The simulation field ended suddenly. A middle-aged man who was touching people's buttocks among the crowd on the streets of a certain town looked at his personal panel stupidly, regardless of the punches and kicks from others, with a mixture of surprise and surprise.
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"Damn it, third time, I missed it, I missed it, I really missed it this time!"
On a certain pirate ship, the fat chef swallowed hard, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
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"Is Paul so fierce? He led all the way to the end and killed all the people in front of him."
Fengwei Island.
The examinee who saw the location of the Destiny Map thousands of meters away was filled with shock, "You can get into the top ten even by snooping, I'm so damn crazy..."
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Simulation outside the field.
A black-haired young man crawled out of the assessment cabin with a livid face: "Big bad, big bad, go to hell, I have nothing to do to grab the Poseidon Scepter. I just sit there and don't move. All the people in front are dead."
I can also advance to the top ten..."
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A huge room densely packed with screens.
There are many experts and scholars sitting in the room, and each of them has a display screen in front of them.
Each of these experts and scholars wore headphones and focused on tracking the contestants on their screens. From time to time, they wrote and drew on the notebooks in front of them, summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of the candidates...
at this time.
The big screen in the middle showed Du Ge and Zhan Sini holding the Poseidon Scepter at the same time.
The rest of the small screens show pictures of other candidates. Most of them are brushing up their own attributes. Some are using skills to find destiny charts on the ocean; some are on Heard Island, after completing divination from the witch.
, being chased by the squatting candidates...
But no one standing in front of the big screen cares about the other players on the small screen.
An old man with gray hair spit the tea he had just drank back into the cup. His eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "17, it's only been more than a month! He was the only one who was killed by him in the simulation field.
There are 17 people listed. Who is this Paul? Quickly, get his information for me..."
Next to him, Nan Youlong had a black line on his head, and he said nonchalantly: "Looking at his style, he must be that bastard Du Ge."
"Dug?" The gray-haired old man was stunned for a moment, "The one who was named by people from the Pan-Universe to participate in the alien battlefield."
"Yes, he ended the first simulation field in less than a month. The second simulation field collapsed after playing for more than half a month and was forcibly terminated. His style of work was adventurous and impulsive, and his actions were eclectic. It would have been different if he had played the second simulation field for more than half a month.
, I will never let him go to the alien battlefield." Nan Youlong's eyebrows beat unconsciously, and he sighed, "Before entering this simulation field, I gave him countless instructions to keep it in check.
He worked hard on keywords, but unexpectedly, he ended the simulation field in just over a month..."
"This guy..." The gray-haired old man was stunned for a long time and spat out a few words, "He is a talent."
"Comrade Nan, don't be too confident. What if it's not him? I don't believe that a first-year freshman can clear the second-level simulation field in one month." A young man in his twenties or eighty-year-old next to him frowned and said, "This simulation field
There are several good young talents from aristocratic families..."
There is a name written on the work badge on his chest: Fang Yan.
At this time, a staff member delivered a stack of newly printed reports to the gray old man.
Nan Youlong and Fang Yan put their heads together at the same time.
First place: Duge; Number: 48699527; Keyword: happiness.
"hapiness?"
The three people exclaimed at the same time.
"How did he do it?" Fang Yan asked in horror.
Nan Youlong looked like he had seen a ghost: "Happiness? It turns out to be happiness. I always thought it was related to chaos!"
"Bring me all the happiness data in the previous examination room." The gray-haired old man turned around and ordered the staff, and then looked at Nan Youlong, "Bring me Duge's overall evaluation."
"Yes." Nan Youlong nodded, turned and left, muttering as he walked, "Happiness, actually happiness? How is it possible? How did he do it?"
Of course, the candidates who ranked second to ten were ignored by them.
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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 here has a copy of Duge's information in hand, and everyone is looking at the information in front of them attentively.
From time to time there were tut-tutting sounds in the office.
