PFC Chapter 21 Handing in Rare Divine Gear: Even Cultivating Immortals Requires Special Training?
Chapter 21 Handing in Rare Divine Gear: Even Cultivating Immortals Requires Special Training?
Li Guoan raised his hand and gently pressed it down, signaling Qian Zhonghua to calm down.
He didn't agree immediately, but instead turned his questioning gaze to Chen You.
"Xiao Chen, you're saying you can't use these two pieces of equipment in the game?"
Chen You immediately understood. He shook his head, a hint of helplessness on his face.
"There are strict class and level restrictions in the game. I am currently a cultivator, and my level is only 3. I can't wear or use these items at all."
"They're just two gray icons in my backpack."
He paused, then added a crucial piece of information.
"But in reality, it seems there is no such restriction."
As he spoke, Chen You reached out and grasped the hilt of the [Wraith Battle Blade].
A bone-chilling coldness spread up his palm; the blade was incredibly heavy, far exceeding the weight of steel of the same volume.
But he could indeed lift it; the faint black aura swirling around the blade seemed to have a life of its own, gently brushing against the back of his hand and sending shivers down his spine.
He tried to wave it.
"Phew~"
The heavy blade sliced through the air, bringing with it a low whistling sound.
However, that's all.
It's like a piece of extremely sharp, uniquely shaped, super-heavy metal.
Aside from its physical properties, the special effects of mental attachment in the game are completely gone.
"I can use it, but it feels... like just a rather heavy knife," Chen You said honestly.
Li Guoan nodded, stepped forward, and took the battle sword from Chen You's hand.
The moment the knife touched his hand, a hint of surprise flashed across Li Guoan's usually shrewd face.
He weighed the knife in his hand, his arm muscles bulging slightly, before he steadily held it level.
"It is indeed very heavy," he commented, then looked at Qian Zhonghua.
"Anyone can use its physical form, but the extraordinary power it contains can probably only be obtained through the rules of the 'Source Realm'..."
"Or rather, only 'players' who meet certain conditions can trigger it."
This conclusion cooled the initial fervor of the crowd slightly, but it didn't disappoint them too much.
After all, being able to bring this equipment into the real world already has a significant impact.
"Professor Qian," Li Guoan said to the materials scientist who had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, carefully placing the sword back on the table.
"They're now in your hands. How much value they bring is up to you."
"Yes! I guarantee I will complete the mission!" Qian Zhonghua stood at attention and saluted excitedly.
He then led his team to carefully seal the sword and armor in a specially made alloy box, as if they were rare treasures, and quickly left the conference room.
Li Guoan looked around and gave a final summary.
"The meeting is adjourned. All units shall immediately begin implementing the three core objectives just established."
One by one, everyone stood up and left the conference room with mixed feelings of excitement, solemnity and anticipation.
Chen You breathed a sigh of relief and was about to slip away with the crowd when a large, iron-like hand pressed down on his shoulder.
Tactical team leader Zhang Yunhai's cold, hard-featured face came closer.
"Comrade Chen You, come with me."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of command.
Chen You's heart skipped a beat.
He looked pleadingly at Li Guoan, who was still there, hoping that the bureau chief would have mercy and give him a day off.
He had just escaped death in the game and was exhausted both mentally and physically.
However, Li Guoan only gave him an encouraging nod, which carried a hint of "young man, work hard," before turning and leaving.
It's over.
Chen You felt like he had been sentenced to death, and could only leave the meeting room with a long face as Zhang Yunhai half-pushed and half-pulled him out.
The two walked one after the other in the futuristic white metal corridor.
Researchers in white coats or fully armed soldiers occasionally hurried by.
They would immediately stand at attention and salute when they saw Zhang Yunhai, but their gazes toward Chen You were filled with undisguised curiosity.
Chen You felt extremely uncomfortable under their gaze and could only lower his head, looking like a prisoner being escorted.
He thought of Li Guoan countless times in his mind.
They say safety comes first, but now they're sending me to be tortured by special forces?
Is there any human rights left?
After several turns, Zhang Yunhai stopped in front of a heavy metal door. After passing both iris and fingerprint verification, the door slid open silently.
A blast of cold air hit me.
Behind the door was a huge, somewhat empty room with a very high ceiling, and the floor was illuminated by a stark white light.
In the center of the room, a thin gray mat lay all alone.
There was nothing else.
"This...this is?" Chen You looked at the rather rudimentary scene, somewhat bewildered.
Is this the highest-level training ground prepared for me?
Why does it look like an abandoned warehouse?
That mat doesn't even look as thick as the doormat in front of my house.
"Temporary fighting arena."
As Zhang Yunhai spoke, he took off his crisp military jacket and casually draped it aside.
He was wearing a black, tight-fitting combat T-shirt underneath, revealing clearly defined, bulging muscles that exuded explosive power.
He moved his wrists and neck, his joints making a series of cracking sounds.
"It will take some time to select the top combat experts and psychological intervention experts from the entire army; they will arrive no earlier than tomorrow."
Zhang Yunhai turned around and faced Chen You.
"So, tonight, I'll be giving you a 'beginner's guide'."
Getting Started Guide?
Chen You looked at Zhang Yunhai's arms, which were thicker than his own thighs, and the cold expression on his face that said, "I'm not targeting you, I'm saying everyone here is trash," and swallowed hard.
This isn't guidance; it's clearly a one-sided beating!
"Zhang... Team Leader Zhang," Chen You forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"What specific guidance should we give? How about starting with the theory?"
"Theory?" Zhang Yunhai raised an eyebrow, seemingly finding the word amusing.
"Director Li is right. Your biggest problem in the game is not your skill, but your willpower."
He took a step forward, and a fierce aura swept over him, making it almost impossible for Chen You to breathe.
"When faced with danger, you will hesitate, feel fear, and make wrong judgments because of the so-called 'cost'."
"Your body simply cannot withstand that kind of near-death pressure."
Zhang Yunhai's gaze was as sharp as a knife.
"So, your first lesson is very simple."
"Learn how to take a beating."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yunhai's body slumped slightly, and his entire demeanor instantly transformed from that of a serious military officer into that of a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.
Chen You's nerves tensed instantly. He recalled the fear of being surrounded by ghost wolves and severely injured by the vengeful spirit general in the game.
That sense of powerlessness and the shadow of death overlapped with Zhang Yunhai's reality at that moment.
He instinctively took a step back.
"Look, you're backing down again," Zhang Yunhai's voice rang out coldly.
"In a real battle, that step you take back might be your death sentence."
"We can't enter the game with you."
"What we can do is forge your body and will into the strongest armor."
Chen You wanted to say something more, but Zhang Yunhai didn't give him the chance.
A blur flashed by.
Chen You only felt a blur before his eyes, and Zhang Yunhai's fist, as big as a casserole dish, was rapidly enlarging in his vision, accompanied by a force that tore through the air.
too fast!
I can't react at all!
He didn't even have time to instinctively close his eyes.
"The first step in the battle is getting used to the pain!"
The cold sound, along with the force of the punch, slammed into his face.