Chapter 29

Some players, due to their excessive determination, saw their scores plummet like the Lushan waterfall, cascading down three thousand feet.

Wang Zheng, the student who caused this disaster, was considering what to have for lunch.

He had quite a few options: Old Tank Acid Cabbage Beef Noodles? Old Tank Acid Cabbage Pork Noodles? Or Old Tank Acid Cabbage Lamb Noodles?

In the end, Wang Zheng decisively bought a box of Master Kong to settle the matter.

When it came time to pay, Wang Zheng realized... his balance was actually over ten thousand??

What a huge sum!

Where did it come from? If there was a mistake, he would have to return it; otherwise, he might become a credit-unworthy citizen, which was no laughing matter.

While eating the instant noodles and checking his account, Wang Zheng's eyes welled up with tears. Oh God, you finally opened your eyes; he could finally stop eating instant noodles!

A bolt of lightning struck, and Wang Zheng went to a restaurant and ordered three dishes and a soup. He cleared the table in one go, leaving the owner speechless.

Feeling full and satisfied, Wang Zheng once again felt the beauty of life. There's always a way when you reach the foot of the mountain. After seeing a pile of emails, Wang Zheng realized that it wasn't a pyramid scheme but a real CT system software. The person named Solon was indeed the real deal. To gain Wang Zheng's trust, Solon provided his ID, contact number, and even a family photo, almost introducing his entire family.

Actually, if the opponent could find a more capable player, it would be good for Wang Zheng too. A weak opponent was no fun, and there was a serious issue: the cube not only heated up but also cooled down. When it was cold, the battle energy would decrease, leading to poor performance or mistakes.

Sometimes it wasn't that Wang Zheng performed poorly, but that the opponent was too weak, leaving no room for improvement. Fortunately, this situation was rare.

Wang Zheng casually chose one email and replied. He didn't plan to纠缠 too much, mainly to avoid trouble, as too many constraints would affect his normal life.

Solon was in a very good mood. Although he always endured the wait, it was worth it. The Skeletons always brought surprises. When the Skeleton Corps was formed, the official even gave a special promotion, a treatment reserved for top-tier corps.

The staff was reporting the subsequent data to Solon, all of which were breaking records. Most importantly, in the new player area, the Asian region was no longer at the bottom.

Solon felt his seat was finally secure, with a full pension within reach.

Suddenly, his contact beeped, signaling a new email.

With a quick glance, Solon's large buttocks quickly sprang up, and he hurriedly opened the email. Due to his haste, he clicked incorrectly several times but finally managed to open it.

There was only one word: "Good."

Outside, the staff was busy, with player activity increasing, giving them more to do. At that moment, a wild laugh erupted from the CEO's office, a rather fierce tone.

For Wang Zheng, he wouldn't have to worry about his living expenses for a while, and even the sunlight seemed gentler.

With more money, he could even find a more professional place to train his body. Simple running was no longer enough to enhance his physical strength, and nutrition needed to keep up.

Back in the dorm, the three roommates were unexpectedly all there. Zhang Shan was carefully styling his hair, Yao Ailun was buried in his computer, muttering and nodding, while Chen Xiu sat beside him, his small eyes shining.

"Back, how does my look?" Zhang Shan was preparing for the next day's social event. Beauty equals spring; university life without a girlfriend was as tragic as a monk without a wooden fish.

"Nice, what are they up to?"

"Leave the two otakus alone. They're probably making some game video or something. What's the point of that?" Zhang Shan shrugged, unable to understand how anyone could find joy in such intangible things.

"Zhang Shan, don't be so unsophisticated. This is the current CT that's sweeping the galaxy!"

"Whatever, so what? If you want a real thrill, nothing beats a real mech!" Zhang Shan said indifferently, his thoughts aligning with Wang Zheng's former self.

"This guy's skills are out of this world!"

"Right, he's great at calculations; his math must be excellent!" Chen Xiu was also analyzing, both being typical newbies and theoretical enthusiasts.

If they talked about CT techniques, they could be called "teachers," but in actual combat, they were like kindergarteners, their bodies always lagging behind their minds.

Wang Zheng glanced over, speechless. Yao Ailun was making his video.

"Wang Zheng, aren't you planning to apply for the mech program? Come here, this guy's operation is out of this world. He's a true expert, completely different from those who show off with high-end mechs. If he's from a military academy, he's no ordinary player."

"Cough, it's just a game, no need to take it so seriously," Wang Zheng said.

Yao Ailun's small eyes sparkled behind his glasses, "Just wait and see, this guy might create a miracle!"

