"Second, what's going on? I'm a wretched person..."
The simulation suddenly ended. A middle-aged man who was touching people's buttocks in the crowd on the streets of a town ignored the punches and kicks from others and looked at his personal panel stupidly, with surprise in his astonishment.
…
"Fuck, third, pick up a bargain, pick up a bargain, this time it's a really big bargain!"
On a certain pirate ship, the fat chef swallowed hard, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
…
"Is Paul so strong? He led the way to the end and killed all the people in front of him."
On Fengwei Island.
The candidate who was a few thousand meters away and saw the location of the destiny chart was full of shock. "Spying can make it into the top ten, it's really fucking weird..."
…
Simulate off-site.
A black-haired young man climbed out of the assessment cabin, his face livid: "Da Xiong, Da Xiong, go to the damn Da Xiong, why would I go and grab the Sea God's Scepter for nothing? I'm just sitting there doing nothing. If all the people in front of me die, I can also advance to the top ten..."
…
A huge room filled with screens.
There were many experts and scholars sitting in the room, and there was a display screen in front of each of them.
These experts and scholars, wearing headphones, focused on following the contestants on their screens, and occasionally wrote and drew on the notebooks in front of them, summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of the candidates...
at this time.
The large screen in the middle was frozen on the image of Doug and Zhan Sini holding the Scepter of Poseidon at the same time.
The remaining small screens showed other examinees’ images. Most of them were brushing up their attributes, while some used their skills to search for the fate chart on the ocean. Some were on Heard Island, and after completing the divination from the witch, they were chased by the examinees who were waiting for them...
But no one standing in front of the big screen cares about the other contestants on the small screen anymore.
An old man with gray hair spit out the tea he had just drunk back into the cup, widened his eyes, and said in disbelief: "17 people, it's only been more than a month! There are only 17 people left in the simulation field who were killed by him. Who is this Paul? Quick, get me his information..."
Next to him, Nan Youlong was speechless and said, "Judging from his behavior, it should be that rascal Duger."
"Duge?" The gray-haired old man was stunned for a moment. "The one who was specifically asked by the Pan-Universe to participate in the alien battlefield."
"Yes, he ended the first simulation in less than a month. He broke the second simulation after more than half a month and forced it to be terminated. His style of doing things is adventurous and impulsive, and he does not follow any rules. In the past, he would never be allowed to go to the alien battlefield." Nan Youlong's eyebrows twitched unconsciously, and he sighed, "Before entering this simulation, I repeatedly told him to be more restrained and work more on keywords. I didn't expect that he would end the simulation in more than a month..."
"This guy..." The gray-haired old man was stunned for a while, then uttered a few words, "He's a talent."
"Staff Officer Nan, don't be too confident. What if it's not him? I don't believe a freshman can pass the Level 2 simulation field in a month." A young man in his twenties frowned and said, "There are several good seedlings from aristocratic families in this simulation field..."
There was a name written on the work badge on his chest: Fang Yan.
At this time, a staff member handed a stack of freshly printed reports to the gray-haired old man.
Nan Youlong and Fang Yan leaned forward at the same time.
First place: Doug; No.: 48699527; Keywords: happiness.
"hapiness?"
Three people exclaimed at the same time.
"How did he do that?" Fang Yan asked in horror.
Nan Youlong looked as if he had seen a ghost: "Happiness? It's actually happiness. I always thought it was related to chaos!"
"Bring me all the happy data from the previous exam." The gray-haired old man turned around and instructed the staff, then looked at Nan Youlong, "Bring me Doug's overall evaluation."
"Yeah." Nan Youlong nodded, turned around and left, muttering as he walked, "Happy, actually happy? How is it possible? How did he do it?"
The candidates ranked from 2nd to 10th were naturally ignored by them. …
About twenty minutes later.
The gray-haired old man, Nan Youlong, Fang Yan, and seven or eight experts in their fifties came to a small conference room.
Everyone present had a copy of Doug's information at hand, and everyone was concentrating on reading the information in front of them.
There were occasional tut-tut sounds in the office.
