Chapter 2: The Moonlit Flowers
Plop!
Cough, cough...
Hua Mi stumbled to his feet, shaking off the dust and scanning his surroundings in the rustic wooden cabin.
The place appeared to be abandoned for quite some time. It contained only a table, a wooden bed, and was covered in a layer of dust. Various glass containers, pottery, and books were scattered around haphazardly.
"Have I crossed over?" Hua Mi murmured to himself.
He pinched himself to confirm that this wasn't a dream. The pain was real. He inspected his hand, and the spot where the blue bee had stung him was no longer painful, but there was a faint blue mark around the wound.
With a sense of wonder, he raised his hand and drew a simple oval in the air. Just like that, a "wormhole" filled with psychedelic colors appeared in front of him, quickly expanding into a portal large enough for one person to pass through.
Hua Mi took a deep breath and stepped through.
In the next moment, he found himself standing on soft ground with a familiar buzzing sound in his ears. He was back in his own flower field.
"Incredible!" Realizing he could travel between the two worlds, Hua Mi felt exhilarated.
This time, the portal didn't immediately disappear, seemingly under his control.
Taking a moment to compose himself, he traveled back to the small cabin.
Not sensing any immediate danger, he decided to familiarize himself with this environment first.
Hua Mi approached the only wooden table in the cabin and examined the items on it.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
Most of them were transparent glass products resembling test tubes and beakers, along with some pottery jars. The substances inside the jars had long since turned into black sludge, making it impossible to identify their original contents.
The scattered books had also become lumps of pulp, impossible to open, but their original appearance was still recognizable.
Among the rubble, one particular black leather-bound book stood out.
Hua Mi wiped off the dust and found that its surface was still glossy, as if it were brand new.
The first page contained a line of distorted text that seemed to be written in a language not found on Earth. Strangely, Hua Mi could understand it as if it were his mother tongue. Perhaps it was a gift from the blue bee.
"Could this be a notebook left behind by the owner of this cabin?" Hua Mi wondered. He was beginning to suspect that he had entered a magical world.
The presence of alchemy tools and containers in the cabin hinted at the owner being an alchemist, a legendary figure.
The notebook itself seemed to be enchanted, as it remained unaffected by decay, supporting his suspicions.
It seemed highly plausible.
Hua Mi's mind raced, and a plan began to take shape. He would start beekeeping in this world, producing various types of magic-infused honey, just like an alchemist! Always seeking superior flowers and honey, just like a mountaineer challenging higher peaks.
Hua Mi's thoughts wandered, envisioning the most wondrous developments.
After all, thinking didn't cost anything.
Action was necessary!
Hua Mi confidently drew a wormhole and returned to his flower field.
"Yue, what a polluted atmosphere," he remarked. In his eyes, the creatures of this world lived a pitiable existence compared to his.
The sudden appearance of the bees startled them, and they prepared to defend themselves, but upon seeing their beekeeper, they relaxed and resumed their honey-gathering missions.
Hua Mi realized a problem. It was daytime, and bees had a specific routine; they worked during the day and rested at night. At this moment, they wouldn't return to their hives.
"I'll have to wait until night," Hua Mi decided. Bees didn't behave like dogs, and to some extent, beekeepers had to rely on the biological rhythms of their bees.
However, something magical happened. When Hua Mi gazed at the bee swarm and thought about them returning to their hives, a sudden surge of electricity seemed to rush through his brain, and, with a "Bzz," a connection was established with the bees' collective consciousness.
It was a fascinating experience. In this state, he could precisely locate each bee within the swarm, sense their conditions, whether it was the queen bee, male bees, or worker bees - they were all under his control, as if they were an extension of his body.
"Back to the hive," Hua Mi transmitted the command via his thoughts, and the bee swarm instantly ceased their honey-gathering and flew back to their hives. It took just a few seconds for them to return.
"This is incredible," Hua Mi marveled at his newfound ability. With this skill, he could become the world's greatest beekeeper.
Ignoring the natural behaviors of bees, he could make them go wherever he wanted. Beekeeping was now a breeze.
"Some people gain superpowers from spider bites and become Spider-Man, and I gain superpowers from bee stings. Shall I call myself Bee-Man?" Hua Mi contemplated. The name was a bit too cute and lacked gravitas.
Unfortunately, compared to spiders, bats, and other creatures, bees were generally seen as diligent and adorable little beings.
But he realized that he could only control one group of bees at a time, and attempting to control multiple groups would be too taxing on his concentration.
As the bee swarm returned to their hives one after another, the buzz gradually quieted down, and the tranquility returned to the flower field.
Without wasting time, Hua Mi got to work!
There were only thirty hives, a task he could handle by himself.
During the process, Hua Mi decided to experiment with his teleportation ability. Anything he carried with him could be transported, whether it was inanimate objects or living creatures, like bees.
However, the teleportation was limited to specific areas - his flower field and the alchemical cabin on the other side. If he ventured beyond his flower field or the cabin, he couldn't create a "wormhole."
