Chapter 157: The Spatial Warehouse
Chapter 157: The Spatial Warehouse
"An interesting person has arrived..."
Within the silver-white metal tower, a window slid open, revealing a pair of autumnal eyes.
Huyan Qiushui gazed at Fang Xing in the square, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
"Hmm, today is the day interns report. Let them have their moment of glory today... Starting tomorrow, they'll be crying for their mothers."
A burly man clad in armor sat at the bar, guzzling down mouthfuls of alcohol.
On the sofa beside him was a youth dressed in black, his countenance cold and stern as he polished a pitch-black longsword in his hands.
"Luo Kai... You're a Mech Master, yet you still chose to come to the Virtual Space battlefield for an internship. You're truly fearless." The youth in black spoke up, setting aside his sword.
"I'm here out of brotherhood, after all, we are the top three on the Battle Ranking, forming the 'Big Three Squad', invincible wherever we go..." Luo Kai laughed heartily. "Moreover... Most truly accomplished Mech Masters have endured the tempering of the Secret Realm during their weaker years... To cultivate the 'Light of the Soul,' one cannot skip this step. I believe I have a high degree of affinity with my mech, who knows, maybe one day I'll be able to deceive the rules of the Secret Realm and bring my mech in."
The Secret Realm was highly subjective, rejecting all forms of technological power.
However, the definition of technology was inherently vague. Some warriors had attempted to bring black powder weapons into the Secret Realm by imbuing them with martial arts intent, but even then, they were ineffective against lower-level minions.
This, however, represented a possibility!
The possibility of deceiving the rules of the Secret Realm!
Rumor had it that Mech Masters who had cultivated the Light of the Soul and fused with their mechs could bring their machines directly into the Secret Realm... Of course, this was only possible in higher-level Secret Realms.
In the current Virtual Space battles, there were strict restrictions on Mech Masters. They were required to design and build their mechs before they could participate in battles, mimicking the conditions of the Secret Realm. This forced Mech Masters not only to be familiar with mech modules but also to develop a subjective sense of connection, laying the foundation for cultivating the Light of the Soul in the future.
It was said that many Mech Masters who had cultivated the Light of the Soul were also exceptional mech designers, and some even crafted their mechs primarily by themselves...
"Even without your mech, your martial arts are more than enough." Huyan Qiushui smiled as he glanced at Luo Kai. "I have a junior whom I hold in high regard. Should we invite him to join our squad?"
"No, the Big Three Squad plus one would become the Big Four Squad, how awkward would that sound?" Luo Kai shook his head.
"I won't agree to it... I know who you're talking about. He's quite capable, even defeating a junior from my school who ranked first on the Battle Ranking... Making our Jiujian College lose face." Heiying, the youth with black hair and eyes, also shook his head. "Although he might be excellent, the three of us have great teamwork. If we add a new member, we'll need time to adjust. I also don't want anyone sharing our military exploits."
"Alright then, two against one, I give up on my suggestion." Huyan Qiushui sighed.
At that moment, the interns in the square also began to disperse in groups of three or two, making their way to their respective dormitories.
Ding!
Following the map provided by the Omniscient Brain, Fang Xing arrived at a tall building.
The liquid metal door automatically opened to reveal a spacious dormitory.
The room was quite large, measuring over 30 square meters, but the best part was that... he was the only occupant! It even had a shower room, toilet, and other complete facilities.
"Not bad!"
Fang Xing was quite satisfied. He sat cross-legged on the bed, using meditation to replace sleep.
Now that he was in the military camp, the privacy of the citizens of the Blue Star Federation had become a Schrodinger's situation. He had decided not to use his two-world shuttle here.
However... he could attempt to do so in the Secret Realm.
'If I bring a mech to the Cultivation World in advance, I wonder if my Cultivation World doppelganger can bring it into the Secret Realm?'
'If not, what if I put it in a storage ring and try again?'
Fang Xing's mind was brimming with ideas, eager to thoroughly test the sensitivity of the Secret Realm's rules.
Nevertheless, having just entered the military camp for his internship, it was best not to play around like that for now.
He entered a deep sleep state and soon, the next day arrived, jolted awake by an earsplitting whistle.
"Assemble!"
A coarse voice reverberated through the dormitory.
Fang Xing quickly got up, and his nano-protective suit transformed into a sophomore model. His body turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the dormitory.
A second later, he arrived in the square.
At the same time, domains of power enveloped some of the students as they descended.
Most of the others were Martial Artists at the Bold Heart Realm, using various body techniques to rush over, creating a chaotic scene.
Ten seconds later, the square was filled with interns, all of them looking towards their instructor.
The instructor's information had been sent to their mailboxes the day before. He was a major named John, with blond hair, blue eyes, deep facial features, and a robust build that stretched his training uniform to its limits.
"Too slow!"
