Chapter 111: Rich, But Not Very Rich
Colin sent out solution after solution, swiftly dispatching his ideas like a machine. Luckily, it was all conveyed through thought transmission; if he had to use a keyboard, his fingers might have broken by now. But some of these “wishes” from the special talents were truly bizarre…
[“…Perhaps, she wants a child of her own, fulfilling a long-lost desire to be a mother…”]
“Uh… this…” Colin’s expression turned odd. Even if the survivor built a good relationship with this special talent, progressing to that stage, it wasn’t like they could instantly get pregnant and have a baby… Besides, there might be reproductive isolation between people from different worlds…
Russell, for example, had spent the last six months hanging out with his three female servants—”maid,” “cook,” and “assassin”—but no children had come of it. No one had studied this; no one knew where the problem lay.
After a few seconds, Colin thought for a moment, “Why don’t you try calling her ‘Mom’…?” But that was just a random quip. He didn’t seriously consider sending that message. Instead, he suggested alternatives involving “pets” or “dolls” before finally sending the most extreme solution, just in case.
Regardless of how they felt about it, they needed to be mentally prepared for this scenario. Ultimately, what to choose was their business, as long as it didn’t escalate to a level-three special talent—everything was still manageable.
After a period of intense mental work, Colin felt mentally exhausted for the first time. Sanna, sitting beside him, wanted to give him a massage but feared disturbing his thoughts, so she occasionally boosted him with a buff, casting Winds of Revival.
Already over 300… Colin felt his brain overheating, his mental reserves severely depleted.
“Your boss’s head is smoking…” Russell whispered to Li Chou, munching on chocolate. On Colin’s head, the sweat turned into steam, faintly smoking.