleporting kind."
Three hours passed; at noon, Li Mo returned with supplies.
"I informed your brothers about everything; they are excited and said they await your return." Li Mo said as a messenger.
"Understood, tell the brothers to wait! Absolutely no disturbances, martial arts breakthroughs require peace.... You can leave the items at the door." Fu Qingjun shut the door.
Fu Qingjun continued cooking a big pot, gulping down white rice.
After several hours, by afternoon, Fu Qingjun suddenly sensed a mysterious sensation from the ants.
His eyes revealed a trace of excitement,
"These ants are acting strange again!"
"Wait, during last night's war on the top, I filled my brain, and after several hours, when sleeping, the ants gained intelligence... Now it's filled again, several hours have passed similarly..."
Fu Qingjun became excited, vaguely grasping something.
Could it be that after being charged, a few hours of fermentation is needed before intelligence initially sprouts?
He started studying those ants!
This time clearly sensing those ants lacked their own souls, now seeming to produce some brand-new high-quality blank parasitic souls attached to each ant's body.
The ants began crawling chaotically, seeming to possess advanced intelligence, curiously exploring their surroundings.
It appears that these souls from Fu Qingjun are of such a high order that after becoming demonic, they instantly possess mature souls.
They don't need to progress from infancy, maturity... and so on stages, like humans or any primates, constantly growing to improve their intelligence and develop their souls. They...
Are born sacred!
Fu Qingjun inexplicably thought of this term.
"Last night, my dream wasn't really a dream; it truly had that high level of intelligence in an instant!"
"They can absorb the knowledge I teach like a sponge, immediately starting to develop tribes, even researching various siege strategies."
"And now, they are actually... establishing their own nation on their own! Developing their own garden!" Fu Qingjun sat astonished at the table, watching the ants autonomously build a castle on the wooden table, moving freely without his control.
He witnessed a sight beyond belief in his lifetime.