"Failed again... but the difficulty has obviously increased. That's right, it's specially designed for Burners."
After exiting the Frost River waterway, Ronan was not ready to continue experiencing it for the time being. He sat on the high-backed chair of Star Navigation, squinting his eyes slightly and feeling the uncomfortable reaction of his body after the stimulation signals left his body.
Even without the scouring pressure of the cold water, the body seems to have weighed dozens of kilograms, and there seems to be a problem with the coordination of various parts. The whole person is like an old machine that has not been oiled, and there are some joints between joints.
hard.
There are also soreness and twitching caused by the tearing of some muscle fibers. These are the contrast caused by the separation of the "prototype format" model. How uncomfortable he is now proves how far he is from meeting the qualifications in terms of physical standards.
After more than a minute, Ronan began to move his fingers and regain control of his suddenly unfamiliar body. At this time, in front of the high-backed chair, an analytical light screen had been erected, continuously emitting the success or failure factors of this waterway adventure.
Ronan habitually read the comments first, but the above evaluation was unprecedentedly harsh: "As a burner, there are unbelievable low-level errors in the basic prototype format. The distribution of internal energy is only for beginners. The body
The coordination ability with the internal energy is almost zero. It is recommended to immediately detect the bad pixels of the format, conduct strict basic training, and rework it if necessary..."
"Is it that bad?"
Ronan touched his head and couldn't help but laugh. Maybe it's because the system's requirements have suddenly increased a lot according to the standards of the Burners...
Immediately afterwards, a three-dimensional full-body image appeared on the front of the light screen. On it were densely packed nodes and outlines marked with red and green light spots and blue and white lines. The "red dots" representing errors were shocking.
Ronan was somewhat surprised by this: "Since it is the template used for the movement, why are there so many mistakes?"
He randomly selected a "red dot" on his chest, which lit up several points in the surrounding area, and even involved another group of nodes as far away as his legs, showing a very systematic connection between them.
On the side light screen, a close-up of the corresponding part is shown. A clear diagram shows the "axis" of the internal energy and the flow, intersection, and transformation of the relevant energy information in the special structure of the part, including
Interfering with each other, and even directly and indirectly affecting nerves, blood vessels, muscle fibers, bones, internal organs, etc. on the material level.
Even if Ronan didn't understand many of the models and formulas, he had the basic concept of the operation of energy information and could guess almost everything. It was both laborious and enjoyable at the same time.
Soon, he saw the problem: no wonder there were so many errors. Many nodes on the 'prototype format' model were actually affected by the interference of the 'self-format', causing them to be misaligned or confused.
Even though Ronan deliberately distinguished between virtual and real issues, the instinct formed through repeated revisions over the past five years, including the recent surge in soul power and the continued deepening of the mark, cannot be easily erased.
It can be seen from the playback system that the "Prototype Format" model deformed less than half a minute after covering Ronan's body, and many key nodes were misaligned. At this time, even the virtual "Format Fire" was
Not lit yet.
What's strange is that when multiple pairs of nerve wiring were disturbed and distorted later, he was still able to successfully "ignite" once. What's the reason for this?
Ronan subconsciously stretched out his hand to press his lower abdomen. I don't know if it was due to heat conduction in his palms or something else, but he could vaguely feel that there was some warmth in this position, which was gathering and not dissipating.
Ugh... evil!
Ronan was puzzled and could only continue to refer to the system analysis playback to find the reason. However, as he looked at it, facing the comprehensive and thoughtful analysis screen, he felt a little dazed.
Not to mention anything else, this error correction system is beyond the reach of his current "family workshop" format research.
With such a system, such timely and accurate simulation, playback, and error correction methods, as long as you have a little bit of talent and knowledge in this area and can work hard, it will be very difficult for you to succeed over many years.
No wonder, in just five or six years, the Dark Blue Walkers have gathered four or five divisions, and they are still expanding.
After gaining the support of capital and political power, the "prototype format" theory has indeed soared into the sky. In the current social context, the possibility of counterattacking it is almost zero.
"As expected, I can only expand my influence on the esper association... With my current status as a psychic, or a 'reconnaissance', I have made some progress, but it is far from enough, far from enough!"
Ronan was a little distracted. At this moment, the bracelet vibrated and the communication was connected. It was Mo Qiu.
"Third brother?"
"Nanzi, where are you?" Mo Qiu asked bluntly.
Ronan was slightly startled: "I'm upstairs..."
"Where is it upstairs? Forget it, come down now." In fact, Mo Qiu didn't care where Ronan was. When he contacted him, he just sighed and said, "Now come to the reception desk in the reception hall. I'll wait for you here."
"Third brother, what's going on..."
"It's nothing. Peng Shiqi just went too far and had a bit of an overreaction. I think it's best to go home and rest early. Come down quickly."
"Oh well."
The two hung up the communication, and Ronan frowned. This third brother, Qiu, was obviously lying. He had a composure in his words, probably because he didn't want to worry a "kid" like him, but what he said
The nervousness outside had already sold him out completely.
What happened?
Ronan's mind was spinning for a few times, and Ronan didn't waste any time. He took off his peripheral equipment and walked out of the VIP room. When he closed the door, he thought that this was Hu Huaying's treat. According to etiquette, he should inform him anyway, but
No contact information was left at that time...
Ronan shook his head and walked quickly to the elevator. Not long after, he saw the two pretty guides again. The long hair and the short hair both smiled sweetly, and gave a playful hat tip from a distance:
"Hello, sir!"
Ronan nodded in response, walked closer, and said to the two of them: "Senior Hu will come over later. Tell him that I have to leave beforehand..."
The short-haired instructor opened his eyes wide: "Sir Luo, why don't you stop playing for a while? It's only been less than an hour."
"No, I have something to do." Ronan nodded to the two of them again and walked to the elevator.
Seeing Ronan's hurry, the two guides looked at each other and bowed in unison: "We will definitely convey your words."
The elevator door rang and opened to one side. Ronan was about to go in, but saw four or five people inside laughing and going out, all of them looking drunk. One of them was Hu Huaying.