Instructor John kept his hands behind his back as he eyed the group of privileged youngsters. "I waited a whole ten seconds for you! At this speed, you're as good as dead on the battlefield! Now, everyone will go on a loaded run. Don't stop until I tell you to!"
Boom!
As his words landed, Fang Xing felt as if a mountain had been pressed onto his body.
A large-scale gravity device had been activated, challenging even for Martial Artists at the Bold Heart Realm.
'As expected... the first rule of training is to obey, obey, obey!'
Fang Xing shook his head inwardly, but he had no intention of causing trouble. He followed the other students and began to run.
They ran all afternoon, and after several students were sent to the infirmary, Instructor John finally called a halt.
"Now, you little rascals, what I'm about to tell you is a matter of life and death!"
Instructor John looked at the group of students, most of whom were breathless, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. "The Hyperspace Alert has five levels! The highest S-level alert indicates the appearance of unimaginable Shizi or projections of extradimensional evil gods, and similar crises... This situation is rare, but if it happens, it's up to the Martial Saints, Martial Gods, and Mech Masters of the Federation to deal with it, it has nothing to do with you..."
"An A-level alert indicates the presence of upper-level clans, a B-level alert for lower-level clans, C-level for upper-level servants, and D-level for lower-level servants..."
"Generally speaking, most of the tasks you receive will be C and D-level. B-level and above will not be open to you, but there are special cases..."
...
The students listened with grave expressions.
Even the lower-level servants were formidable opponents, requiring several martial artists to join forces to confront.
Not to mention in the Secret Realm battlefield, where technological support was difficult to obtain.
Upper-level servants were even more formidable, and most external martial artists were no match for them.
As for the lower-level clans? They could be considered a minor disaster.
"Generally speaking, you rookies are hardly a match for the evil god spawn in the Secret Realm... But thanks to the Federation's spatial technology, we now have a numerical advantage..."
Instructor John continued, "Simply put, if we encounter a clan one major realm higher, the number of martial artists we can deploy must be several times their number! If the realm and strength are similar... then we don't have a numerical advantage."
Fang Xing immediately understood upon hearing this.
Although the Federation had a slight numerical advantage, the control of the Secret Realm was always shifting between them and the extradimensional evil gods.
"Next, go to the armory, each of you will carry a hundred kilograms of weight, and then we'll head to the Secret Realm for field training!"
Seeing the students' faces change, Instructor John revealed a mischievous smile. "Don't worry... we're using the Federation's self-made spatial bubbles. We won't send you rookies to your deaths right off the bat!"
Fang Xing and the others arrived at the armory, and they felt like they had entered a whole new world.
Various types of knives, guns, swords, shields, bows, and crossbows...
There were also black powder weapons, smoothbore cannons...
As well as modern firearms...
And laser guns, nano-suits, exoskeletons...
Of course, there were also mechs.
Each type of weapon filled an entire warehouse.
"Most of the weapons here, aside from the most primitive ones, are unusable, but it's better to be prepared..."
"In fact, in many cases, you won't even be able to bring alloy weapons with you... The only thing you can rely on is your own fists!"
Instructor John said, "Now, I want you to experience this for yourselves. Alright, carry your weights and assemble at the spatial warehouse!"
Fang Xing nodded and chose an alloy battle sword, a flintlock gun, and a laser gun to reach the required weight.
Following Instructor John, they arrived inside a metal castle.
The atmosphere here was even more oppressive.
A group of seniors formed a team, standing at the ready, occasionally entering a large room in the metal castle.
"There are a total of eight spatial warehouses here, and we're going to number 8, the training area."
Instructor John approached a huge metal door marked with the Roman numeral VIII and opened it.
The group entered the metal hall.
Spacious!
This was Fang Xing's first impression.
He had expected to see some high-tech equipment or strange rituals and formations learned from the extradimensional evil gods.
But he saw nothing of the sort.
"Has the Federation's spatial technology surpassed my understanding?"
"Perhaps the actual event doesn't happen here... This might just be a 'station'... and the real spatial transmission equipment is hidden in the deepest layers of space?"
Fang Xing was quite interested in spatial technology, but it was clear that he wouldn't be able to learn much on this occasion.
Clang!
The metal doors slowly closed, and a silver light appeared.
Fang Xing suddenly recalled the memory of being easily manipulated by Weishentong during the Hundred Stars Joint Exam.
He felt his feet go light.
When he reappeared, he was standing in a wilderness.
A cold wind blew, not chilly, but it gave him an uneasy feeling.
He looked at himself and found that his nano-suit, which had been his outerwear, had disappeared.
The flintlock gun and laser gun in his hands were also gone.
Only the alloy battle sword remained.
"You bunch of rookies!"
Instructor John's signature roar sounded: "You made too many mistakes along the way... I won't even mention your weapon choices, but the most critical mistake was during the teleportation!"
He shouted, "Those who brought weapons, step forward!"
Fang Xing took a step forward and noticed that there were only a few students who had kept their weapons, which piqued his curiosity.
(End of Chapter)
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