IBO -Chapter 95 The Magical Karrendil Specialties

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Song Yiran did not store the two incubators containing the eggs into his light-brain.

He felt that putting them in the light-brain wasn’t very safe, so he entrusted Xiao Zhong’er with temporarily looking after them.

Xiao Zhong’er stored the two incubators in the system space.

Song Yiran led his younger brothers onto the starship he had booked. The moment they stepped inside, the children were immediately captivated by the interior facilities.

The interior of the starship was filled with a strong technological aesthetic, with metallic walls all around that emitted a cold glow.

Each of these metal walls had a button—pressing it would switch the wall to transparent mode, allowing passengers to fully enjoy the scenery along the journey.

Various kinds of chairs were arranged around the space: chairs made of magical vines, chairs made of elastic flowers, and chairs made of light clouds.

These chairs all came from Karrendil, and the materials used to make them were all Karrendil specialties.

Magical vines were golden all over, with blue leaves. When growing in the soil, these vines were extremely hard—hard enough to be made into weapons.

But once the magical vines naturally withered, they became incredibly soft, making them ideal for household items such as cushions, chairs, or quilts.

Elastic flowers were completely transparent, living up to their name—they were highly elastic.

They were larger than ordinary flowers; a single bloom was about the size of a small chair.

Their load-bearing capacity was remarkable—one flower could support the weight of ten adults.

Light clouds were real clouds—yes, actual clouds from the sky.

Unlike ordinary clouds, these had physical form and could be touched.

Though they looked thin and light, they were actually very soft and fluffy.

Light clouds came in many colors—blue, yellow, red, purple, and more.

Among the chairs stood a low table made from a sunflower.

Sunflowers were also a Karrendil specialty. These flowers were enormous, about the same size as the dining tables at the nursery.

The sunflowers were turquoise-green in color, their layered petals resembling overlapping curtains of gauze, and they felt very much like fabric to the touch.

This sunflower was a product of both magic and technology.

With the blessing of elven magic, the flower would remain permanently in bloom and never decay.

Along the edges of the petals was a virtual projection control panel. Once activated, the sunflower would enter light-brain connection mode.

At that point, a virtual projection would appear above the sunflower, similar to screen-casting on Blue Planet.

However, this projection was far more advanced—it could display 3D images of objects in midair, and the angle of the 3D image could be adjusted at any time.

The cockpit was at the very front, filled with numerous buttons and a control lever.

The starship had an autopilot mode—once the destination and route were entered, automatic navigation could be activated.

After setting up the autopilot, Song Yiran led the children to choose chairs to rest on.

Curious about these unfamiliar chairs, the children climbed on and off them, examining them closely.

Song Fu sat down on a magical vine chair and was immediately shocked by its incredible softness.

“Wow! This chair is so soft—softer than a quilt!”

Hearing this, Song Xiu Fox also found a magical vine chair, and he didn’t forget to get one for Song Yuexin as well.

Completely won over by the softness of the vine chair, Song Xiu Fox curled up comfortably, his eyes narrowing in contentment. “It really is! This chair is so soft!”

“It’s really comfortable!” Song Yuexin also looked blissful as she nestled into the chair.

Song Yang chose a light cloud chair. The moment he entered, his eyes were drawn to it.

A chair made of clouds!

How amazing—clouds from the sky could actually be made into chairs?

After sitting down, he immediately fell in love with it. It was incredibly comfortable—so soft and fluffy!

He even recommended it in his heart to Song An. “Big brother, this chair is really comfortable!”

Song An scoffed dismissively. It was just a chair—how comfortable could it possibly be?

But in the very next second, the one in control of this body became Song An.

“Damn it, what’s wrong with you? Why did you suddenly hand over control of the body to me?”

Song An questioned Song Yang angrily in his mind. That was way too sudden—he hadn’t been prepared at all!

That damn sweet idiot! He’d actually fallen for that naïve fool’s trick!

Song Yang automatically filtered out Song An’s anger and asked excitedly, “Brother, isn’t this chair super comfortable?”

“You—” Song An was so angry at Song Yang that he was about to open his mouth to mock him when he suddenly felt a soft, cushiony sensation coming from beneath him.

This chair… actually does feel really comfortable…

Before long, Song An completely sank into the gentle embrace of the light cloud chair.

Ah! Sitting on this chair is really so comfortable—this is what living is supposed to be like!

Song Chiyu also chose a light cloud chair. He felt that fluffy clouds matched his image perfectly!

He was covered in long fur, all of it very fluffy, and clouds were fluffy too.

So the light cloud chair suited him perfectly!

After gracefully leaping onto the chair, Song Chiyu was utterly won over by its comfort.

This chair is way too comfortable! It’s like sitting inside a soft, fluffy quilt!

