Star Sky Professional
Chapter 178 - 156: Space Warehouse (Please Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 178: Chapter 156: Space Warehouse (Please Vote for Monthly Ticket)

"An interesting person has arrived..."

Inside the silvery-white metallic building, a window opened, revealing a pair of eyes as clear as autumn waters.

Hu Yanchiu looked at Fang Xing in the square, the corners of his mouth revealing a hint of a smile.

"Yes, today is the day the interns check in, let them be proud for a day... Starting tomorrow, they’ll be crying for their parents."

A burly man clad in armor was sitting at the bar, guzzling drinks mouthful by mouthful.

On the sofa beside him sat a young man dressed in black, with a cold and tough demeanor, polishing a pitch-black longsword.

"Luo Kai... you’re a Mecha Master, and yet you still come to the Imaginary Space Battlefield for an internship. You’re really not afraid of death."

The young man in black finished polishing his sword and spoke.

"I’m here out of a sense of loyalty, after all, we are the top three on the combat leaderboard, forming the ’Top Three Squad’, invincible..."

Luo Kai laughed heartily, "Besides... to truly achieve something as a Mecha Master, most have undergone the trials of a Secret Realm in their youth... If you want to grasp the ’Light of the Spiritual,’ this step is indispensable. I feel that the sense of connection between my mecha and me is quite strong. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be able to deceive the Secret Realm’s laws with my own spiritual essence and bring my mecha into it..."

The Secret Realm is extremely idealistic and repels all forces of technology.

But the definition of technology is vague to begin with, and some Martial Artists have tried to bring weapons made with black gunpowder into the Secret Realm by using their Martial Arts Will, unfortunately failing to even break the lower servants’ defenses.

However, this represents a certain possibility!

The possibility of deceiving the laws of the Secret Realm!

Rumors say that Mecha Masters who have condensed the Light of the Spiritual and fused almost entirely with their mechas can bring them directly into the Secret Realm... of course, those refer to high-capacity Secret Realms.

Now, in Virtual Space combat, there are significant restrictions on Mecha Masters; they are required to design and build their own mechas to fight, mimicking the Secret Realm and fostering a kind of idealistic connection beyond just familiarity with mecha modules, laying the groundwork for the development of the Light of the Spiritual.

Rumors also say that those Mecha Masters who have developed the Light of the Spiritual, many are outstanding mecha designers, and their mechas are primarily self-constructed...

"Even without your mecha, your Armored Martial abilities are enough."

Hu Yanchiu smiled at Luo Kai, "I know a junior who looks promising. Should we add him to our squad?"

"Don’t add. ’Top Three Squad’ plus one, should we be called the ’Top Four’? Sounds terrible..."

Luo Kai shook his head.

"Don’t add... I know who you’re talking about. His strength is not bad; he even defeated one of my school juniors to top the combat leaderboard... making our Nine Swords Academy lose face."

The young man in black with black hair and eyes also shook his head, "Although he might be pretty good, the three of us work very well together. If we add another person, we’d need to adjust... and I don’t want someone else to share our military merit."

"Okay, two against one, I’ll drop the suggestion."

Hu Yanchiu sighed.

At this time, the interns in the square were also dispersing in twos and threes, finding their own dormitories.

Beep!

Following the map from the Omniscient Brain, Fang Xing arrived at a building.

The liquid metal door opened automatically, revealing a dormitory.

The dormitory wasn’t small, occupying over thirty square meters, and more importantly... he was the only one living there!

Shower room, toilet, and other facilities were all complete.

"Not bad!"

Fang Xing looked around and was fairly satisfied. He sat cross-legged on the bed, using meditation to replace sleep.

Once in the military camp, the privacy rights of a Blue Star Federation citizen became Schrödinger’s cat; he was determined not to travel between worlds here.

However... it might be worth trying within the Secret Realm.

’If I manage to get a mecha into the Cultivation World ahead of time, I wonder if I could let my Cultivation Avatar bring it into the Secret Realm?’

’If that doesn’t work, what about putting it into the Storage Ring and trying?’

Many plans came to Fang Xing’s mind, a good opportunity to test the Secret Realm’s sensitivity to rules.

But, having just entered the military camp for an internship, it’s better not to play around like that for now.

He entered a deep sleep; soon, the following day arrived, and he was awakened by a piercing whistle.

"Assembly!"

A robust voice echoed through the dormitory.

Fang Xing quickly got up; his Nano Protective Suit shifted and transformed into a Lieutenant’s uniform. His figure turned into a streak of light, dashing out of the dormitory.

In a second, he arrived at the square.

At the same time, other students, enveloped by their Domain Power, descended.

Many more were Martial Artists at the Courage Realm, hastening over with various movement techniques, causing chaos.

Ten seconds later, the square was filled with interns looking toward their instructor.

Information about this instructor had been sent to their mailboxes the day before: a Major named John with blond hair and blue eyes, deep-set features, and a very muscular body, making his workout clothes seem almost ready to burst.

"Too slow!"

Instructor John stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at these prideful students, "I’ve waited for you for a full ten seconds! At this rate, you’re just fodder on the battlefield! Now, start running with weights, and don’t stop until I say so!"