Obviously.
Duger's several simulation field experiences gave them a huge shock.
"We've almost finished reading. What do you think?" The gray-haired old man was the first to read the information in his hand. He waited quietly for a moment, saw that most people raised their heads, coughed slightly, and asked.
"General Fu, Du Ge's performance was very average when he was in school, but after entering the simulation field, he seemed to be a different person. He should be the kind of explosive talent." A middle-aged man named Zhuo Cheng said, "He can always
It may be a coincidence to use some common keywords to create new advanced skills once or twice, but to win the first place in the simulation field three times and to be able to finish the simulation field in about a month is his own ability. The original Hua
Guyun is not as good as him at his age."
"In the previous simulation field, the keyword happiness appeared 2,800 times, and the best result was 374. On the alien battlefield, the keyword happiness also ranked zero. I can't guess what he did.
Derived skills." A middle-aged man next to Zhuo Cheng smiled bitterly, "Consultant Nan, haven't you contacted him?"
"General Fu refused." Nan Youlong shook his head.
"There are still two and a half months, and a new round of alien battlefield is about to begin. We must come up with a suitable training plan for Duge." General Fu looked around at everyone, "I have a feeling that as long as he is not here,
If he died midway, maybe he is the next Hua Guyun. At 18 years old, he is too young."
"Yes! If such a young man is given another two years, no, one year of growth time to polish off the restless elements in his character, he will have a greater chance of surviving on an alien battlefield."
Zhuo Cheng said, "18 years old is too young, and his personality is so impulsive. I'm really afraid that he won't be able to survive even one round of the alien battlefield!"
"Why can't you suppress him for a year?" asked a middle-aged man named Bai Jiang.
Nan Youlong said: "He crashed the simulation field in the last assessment, and the people in the sky called him to participate."
There was a moment of silence.
General Fu knocked on the table and said with a serious face: "Duge's going to the alien battlefield has been a foregone conclusion. Everyone here is the most experienced trainer. I have only one request for you, come up with it.
The training method that is most suitable for Doug is to help him survive the first round of the alien battlefield. As long as he can survive the first round, we will have the opportunity to further train him..."
Several experts looked at each other and Bai Jiang said: "General Fu, the summary on paper is too general. We want to see the replays of Duge's three simulation fields before we can come up with specific strategies."
General Fu nodded.
Nan Youlong was already prepared and pressed the play button on the desktop.
The scene switched to Feng Mansion, the moment Du Ge opened his eyes from the bed...
General Fu changed to a comfortable position and turned his attention to the screen.
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Three hours later.
The picture freezes.
In the office, the expressions on everyone's faces are wonderful.
"How do you say that?" General Fu asked.
"The sky is unconstrained. It doesn't stick to one pattern." Bai Jiang said.
"It's not like what was taught in the academy." Zhuo Cheng frowned.
"In the third simulation field, he probably planned to keep a low profile at the beginning, but in the end he couldn't help but flipped the table." An expert named Meng Yonghu said, "This is his character hidden in his bones, and, for three consecutive games, he
Everyone has tasted the sweetness of it, and it is simply impossible to change his mind in just two months."
"Unless his character can really be stabilized, it will be difficult to survive the first alien battlefield." Fang Yan shook his head, "He was too impulsive. There were several times where he simply relied on luck to survive. On the alien battlefield
Our warriors 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 dissatisfied.
"You can't teach him." Bai Jiang shook his head again, "General Fu, his character has been set."
"It would be great if Du Ge was born into a noble family," Zhuo Cheng said. "Only with his understanding of key words and his upbringing from a noble family, can he become the next Hua Guyun. Now, it's too difficult."
"General Fu, our intervention at this time has little effect. Find him some successful examples in the past and let him learn from them!" Meng Yonghu said, "As of now, he can only rely on himself to understand. Duge's understanding
Extremely high, he may appear obedient to external interference, but he won't listen in his heart..."