Chapter Twenty-Three: Virtual Reality Training

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DreamForge Entertainment Company, Branch 16, Field Operations Department, Training Ground.

Mo Wen looked at the administrator in front of him, who had suddenly drifted off, and asked, “Is there a problem? I just want to train a bit.”

The other party snapped back to attention and smiled apologetically, “Sorry, a fan just sent me the latest script, and I couldn’t help but take a closer look.”

“That really is a great script. It’s related to the corporate wars, adapted from real historical records. The difficulty is adjustable, it offers multiple perspectives, and it’s quite realistic. Would you like to try it?”

For military cyborgs, indoor training is restrictive. Even outdoors, where there’s more freedom, they can’t go all out because many weapons and equipment are consumables, and environmental damage incurs fines.

Therefore, to truly unleash their potential, training must be done in a virtual reality world.

DreamForge’s virtual reality technology is the best in the world. Were it not for the user interface and various options allowing instant pause, exit, and so on, one might suspect it was another world entirely.

Even the subtle nuances of psychic abilities and mental communication can be simulated to some extent; pure psychic effects are even easier to replicate.

As for the script, simply put, it confines the AI simulations within certain parameters.

Mo Wen wasn’t particular about scripts and casually agreed, “Alright.”

The administrator quickly operated the system, and a distant virtual reality device slowly powered on.

It was a deep blue, coffin-like box, leaning against the wall. When opened, countless blinking lights inside the humanoid-shaped cavity became visible.

Mo Wen slowly reclined inside, allowing the nutrient-rich, information-conducting, and heat-dissipating fluid to envelop him.

The world before his eyes changed accordingly.

[Connected to Combat-Grade Virtual Reality Pod]

The sense of drifting in a void with no solid ground lasted for a few moments, then a rough terrain composed of data grids suddenly appeared. Gravity and the sensation of flesh became tangible.

Mo Wen clenched his fist, feeling the sensation indistinguishable from reality.

He could even activate every inch of muscle in his cybernetic limbs and enter a psychic acceleration state with ease.

Before Mo Wen could savor this virtual experience in detail, the administrator’s voice came through again: “Hey, hey, can you hear me? It looks like you have no virtual reality experience. Do you want me to guide you?”

“Wait, if you have no VR experience, why did you start training alone?”

“Your training record... is zero!”

“Sorry, that recommendation might not suit you. I think you should try the lowest difficulty training first. The script I recommended might be too challenging for you.”

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Mo Wen was confident: “No need. I’m used to learning and validating my skills in actual combat.”

Not long after returning, he had forcefully uploaded various intelligence and combat knowledge into his mind using his DreamCore II implant until his head felt swollen, then immediately came here for practical training.

Though he now had DreamForge Entertainment as a seemingly reliable backing, Mo Wen still felt his bad luck might drag them down with him—or he might be tossed out as a scapegoat.

His first mission ended in a desperate fight against military cyborgs; the second was ambushed by corporate agents; the third might even be the prelude to a world war.

The administrator stopped persuading him: “Alright then. If you find the intensity too high, remember to pause and adjust the settings, or invite your teammates and friends to join. This script supports up to 1,024 players online.”

With the administrator’s command, the world before Mo Wen shifted once more.

The heavy earth rose, a gloomy sky appeared, and thousands of massive warships darkened the horizon. Endless fire and explosions became the only light in this place.

Where was this?

[Year 1782 AD, an era of conflict.]

[This year, the Titan Corporation had yet to be founded; the dawn of peace had not yet emerged beyond the horizon.]

[The foolish had abandoned the hope of looking skyward; instead, they fought desperately for limited power and wealth on the ground.]

[Blood reached their knees, and corpses piled up like mountains—these were the ancient fantasies of a bygone era.]

[Before the most advanced killing technology, a human life was no more than a faint silhouette, leaving nothing else behind.]

[Mission Objective: Join legendary hero “Qi Shiming” to stop the atrocities of A-874184.]

[Your Role: To be selected.]

As a hero who ended wars, brought peace, pioneered the birth of a morally advanced new humanity, established various safeguards, and wielded unparalleled influence as history’s most powerful psychic, “Qi Shiming” had countless fanatics. Mo Wen had never imagined someone dared to include him in a script.

But it was just a script; it shouldn’t affect training.

Mo Wen glanced at the role options and casually chose “Nameless Wanderer.”

At the instant he made his choice, the once-frozen world slowly resumed.

“Run! Run fast!” someone shouted.

But for a military cyborg who normally broke the sound barrier and, with psychic boosts, surpassed the speed of all known missiles, what could possibly force him to flee?

Mo Wen looked up at the sky, facing tens of thousands of warheads and artillery, wearing a confident expression. In his mind, he already envisioned himself piercing through the hail of bullets.

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He leapt lightly, vector thrusters blazing, effortlessly tearing through the dense atmosphere, with pale sonic boom clouds swirling around him...

Then, hundreds of high-energy particle beams from the warships swept his body into oblivion, followed by high-energy lasers from war satellites and orbital fortresses repeatedly clearing the ground where he had stood and the path he had taken.

[Friendly reminder: Please stay hidden and avoid concentrated fire. In war, individuals are insignificant.]

Then everything reversed, returning to the moment the world had frozen.

Revived, Mo Wen tried to learn from his previous death.

Death in virtual reality, which inflicted no real harm, couldn’t trigger the death senses he was accustomed to. He needed to further hone his observational skills and predictive abilities, strengthening his reflexes without relying on death perception.

Those warships, based on knowledge slowly surfacing in his mind, were “Sword-Class atmospheric suppression fire platforms,” an early failed model from the corporate wars, produced by the now-extinct “War God Armaments.”

At that time, productivity had reached absurd levels. Before actual combat, no one realized it was a failure; tens of thousands were produced in one batch. But their weakness was clear.

They focused too heavily on firepower, lacking stealth and rapid maneuverability. Even with early shield technology that could deflect most attacks, they were easily destroyed when facing the over-the-horizon saturation fire of rival corporations.

Because of the massive resource drain caused by this flawed design, other projects by War God Armaments were hindered, leading to its collapse.

However, individual firepower couldn’t break through them. Without special equipment, attempting to breach their defenses would get you killed by the shields.

Having realized these points, Mo Wen already had a rough idea of what to do next.

“Mo Wen, you’re training too? What a coincidence,” Ren Sisi’s chat window popped up. “Captain and Phantom haven’t returned yet, and I’m bored. Can we team up for training?”

Team training? Mo Wen instinctively wanted to refuse. He felt she was inexplicably trying to “break through” his defenses and open his heart.

But on second thought, could such a weakling defeat him?

Impossible.

So, what could he learn from her?

Electronic offense and defense, psychic application, strategy and tactics... all valuable.

“Sure, link up.”