Boom!

The moment John’s words fell, Fang Xing felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

This was the activation of a wide-area gravity device, set intense enough to make even the Martial Artists at the Courage Realm struggle slightly.

’As expected... Right at the start of training, it’s all about obedience, obedience, obedience!’

He shook his head inwardly but had no intention of being a dissenter and ran alongside the other students.

He ran until the afternoon, and only when several were sent to the infirmary did Instructor John call a halt.

"Now, kids, what I’m about to say concerns your very lives!"

Instructor John looked at the majority of the students gasping for breath and a trace of a malicious smile appeared on his face:

"The alerts in Imaginary Space have five levels! The highest S-level alert involves unimaginable projections of Divine Sons or Outer Realm Evil Gods and similar crises... Such situations are rare, occurring once in decades, but when they do, they are the concern of only the Martial Saints, Martial Gods, and Mecha Masters of the Federation..."

"A-level alerts involve the appearance of higher-ranking Clans, B-level alerts, lower-ranking Clans, C-level alerts correspond to higher-ranking servants, and D-levels are lower-ranking servants..."

"Generally speaking, most of the missions you receive will be C or D level, and those above B level will not be open to you, though there are special cases..."

...

The group of students listened with utmost seriousness.

Even lower-ranking servants had formidable combat strength, requiring several Martial Artists to join forces to deal with them.

Not to mention in the Secret Realm Battlefield, it was difficult to receive technological support.

Higher-ranking servants were even more terrifying, and ordinary Outer Realm Martial Artists were no match for them.

As for lower-ranking Clans? They could be considered minor natural disasters.

"Generally, rookies like you will hardly be able to handle those Evil God offspring in the Secret Realm... But thanks to the Federation’s spatial technology, we are now able to hold a numerical advantage..."

Instructor John continued, "In simple terms, if we encounter a Clan one Great Realm higher, the number of Martial Artists we can deploy will certainly be several times that of the opposition! If the Realm of strength is similar... there is no numerical advantage."

Fang Xing understood at once.

Although the Federation could have a slight numerical advantage, the control over the Secret Realm by the Outer Realm Evil Gods was always changing.

"Now, head to the arsenal, carry a hundred kilograms of weight each, and then we’ll proceed to Secret Realm field training!"

Seeing many students’ expressions change, John immediately revealed a smile of successful mischief: "Don’t worry... it’s our Federation’s own Space Bubble, we won’t just send you rookies off to die!"

Fang Xing and the others arrived at the arsenal and immediately felt as if their horizons had been broadened.

All kinds of weapons—swords, spears, shields, bows, and hand crossbows...

As well as black gunpowder weapons, smoothbore cannons...

And even modern firearms...

Up to Laser Guns, Nano Suits, and External Skeletons...

Of course, there were also Mechas.

Each type of weapon filled an entire warehouse.

"Most of the weapons here, aside from the most primitive ones, are unlikely to be used, but it’s better to be prepared for anything... "

"In reality, in many situations, you won’t even be able to bring alloy weapons... The only thing you can trust is your own fists!"

John said, "Now, feel the weight for yourselves, pack up your load and gather at the Space Warehouse!"

Fang Xing nodded, picked up an Alloy War Saber, a Flintlock Gun, and a Laser Gun to reach the assigned weight.

The group followed John to the interior of a metallic castle.

Here, the atmosphere was even more somber.

Older students formed teams, ready and waiting, occasionally entering the large rooms of some metallic castles.

"There are a total of eight Space Warehouses here; we’re heading to number eight, the training area."

John arrived in front of a massive metal door marked with the Roman numeral VIII and opened the Gate.

The group walked into the metal hall.

Spacious!

That was Fang Xing’s first impression.

He had expected to see some high-tech machinery or mysterious rituals and Arrays learned from the Outer Realm Evil Gods.

But he saw nothing of the sort.

"Has the Federation’s spatial technology already surpassed my understanding?"

"Or maybe the actual place isn’t here... This is just a ’platform’... Are the real space teleportation devices hidden deep within layers of space?"

Fang Xing was actually quite interested in spatial technology, but clearly, he was not going to get a feel for it this time.

Clang!

The metal door slowly closed, and a silvery light appeared.

Fang Xing suddenly remembered the ease with which Wei Shentong had manipulated him during the Hundred Stars Joint Exam.

He felt the ground vanish from beneath his feet.

When they reappeared, they were already standing on a wilderness.

A blast of cold wind blew, not cold, but it felt somewhat ominous.

He looked at himself and noticed that his Nano Suit, which had been his outerwear, had disappeared without a trace.

In his hands, both the Flintlock Gun and the Laser Gun were gone as well.

Only the Alloy War Saber remained.

"You bunch of rookies!"

John’s signature roar immediately rang out: "You’ve made too many mistakes along the way... I won’t even mention the weapon selection, but the most critical moment was during the teleportation!"

He commanded, "Those who still have weapons, step forward!"

Fang Xing stepped forward and saw that only a few students, like himself, had retained their weapons, which gave him food for thought.