The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 28: Intensive Training 1

After watching the CG, Mo Wen turned to Ren Sisi beside him and asked, "How much of this script do you think matches historical facts? Was that normal ending we just saw based on real history?"

Ren Sisi answered with absolute certainty, "That couldn't possibly be historical fact."

"While I'm no history expert, I can tell at a glance that ending combined mindless glorification with sanctimonious adaptation. It's completely divorced from reality by lightyears."

"I even suspect the adaptor has some questionable tastes. If not for Senior Qi Shiming's peerless capabilities, I think the target would've displayed some damsel-in-distress behavior followed by Senior Qi Shiming comforting her... ugh, no, I shouldn't imagine such things."

Mo Wen found Ren Sisi's imagination rather disturbing.

Fortunately, having died many times, he could control himself from imagining inappropriate scenarios - otherwise things would get awkward.

Wait no, he came here to train, not gossip!

Mo Wen said solemnly to Ren Sisi, "I need intensive training. Since you either have no effect or negative effects on my training results, I'll train alone first."

Tactics and psychic power application could wait. He needed to properly enter training mode first, not just run dungeons, watch CGs and play around like it's a game.

"Huh?" Ren Sisi, who had just recovered from nearly vomiting (if virtual bodies could vomit), stood frozen for two seconds before sighing in resignation. "You're right.""Fine, I won't disturb you. But tell me, when do you plan to come out?"

Mo Wen calculated the time needed to recover from the learning device's forced knowledge infusion side effects, when he'd need the next infusion, and his next maintenance schedule before answering: "Approximately 32 hours later."

Ren Sisi leaned back in shock. "You plan to sleep in the training pod? No eating, drinking or entertainment? Just surviving on machine support while training nonstop?!"

Sleep? Was that necessary? In Mo Wen's many death experiences, training opportunities were extremely precious. Moreover, he didn't feel particularly sleep-deprived - the Dream Creator could take shifts resting with his organic brain.

Food? Just recharge his augmentations. Entertainment? Training to kill people was more fun anyway.

But understanding his differences from normal people, Mo Wen explained: "This device has network access and countless scenarios - isn't that like gaming? I can even adjust it to a waterbed environment. As for food and drink... I never cared much about culinary pleasures."

This explanation somehow sounded even more problematic.

Ren Sisi hesitated, feeling Mo Wen showed signs of wanting to permanently reside in the virtual world.

This wasn't a good habit - prolonged residence could blur reality and virtual boundaries. Some people developed mental illnesses requiring long-term treatment because of this.

But one or two days shouldn't be a problem. His sister would probably lecture him during maintenance anyway.

And she... wasn't his mother.

"Well then, I guess someone won't get to enjoy A6-grade beef or molecular gastronomy cakes..."

Mo Wen checked and found the device supported deep taste simulation. Besides equipment changes, it could also summon food. He directly summoned a plate of sizzling roasted meat and took a bite.

"Mmm, truly delicious. Thanks for reminding me."

Hey! What's with this reverse psychology right to my face! Ren Sisi trembled with anger, pointed at Mo Wen, then ultimately said nothing as she angrily logged off.

Meanwhile, Mo Wen looked at the training scenarios spanning the entire Company Wars period where he'd battle all the legendary warriors of the old era, stretched his body, and prepared himself.

Without battle, there is no survival!

...

Six hours later.

"He really hasn't come out? Today's garlic butter escargot and carbonara were amazing. What a shame."

Twelve hours later.

"He must be sleeping by now? Whatever. Tonight I'm taking down Pope's first kill in Vanlest. Our Dreamweaver Entertainment dominates even in games!"

Eighteen hours later.

"You there? Jeez, training right after waking up? So busy?"

"I study properly too, just while frequently refreshing my mind chasing inspiration rather than stubbornly staying stuck. Peak professionals like me rely on flashes of insight."

"What do you mean uneducated! The other half of my brain is constantly learning!"

Twenty-four hours later.

"Strange... I feel something's off. Has he really rested at all?"

"I need to ask the administrator."

Twenty-five hours later.

"Captain, Phantom, go!"

...

In the virtual training space, Dragonblade Ninja observed Mo Wen after his frenzied training session.

A certain fanaticism seemed ready to overflow from that body. Even though Mo Wen could smile and greet people normally, Dragonblade Ninja didn't consider him normal.

This feeling was rare but not undocumented.

The company rarely recruited old humans, who also struggled to awaken psychic powers. But there were always exceptions - some tended to develop unhealthy mindsets after becoming augmented soldiers and experiencing their power during training.

Power was important and real, but the world didn't revolve solely around it. There were things even power couldn't solve.

Of course, to break such unhealthy thinking, stronger power worked better than feeble words.

"You seem satisfied with your training. Let's spar."

"While virtual training has improved tremendously, AIs still can't match real people. Even if their behavior modules and adaptive techniques surpass the original, they're still inferior in psychic power application - current AIs can't perfectly simulate psychic energy, only produce effects we imagine."

"The most advanced military-grade augmented soldiers aren't comparable to common scenario NPCs either."

Mo Wen agreed without hesitation: "Sure, let's go."

Battle begins!

Ambush!

Dragonblade Ninja knew full well how terrifying Mo Wen's speed was. Even restricted to matching Energy Level 3 with his rich experience, against rule-breaking α+ types, common β classes were weak - especially since he specialized in single-target attacks.

But he still had chances.

No matter how vast Mo Wen's psychic energy, without long, arduous training, it remained his greatest weakness.

Dragonblade Ninja's mental strike erupted almost simultaneously with the battle signal - this attack could definitely shake Mo Wen's mind. Just one moment of hesitation, and when Mo Wen's ability became uncontrollable, Dragonblade Ninja could behead him.

Don't blame me for playing dirty - this is senior's combat technique!

An impenetrable will barrier ignored the feeble mental strike, instead making Dragonblade Ninja's vision go dark.

When he regained awareness, his view was falling - his head tumbling toward the ground while his augmented body had been sliced to ribbons.

"I won," Mo Wen said cheerfully.

Dragonblade Ninja roared: "Doesn't count! Rematch! What's there to boast about beating an assassin as a striker? Dare to fight me guerilla-style in complex terrain!"

Mo Wen agreed: "Fine, you pick the environment."