Chapter 032: Best Left Buried in the Heart

Wang Bo once had a dream.

In his dream, he became a Superman named Clark Kent. Then, upon waking, he discovered that he had acquired the ability to absorb sunlight and become infinitely stronger.

Last night, Wang Bo had another dream.

In his dream, he became the first-generation JoJo, and when he woke up this morning, Wang Bo found that his way of breathing was very different from yesterday.

His breathing became very rhythmic, and with each breath, he felt a power being born within the blood of his body.

This power flowed along his blood, merging into every limb and bone of his body.

This made Wang Bo feel that he had become even stronger.

This is Ripple Qigong.

The principle of Ripple Qigong is very simple: breathing is connected to the blood, for blood carries oxygen from the lungs; the oxygen in the blood relates to the cells, and the cells constitute the physical body.

Just as throwing a stone into water creates ripples, using a special breathing technique generates ripples within the body, thereby producing immense power.

What's more interesting is that Ripple Qigong can damage the undead body of vampires because the ripple has an effect similar to sunlight.

This is what gave Wang Bo a headache.

Because his superhuman physique is strengthened by absorbing sunlight.

After waking up, he found that his breathing rhythm had changed, and the Ripple Breathing Technique had become instinctive—every breath generated ripples.

And the ripple has the effect of sunlight, meaning that Wang Bo grows stronger with every breath.

This is just too fucking ridiculous.

If it were anyone else, they might have gone crazy with joy by now.

But for Wang Bo, he didn't want the Ripple Breathing Technique at all, because it meant that Wang Bo was constantly getting stronger twenty-four hours a day.

And if he also basks in the sun during the day, absorbing sunlight, that means Wang Bo is getting stronger at double the rate.

In just a few years, he might be able to withstand a nuclear bomb like Superman in the movies. If he accidentally lost control, not only Earth but even the sun would be in danger of destruction.

This is fucking troublesome.

Don't be fooled by Wang Bo basking in the sun these past few days—it doesn't mean he's about to become a superhero.

He only wanted the power to protect himself.

Once the matter of Hamunaptra was over, Wang Bo would stop sunbathing and return to his nocturnal lifestyle.

But now, he suddenly had a JOJO dream, acquired the Ripple, and breathing became instinct. Even at night, relying on the power of the Ripple, his body was constantly growing stronger.

The state of living by night and sleeping by day lost all meaning in that moment.

For a moment, Wang Bo felt utterly despondent.

He really didn't want to become a Superman, because Superman was just too powerful, and he wasn't the kind of pure, lily-white soul like Clark Kent, who could constantly remind himself not to lose control, to maintain self-control.

He truly had no self-confidence; he could suppress himself at all times.

What if one day, feeling displeased, one suddenly got the idea of destroying the world?

By then, who the hell could come to stop me.

What if, after destroying the world, he regretted it? There is no cure for regret under heaven.

After all, he was just an ordinary person, not at all the kind of superhero with an incredibly strong mindset.

"Are you awake?"

Just as Wang Bo was in extreme distress, Laura's voice suddenly came from outside the tent.

Wang Bo responded, crawled out of his sleeping bag, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the tent holding the Book of the Dead. "Good morning, Lara."

You're here this morning—would you like to eat breakfast together? O'Connell boiled some milk.

"Milk?" Wang Bo was taken aback. He remembered that among the food his group had brought, there didn't seem to be any milk.

Laura said, 'O'Connor borrowed it from those Americans.'

"Alright." Wang Bo nodded. Having a glass of milk in the desert didn't seem so bad either.

As he walked, he tried to disrupt his own breathing, and the power of the Ripple instantly vanished.

But this was of no use, because the breathing technique of the Ripple Qigong had become impossible to perform; as long as Wang Bo was even slightly careless, the Ripple within his body would emerge.

Wang Bo arrived at an open space and found that Jonathan and Evelyn were already up, each holding a glass of milk and a bag of cookies.

"Would you like a cup?" O'Connor asked, rising as he saw Wang Bo approaching.

"Thank you." Wang Bo nodded.

O'Connor stood up, poured a glass of milk for Wang Bo, then hugged the biscuits and began to eat.

Wang Bo was no exception.

After all, this is the desert; having milk to drink is already quite good.

After downing a steaming cup of milk along with some decent biscuits, Wang Bo felt quite satisfied.

After finishing breakfast, Jonathan asked, "When are we going down to find the treasure?" The thought of that lovely gold made him restless with impatience.

Evelyn rolled her eyes at him and said impatiently, "What's the rush? Let me finish eating first. It's not like the treasure is going anywhere."

After scolding her brother, she turned to Wang Bo and said, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Wang Bo shook his head. "I had a terrible dream last night. What about you?"

Evelyn said, "Last night I dreamed that I brought back the Golden Sun Sutra, caused a sensation around the world, became a famous archaeologist, and entered the school of my dreams."

"That's a good dream, then."

"Of course."

Seeing Evelyn's excited expression, Wang Bo deflated her enthusiasm: "A good dream, but I must remind you, Evelyn, that the Golden Sun Scripture is a book of magic. Anyone who holds it and is proficient in ancient Egyptian can use the spells recorded in it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Evelyn's face turned pale. She wasn't stupid; how could she not understand Wang Bo's meaning?

Once the secret of the Golden Sun Scripture is discovered, she will face endless pursuit and assassination.

No individual, nor any nation, could protect her.

So this matter is best kept buried deep in one's own heart.

In other words, the idea of achieving fame and success through the Sun Golden Sutra can be abandoned.

"I hate you." Evelyn said crossly. "Why did you have to tell me something so cruel."

"Because this is reality, Your Highness."

O'Connor nodded and said, "I agree with Wang Bo. Reality, though beautiful, is also cruel. You'd better keep this matter to yourself, Evelyn."

"All right, all right, I admit you're right. I'll keep this matter to myself," Evelyn said, indicating she wouldn't court death—after all, she was still young and unwilling to make enemies of the whole world.

Although she longed for fame and success, she wanted to live even more.