White singlet, baggy pants. This was Lan Jue's current attire.
In DreamNet, he had a nickname: Whiteboard.
Lan Jue had entered DreamNet for the first time when he was eight. Since then, he'd never been a Whiteboard like he was today.
Add to that the name he'd given himself, Newbie, and he couldn't get any fresher.
Looking down at his attire, Lan Jue couldn't help but laugh. "So this is the rumored Newbie."
In DreamNet, students could apply for a special area for their own classes. Right now, he was in the National Eastern University's district.
There were no decorations or shops like in DreamNet, only a mecha training area.
What was a newbie supposed to do?
Lan Jue slapped his forehead. He couldn't remember. It had been so long ago, after all.
"Hey kid, stop!"
As Lan Jue tried to recall the last time Whiteboard had passed him, a voice called out to him.
Three tall figures stood in front of him, all clad in mecha suits.
Oh, right. I should go buy a mecha suit first. It's free in school, right?
Then I'll go pick a basic mecha suit.
Yes, that's right.
Lan Jue's memories came back to him as he looked at the three figures in front of him.
"Hey, you hear me?"
A young man in his early twenties raised his leg and lashed out at Lan Jue, sending him reeling.
"Ouch!" Lan Jue yelped in pain. It really did hurt.
In DreamNet, for the sake of realism, there was a simulation of pain. For civilians, the pain could be adjusted between one and thirty percent. In school, however, it was set at fifteen percent.
"You're new, right?
Hand over your newbie benefits. "The young man took a step forward, and grabbed at Lan Jue's thin vest. His voice was fierce and fierce.
Yes, there were benefits for newbies. I think it was 50 Dream Coins, which could be used to buy things that they needed.
Although the Dream Coin was a virtual currency, it could be exchanged with the three Major League currencies in the real world. Furthermore, the value of the Dream Coin was above that of the three Major League currencies. It was publicly acknowledged as the fourth currency in the human world.
"No." Lan Jue looked like a miser.
The young man shoved Lan Jue hard, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"Kid, since you don't know what's good for you, then I'll beat you until you do.
There was a constant sense of pain here.
No one in DreamNet knows who we are. Everyone's identity is kept secret by DreamNet's mainframe. "
Lan Jue crawled up from the ground. Of course, he didn't do it on purpose. He wasn't masochistic.
Here in DreamNet, no Discipline could be used. His body was that of a normal, healthy human being, equipped with a first-level Genetic Talent that allowed him to operate a low-level mecha.
It was normal for him to be beaten up when he wasn't used to it.
The other two young men flanked Lan Jue from either side. The three of them surrounded him.
This wasn't the first time they'd done this.
Lan Jue sighed and looked at the three of them. There was a hint of pity in his eyes as he moved his body around in the virtual world.
Suddenly, a voice called out. "It's you three again!"
A figure shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The three young men were like petals scattered by a goddess. In the space of a second, they were all sent flying.
They screamed as they tumbled ten meters away.
A valiant figure appeared in front of Lan Jue.
Lan Jue blinked when he saw her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs.
Wasn't this the girl Zhou Qianlin had brought to class?
Tang Mi hadn't changed her appearance in DreamNet.
The three young men scrambled to their feet, turned and ran without looking back.
Clearly they knew who Tang Mi was.
Tang Mi huffed. "If I find out which class they belong to, I'll beat them until they can't take care of themselves.
Hey, Whiteboard, are you alright? "
"I'm fine, thank you." Lan Jue's face was earnest.
Tang Mi pointed to a tall building in front of them. "Newcomers go there to sign up and get a mecha.
Then go to the mecha training area to practice.
If you run into those guys again, just shout and our enforcers will come.
Don't be too traumatized. Those guys were just there to scare the newcomers. They weren't that strong. "
"Oh." Lan Jue nodded.
Tang Mi turned and walked away, leaving behind a valiant and heroic image.
This girl had a strong sense of justice!
Lan Jue couldn't help but admire her.
There was a sign in front of the building: Academic Building!
Five minutes later, Lan Jue had finished his registration and was walking out with a combat uniform.
What he regretted, however, were the words' Nooblet 'on the back.
Next up was mecha selection. Humanoid mecha had been the main focus of mankind's mecha development, but there were also a few special suits designed for specific purposes.
As a Whiteboard, Lan Jue could only choose from two basic mechas. One was long range, the other close combat.
He didn't hesitate to pick the close combat one.
"Do you wish to enter the mecha and enter the combat area?"
"Yes."
There was a flash of light, and in the next moment Nooblet was in the cockpit.
Swordsman mecha. This was the name Lan Jue had chosen.
Ten meters tall, thirteen tons in weight. Lightweight, equipped with a titanium sword and a titanium shield.
Her fingers brushed across the control panel in front of her. Her fingertips trembled, and the Swordsman mecha rose to its feet and walked forward.
Modern mecha piloting relied on brainwaves and manual control. Adepts with strong genetic talents could even incorporate their Discipline into their mecha and amplify it.
But only high-end mechas could do that.
Pure brainwave control would be unstable due to the body's influence. Manual control wasn't fast enough.
Only the combination of the two would allow for perfect control.
There were also three regions within the battle zone: the beginner region, the intermediate region, and the advanced region.
Ten victories would allow one to enter the intermediate section. A hundred victories would allow one to move on to the advanced section.
A thousand victories in total would allow one to move on to the advanced section.
Of course, only students at the level of a State Scholar could achieve this.
Achieving a thousand victories in DreamNet was one of the basic requirements for graduating from the State Scholar class.
Bachelor classes required at least a hundred victories.
Because of this, all students in the mecha combat department were required to attend.
Students in other disciplines were also required to have a basic grasp of the mecha. Ten victories were required to earn the required credits.
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Actually, when I wrote about Prometheus, I was touched. In my generation, we were the only child. Sometimes I longed for a brother or sister. It would be nice to have a big brother to protect you.
Everyone's trying to guess what the last of the Four Divine Monarchs is called. I'm sure it's not … well, keep guessing.
It'll be a while before the fourth comes out.
Finally, I implore everyone to vote for us. The gap between us and the others is very small. Let's go all out in one go.