"A dreamlike world." Fu Qingjun lowered his head, "The civilization of ants!"
They cannot see themselves, even if they are sitting right in front of them.
There's a saying online that ants are two-dimensional beings in a certain sense, while humans are three-dimensional. And low-dimensional life forms cannot perceive higher-dimensional beings.
Actually, regardless of whether this view is correct, ants truly cannot see themselves.
Because ants have extremely low vision, as super near-sighted creatures, they don't rely on sight to perceive the outside world.
Ants' eyesight simply can't grasp the full form of a gigantic human.
Even if pressed closely, it's like humans pressed against a ten-thousand-meter skyscraper, only being able to see a vague corner, a part of a fingernail, a section of skin...
"Sitting right in front of them, they cannot possibly catch a glimpse of me."
Fu Qingjun sat on the table, his hair already hanging down level with the ground, the strands dancing, overlooking the ants on the table.
Like an indescribable enormous cosmic Demon God, overlooking the Earth.
Fu Qingjun found an account book belonging to the original owner, turned to a fresh page, and wrote with a pen "Desk Creature Experiment Zone 01", then started recording data:
"Through soul injection, from the beginning, ants possess extremely high intelligence...."
Soon, just as he noted down, something stranger appeared. In Fu Qingjun's eyes, their movements gradually sped up, as if accelerating...
Double,
Triple,
....
Seven-fold!
Speed increased seven-fold, becoming a blur.
"They are speeding up their movements??"
Fu Qingjun vaguely sensed the reason, excitedly jotting down anomalies as if recording experimental data in a chemistry lab, watching the petri dish,
"Preliminary speculation, such a powerful high-quality soul, with a normal consciousness seven times the speed of thought, clearly mismatched with their low-level ant physique!"
"Like a super CPU suddenly confined within an extremely sluggish, slow old model, only able to move at a turtle's pace."
"Thought and consciousness speed seven times, physical movement speed one time, thus, the ant's body receives some spiritual hint or stimulation, directly prying open body potential as if burning life to an extreme state, actions start to wildly speed up, keeping pace with soul thought speed."
"In a word, what their brain envisioned... the body started catching up!"
Fu Qingjun, astonished, viewed the entire ant colony from a peculiar perspective, murmuring: "Their movements sped to match the thought speed. Is this... the legendary seven times World King Fist?"
This is likely the soul forcibly activating body potential, sevenfold acceleration overload, ready to collapse the ant's genes at any time.
"Wait! These ants' super high-level souls, due to my input, so their bodies must move seven times faster to keep pace....."
"Meaning, my soul thought awareness, in essence.... is already seven times faster than my weak body?"
Through ants, Fu Qingjun thoroughly realized his powerful soul confined by weak bodily flesh was the cause of his headaches.
Under normal conditions, his thoughts and movements should be seven times faster than ordinary people! Others would see him as a blur, he'd truly be a superhuman!
But the body couldn't keep up, like trapped inside an old model.
"Perhaps, I can too pry open some body limits like ants, enter overload, let movement catch up with my super thought."
"However, for the body, it's instant suicide."
Fu Qingjun pondered and frowned: "I should train my body, let weak physical qualities catch up. This is the right path; this entirely digests my foundation, transforming into strength."
He suddenly recalled those martial arts secrets, perhaps he could give them a try.
He kept summarizing the experimental process, and at this time, ants moving at sevenfold speed began to explore anew on ruins, establishing their own kingdom.
To some extent, their perceived time for one hour equates to seven hours for a normal person, actions fast as a blur.
Yet, at such quick motions, Fu Qingjun could see clearly through his hair....
This was indeed strange.
Could my hair really be my feelers, like numerous antennas sensing the world?
"Now, am I teaching them to build castles again?" Fu Qingjun sat by the window, watching the table, like nurturing a pile of crawling millet grains, finding it very amusing.
Ants had begun researching the entire world.
The world on the table was blank, devoid of knowledge, wisdom, and civilization. Everything starting from zero, like ancient apes exploring life's meaning from an animal era, hunting, communicating...
That Ant Queen seemed to start ruling over the new ant tribe, probing everywhere.
This time Fu Qingjun didn't intervene.
Just quietly observing the ant colony on the wooden table, not teaching them anything, watching them develop naturally.
He suddenly remembered his childhood self, squatting on the ground watching ants transport food, often circling them with water, or teasing them with sticks...
Soon, these ants scattered apart, began exploring the remnants of the previous night, castle rooms, like entering a maze.
They even found stored food by the previous ants in the rooms.