"Are you interested in joining the Skeleton Corps? It's the one Ailun and I created."

Chen Xiu said enthusiastically.

After understanding the situation, Wang Zheng was speechless. These two really had the time for such things.

Zhang Shan pulled Wang Zheng aside, "Don't let these otakus corrupt you. We're going the handsome and sunny route, drawing a clear line with them."

"Cut it out, Zhang Shan. Our outfits are already ready. What era is this? Muscles are outdated; this is the era of elites. We need to go the elite route!"

Yao Ailun opened his cabinet and took out a package, transforming into a "elite" in five minutes.

Soon, a well-dressed, straight-haired "elite" appeared. Yao slowly put on his gold-rimmed glasses, straightened his bow tie, and looked down at Zhang Shan, "You need to be well-dressed when going out with girls!"

Wang Zheng and Zhang Shan looked at each other, unable to believe that a hardcore otaku could instantly transform into a tall, handsome, and rich guy. The contrast was intense.

"Is that just a disguise?"

"Don't be jealous, bro. I'm not just a legend; at Taifeng High School, who doesn't know my nickname, 'Flirtatious Young Master Yao Ailun'?"

Chen Xiu looked at Yao Ailun with admiration, "I'm also prepared. Mom said age isn't a problem; in college, you should find multiple girlfriends to prepare for the future."

The dorm was silent, and the three of them were a bit petrified. What kind of forward-thinking mother was this?

"Wang Zheng, what about you? Not going in your school uniform?"

Wang Zheng shrugged, "I'll just go casual. Ye Zisu knows me well enough anyway."

"Damn, you two are so close. You haven't made a move yet, right? We're in the same boat, if she's your type, I won't compete."

"Don't worry, guys, we're just classmates," Wang Zheng shrugged. They were friends, but it always felt a bit strange, especially since Ye Zisu had helped him a lot, and Yue Jing had left Beijing because of him.

"Bro, are you into guys?" Chen Xiu asked curiously, "Mom said, in this era, good men are all taken by other men."

The three roommates were petrified again, suddenly feeling a generation gap with Chen Xiu.

"Chen Xiu, you're in college now, mentally an adult. You need to have your own opinions!" Wang Zheng thought his ideas were already strange, but compared to Chen Xiu, he was normal.

"But... you didn't answer my question?"

"Get lost, I like girls!"

Wang Zheng lost his cool, and the other three burst out laughing. Wang Zheng had fallen for Chen Xiu's teasing.

Although Chen Xiu was the youngest in the dorm, he was the most cunning.

"Bro Ailun, someone is causing trouble!"

Yao Ailun rushed to the computer, "Damn, these newbies are talking about the King's Zone video. When will the Skeletons take down a few experts? I want to see these guys shut up!"

"Bro Ailun, I compared all the mechs in the solar system. Theoretically, War God One has its limits. Once it faces the mechs in the Throne Zone, there's no chance of winning."

"As a loyal Skeleton, we need to believe in miracles, believe that the Skeletons can represent us, the theorists, and crush those guys!"

"I hope he can read my analysis of the mechs. Bro, do you want to read it? It was featured on the official homepage," Chen Xiu said.

He was an extreme CT enthusiast and a newbie who always struggled in the new player area, often being scolded by his teammates.

But when it came to theory, no one could argue with him.

"Sure, I'm interested in this too."

"Great, I'll send it to your contact." Chen Xiu loved sharing his work.

Wang Zheng also wanted to understand more. The magnetic storm he encountered today was interesting, but it was a relatively low-end configuration. If he faced a more powerful one, especially with variable frequency, it would be much harder to deal with.

In the suburbs of LD City, the center of the European region, there was a luxurious estate covering several acres.

In a spacious and bright gym, a young man was doing combat training, surrounded by four sparring partners holding long knives, which were actually sharp.

They attacked simultaneously, a flurry of knife light with no blind spots. After a clash of metal, the four sparring partners were already on the ground.

The young man walked out casually, "Give them double medical fees."

The butler promptly handed him a towel and smiled bitterly, "Yes, young master. These are top ten free-fighters. If you keep this up, no one will dare to come."

"Choose from the underground arena. Anyone who can injure me gets a million!" the young man said calmly.

The butler nodded helplessly, "Yes, young master. Also, Councilor Yue Long has been waiting for three days. Do you want to see him?"

The young man's expression was cold, "Yue Long?"

"Yes, he was implicated in the Aslan incident and was dismissed. It seems he wants your help."

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