Obviously.
Doug's several simulation field experiences brought them a huge shock.
"We've almost finished reading it. What do you think?" The white-haired old man was the first to finish reading the information in his hand. He waited quietly for a moment, and when he saw that most people looked up, he coughed lightly and asked.
"General Fu, Doug's performance was very ordinary in school, but after entering the simulation field, he became a different person. He must be an explosive talent." A middle-aged man named Zhuo Cheng said, "He can always use some ordinary keywords to play new advanced skills. It may be a coincidence once or twice, but he won the first place in the simulation field three times and was able to finish the simulation field in about a month. This is his own ability. Hua Guyun was not as good as him when he was his age."
"In the previous simulation, the keyword 'happy' appeared 2,800 times, and the best result was 374th place. In the alien battlefield, the keyword 'happy' won zero championships. I can't guess what kind of derivative skills he has come up with." A middle-aged man next to Zhuo Cheng smiled bitterly, "Staff Officer Nan, didn't you contact him?"
"General Fu won't let us." Nan Youlong shook his head.
"In two and a half months, a new round of alien battlefields will begin. We must come up with a suitable training plan for Doug." General Fu looked around at everyone. "I have a feeling that as long as he doesn't die in the middle of the journey, perhaps he will be the next Hua Guyun. At 18, he is too young."
"Yes! If a young man like this is given another two years, no, a year to grow up and polish the restless factors in his character, he will have a greater chance of surviving in the alien battlefield." Zhuo Cheng said, "18 years old, too young, and his personality is still so impulsive. I'm really worried that he can't even survive a round of alien battlefield!"
"Why can't we hold him back for a year?" asked a middle-aged man named Bai Jiang.
Nan Youlong said, "In his last assessment, he messed up the simulation field, so the people in the sky specifically asked him to participate."
There was silence.
General Fu knocked on the table and said seriously, "It has been decided that Doug will go to the alien battlefield. Everyone here is the most experienced trainer. I have only one request for you. Come up with the most suitable training method for Doug and try to make him survive the first round of the alien battlefield. As long as he can survive the first round, we will have the opportunity to train him further..."
Several experts looked at each other, and Bai Jiang said, "General Fu, the summary on paper is too general. We want to see the playback of the three simulation fields of Douger before we can come up with a specific strategy."
General Fu nodded.
Nan Youlong was well prepared and pressed the play button on the desktop.
The scene switches to the Feng residence, and the moment Doug opens his eyes from the bed...
General Fu changed to a comfortable position and also cast his eyes on the screen.
…
Three hours later.
The picture freezes.
The expressions on everyone's faces in the office were wonderful.
"What do you mean?" General Fu asked.
"My imagination is unconstrained. I don't stick to any rules." Bai Jiang said.
"It doesn't look like what he was taught in academy." Zhuo Cheng frowned.
"He was probably planning to keep a low profile in the third simulation, but he couldn't help but flip the table in the end," said an expert named Meng Yonghu. "This is his inherent character. Moreover, he has tasted the sweetness of success in three consecutive simulations. It is impossible to change his mindset in just two months."
"Unless his character can really stabilize, it will be difficult for him to survive the first alien battlefield." Fang Yan shook his head. "He was too impulsive. There were several times when he survived by sheer luck. Soldiers on the alien battlefield are not as immature as the candidates..."
"What I want is a way to improve his abilities, not to listen to your complaints." General Fu knocked on the table and said dissatisfiedly.
"I can't teach him." Bai Jiang shook his head again, "General Fu, his character has already been formed."
"It would be great if Du Ge was born in an aristocratic family." Zhuo Cheng said, "With his understanding of key words and the training from an aristocratic family since childhood, he could become the next Hua Guyun. Now, it's too difficult."
"General Fu, our intervention is of little use at this time. Let's find him some successful examples from the past so that he can learn from them!" Meng Yonghu said, "At this point, he can only rely on himself to figure it out. Du Ge has a very high level of understanding. He may obey external interference on the surface, but he won't listen in his heart..."
(End of this chapter)