My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world-Chapter 159: soon

He slapped the manual override, cooling fog hissed. Temperature fell, microbes slowed.

SP log:

Panic +80 SP

Agony +60 SP

But if they died, production would halt. He checked nutrient levels; still high. Likely the coil rune cracked from Auri's earlier overheat.

Kent replaced the damaged plate with a spare, whispered thanks god. Within minutes, Sphere 2 glowed teal again.

He made a note: Need rune-shunt fail-safe.

(Yesterday's carrot sample sales to two city chefs had added a neat pile.)

Kent pinched the bridge of his nose. "A tank three times larger, rune-cooled walls, pressure vent… No, better make it a cube—easy rune layout."

His Architect of Creation skill hummed in the back of his thoughts, eager.

2 Designing the TankKent sat at the workbench and sketched on cheap graph paper:

2 × 2 × 2-foot cube—clear reinforced spirit-glass panes.

Corner pillars of void-steel wire for strength.

Floor lined with six heat-sink runes and six cool-mist runes, all routed to one feedback plate.

Lid: sliding panel with micro-valve for sampling.

Internal paddle fans, rune-powered, to keep nutrients even.

Emergency spirit-seal in case bacteria tried to ooze out.

Satisfied, he rolled up the sheet. "System, open store. Show cheapest materials that match these specs."

Light text scrolled in his head:

Spirit-glass panels (pre-cut, rune-grade) — 12,000 SP

Void-steel filament pack — 6,000 SP

Dual temperature-feedback array, medium size — 9,000 SP

Micro-paddle fan kit — 2,500 SP

Spirit-seal gasket, cube lid — 1,500 SP

Architect auto-assembly surcharge — 21,000 SP

Total: 52,000 SP

Kent tapped Confirm. One breath later, five neat wooden crates popped into existence, stacked like toy blocks by the shed wall.

"Nice." He opened the biggest crate, ran a fingertip along a pane of spirit-glass—crystal-clear, stronger than steel. Perfect.

3 Building in the YardBy now the sky blushed gold. Xian Yu stepped out, yawning into his beard. "Up already?"

"Morning, Master. Making … a fish tank," Kent said, deciding that was easier than explaining bacterial emotion harvesting.

The old cultivator lifted one brow but shrugged. "As long as it does not explode." He shuffled off to start the teapot.

Kent worked fast, invoking Architect skill. Runes rose from his hands like folded paper, settling into joints where glass met wire. Panels merged without glue, heat-sink runes inscribed themselves on the inside floor, then covered by a thin nutrient-gel pad.

Auri perched on the fence, chirping encouragement. Nima wandered out halfway through stirring porridge, hair sticking in all directions. "Fancy aquarium," she said around a spoon. "Can we get goldfish?"

"Maybe later," Kent muttered, tightening the last corner pillar.

In forty minutes the cube stood finished—clear walls, pale rune lines tracing like frost. He lifted it; heavier than he'd guessed but manageable. Next step: transfer the colony without killing it.

4 Migration of the MicrobesKent placed the cube on a low stone block just inside the shed. He filled it halfway with fresh nutrient gel—bought earlier and cooled overnight. The gel shimmered faintly blue. Then he ran a rubber tube from Sphere 1's sampling plug to a funnel in the cube lid.

"I know this part's going to feel weird," he told the microbes—then flushed the entire sphere contents into the cube.

Green swirls stretched through the gel, spreading like dye in water. The System belled softly:

Colony Transfer Complete.

Survival estimate: 88 %

The rating pleased him. He set Sphere 1 on the bench—empty now—and sealed the cube lid. He activated the feedback array. Little paddle fans stirred the gel; temperature readouts hovered steady.

Mood: Confusion → Rising

Output: +15 SP (first minute)

Kent wiped sweat from his brow. "A sturdy house for tiny tenants."

Nima tapped the glass. "Looks like jelly dessert."

"Do not snack," Kent warned.

Auri exhaled a fine spark at the lid, prompting a Joy +8 SP blip. Kent grinned at that; the bird was better than a mood lamp.

5 A Potion for InsightBlueprint finished, tanks stable—time to press further.

Kent opened the System shop again. He searched Spiritual Awareness Potion—the kind that could push perception, refine intent, maybe let him sense bacterial emotions without screens.

Price popped up: 50,000,000 SP per flask. He winced; that was almost everything. But understanding the farm means scaling it safely. No risk, no spread.

He confirmed purchase. In a blink, a slim crystal vial appeared on the bench. Liquid inside glowed mellow gold.

Balance left: 1,088,770 SP

Kent uncorked it. Scent of pine and lightning. He downed the shot in one gulp. The potion burned like hot tea spiked with static. Light flared behind his eyes; he staggered, but breath steadied quickly.

Quiet, powerful clarity spread through his skull—like cleaning a dusty window in one swipe. Voices were absent, but he felt the new tank: a faint buzzing at the edge of thought, as if millions of tiny radios hummed.

"Whoa," he muttered. "I can't translate words, but I feel their moods… hungry, curious, then calm. Amazing."

A System prompt glowed:

Potion Bound. Awareness lasts while SP above 10,000.

Kent sighed. Only a million left, but that was fine. He could re-enable sphere SP now—except the constant "ding" would drive him insane.

"System, new order: funnel all bacteria-farm SP to a sub-account. Report only daily total, no live pop-ups."

Acknowledged. Farm SP muted.

Silence.

He felt lighter right away.

6 Field Break and DeliveryMid-morning found Kent and Nima weeding Patch 4. Silver-thread leaves brushed his arms; they released faint ozone scent thanks to thunder essence. He pictured tomorrow's tasting with two more chefs.

These veggies plus an SP farm. Fortune smiles.

Nima sang snatches of a pop tune. Auri glided overhead, chasing dragonflies. Xian Yu worked farther down the row, guiding irrigation runes.

Everything was calm—until Kent's wrist rune vibrated, projecting caller text mid-air: "Jade Monroe — Nexus Pavilion."

Nima saw his face change. "Important?"

"Very." He wiped hands on a towel, gestured to Auri. The bird landed.

Kent accepted the call. Jade Monroe's calm voice carried slight urgency:

"Kent Li, I hope your morning is smooth. I have incoming intel from the northern marsh. There's an item—unusual origin—headed for tomorrow's private auction. It matches the rune pattern you sold me last week. I think you'll want to see it. Can you fly to the pavilion within the hour?"

Kent's heart kicked. An item tied to the thirty-three-rune coin? Maybe a sister artifact—too big an opportunity to miss.

He answered, "Give me thirty minutes. Silver Muse will be airborne."

"Good. Bring appraisal tools. Level-B bidders will be present."

The line cut.

Kent exhaled. So the quiet morning turned fast. He told Nima and Xian Yu, "Master, Sis, I need to meet Jade Monroe. Auction prep."

Nima pouted. "Again? You'll miss lunch!"

"I'll pack carrot buns," he promised.

He hurried to the shed, checked the bacteria tank—stable, SP feed climbing quietly. He locked the shed, set an alarm trigger if temperature spiked. Then he and Auri boarded Silver Muse.

As the skimmer lifted, Kent glanced once at the cube through the open shed door. A faint pulse of teal pulsed—alive, feeling, earning.

He smiled, throttled up, and shot toward Nexus Pavilion, curiosity and ambition racing side by side.