Song Xianyue chose the elastic flower chair. It was his first time seeing a transparent flower!

And could a flower really be used as a chair?

Back when he was wandering, he had seen many kinds of flowers—flowers with razor-sharp petal edges, flowers as hot as flames, and flowers that would disperse the moment you touched them.

None of those flowers were suitable to be used as chairs.

After coming to the nursery, he had also seen many different flowers in the courtyard.

Those flowers were all beautiful, but also very fragile. They weren’t suitable as chairs either.

But the transparent flower in front of him, although it looked as big as a chair—could it really support his weight?

With this thought in mind, Song Xianyue decided to test it first. He carefully placed one front paw onto the petal.

After putting his paw on it, he discovered that the petal was very elastic and seemed capable of bearing his weight.

So he plopped his butt down onto the elastic flower chair—then immediately got bounced into the air.

The next second, he landed steadily back on the chair, then was bounced into the air again, then landed again…

Song Xianyue played to his heart’s content on the elastic flower chair, bouncing up and falling down, falling down and bouncing back up.

Seeing how happy Song Xianyue was, Song Yinyun also found an elastic flower chair and activated bounce-bounce mode.

Xiao Zhong’er was also attracted by the elastic flower chair. At this moment, he was bouncing back and forth on one of them.

While bouncing around, he enthusiastically recommended the elastic flower chair to Song Yiran.

“Song Yiran! Look at me! This chair is really, really fun!”

Song Yiran followed Xiao Zhong’er’s voice and saw him being bounced around by the elastic flower chair.

“Song Yiran, you should try it too! Getting bounced around like this is really fun!”

Xiao Zhong’er’s words made Song Yiran feel tempted. The elastic flower chair really did look fun—should he go try it too?

He should just try it! This was a rare opportunity, after all!

Song Yiran also picked an elastic flower chair and sat down. The moment he sat on it, he was bounced into the air.

At first, being bounced up made him a little scared, but the very next second he landed steadily back on the chair.

Then he was bounced up again, then fell back down, then bounced up again…

After repeating this cycle several times, the fear in Song Yiran’s heart completely disappeared.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind: the elastic flower chair is way too fun!

Song Yutu was sitting on a magic vine chair, leaning back against it as he looked thoughtfully in Song An’s direction.

Song An felt a gaze lingering on him the whole time, making him instinctively uncomfortable.

Who was staring at him like that?

Song An frowned and looked around, trying to find the culprit, but after scanning the area, he didn’t notice anything unusual.

Had he imagined it?

Song Yutu had already withdrawn his gaze the moment Song An noticed. He closed his eyes and recalled the scene he had just seen.

How could they be golden eyes?

He had clearly seen Song Yang close his eyes, then open them again—and his eye color had turned golden.

And even his demeanor had changed… becoming more like the Song Yang he knew.

In fact, during the few days since Song Yutu arrived in this spacetime, he had already noticed that something was off about Song Yang.

Although the Song Yang in this spacetime looked exactly like the one he knew, their personalities were completely different.

The Song Yang here was very soft and gentle—the kind of person who would get bullied if left outside, a total soft persimmon.

But that personality didn’t match the Song Yang in his memories at all.

In his own spacetime, Song Yang’s personality had always been fiery.

From childhood to adulthood, Song Yang had always been sharp-tongued, often able to say biting words that struck straight to the heart.

And there was always a sense of arrogance and unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes.

But the Song Yang of this spacetime was the complete opposite. From his observations over the past few days, this Song Yang was very mild-tempered, and his tongue wasn’t sharp at all.

The biggest difference was in the eyes. The Song Yang here always had a trace of… gentleness in his gaze.

Put nicely, it was gentleness. Put bluntly, he looked like a soft persimmon.

At first, Song Yutu thought it was just individual variation—after all, every spacetime developed differently. Maybe this Song Yang simply had this kind of personality.

But just now, he noticed something was wrong.

The Song Yang with golden eyes revealed an expression much closer to the Song Yang from his own spacetime.

Their eyes carried the same arrogance and refusal to lose.

But why were the eye colors different?

He remembered that Song Yang’s eyes had always been emerald green. So why did the golden-eyed Song Yang resemble the one he knew more?

Emerald green eyes, golden eyes; different gazes, different expressions…

Song Yutu suddenly understood.

The Song Yang of this spacetime had a split personality!

To verify his guess, he sent a message to Song Yiran.

[Song Yutu]: Brother, does the Song Yang here have a split personality?

After seeing the message, Song Yiran thought for a moment, then used “going to the bathroom together” as an excuse to pull Song Yutu to the restroom entrance.

After making sure no one had secretly followed them, Song Yiran explained to Song Yutu, “Tutu, actually, it’s like this…”