The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 29: Dream Entertainment Company’s Strongest Cyborg

Defeated!

The Dragonblade Ninja was left with only his head, staring up at the ceiling he had targeted moments ago.

Though skilled in assassination, he had been assassinated face-to-face by Mo Wen.

This guy was terrifying—he had already mastered the psychic invisibility technique, fooling the perception of augmentations. Even though he stood right in front of his opponent, his brain could not recognize the enemy’s presence.

"Damn it! But I’m only average among the twenty-five captains of Division 16. Even if you defeated me, there are still stronger enemies ahead of you. Don’t think you’re invincible yet!"

Mo Wen agreed, "You’re right. I also feel there’s still much I need to improve."

"And you just reminded me—I should spar with others and try to confirm my current rank."

He opened the External Operations Department’s software.

[16-25-Mo Wen: Trained all day and feel much stronger. I want to test just how strong I am now. Anyone willing to spar with me?]

[16-1-Zhufeng: Rookie, only trained for one day and already think you’re strong? Arrogance isn’t a good habit. Let me teach you a lesson.]Immediately, a new connection request appeared in Mo Wen’s virtual training space, which he naturally accepted.

The next moment, an augmentation with wing-like structures on his back, seemingly skilled in aerial combat, slowly materialized.

The reset and peaceful-state Dragonblade Ninja couldn’t help but exclaim, "It’s actually the strongest in our division! Mo Wen, be careful. He’s undefeated in internal division sparring and reached the top 64 in the headquarters tournament. He’s considered a top-tier fighter worldwide."

Zhufeng showed a proud expression, "That’s right. Get ready. I’ll let you choose the way to challenge me."

Mo Wen was not intimidated at all, "Fine! Start!"

In a flash of a blade, Zhufeng’s head fell.

Even after resetting his body, he still didn’t understand what happened, "No, that can’t be. I’m clearly very strong."

Mo Wen didn’t plan to explain and simply issued another challenge.

[16-25-Mo Wen: Next.]

[12-5-Tianya: Hmm? Zhufeng didn’t reply—is he defeated? What a strong rookie. Then let me fight you.]

Another request connected, and an augmentation that seemed ethereal—clearly right in front of them but inexplicably felt miles away—appeared.

Not sure if it was because he was defeated and wanted to drag someone down with him, or just instinctive commentary, the ethereal Zhufeng passionately exclaimed before the Dragonblade Ninja, "It’s Tianya! In the last headquarters tournament, he shamelessly squeezed into the top eight. He once gave everyone a boring match that made the opponent fly hard for an hour."

"His ability is to adjust the psychological distance between himself and others, affecting spatial perception. Specifically, it makes people think they can’t hit him, or make people walk in circles while moving forward. Only powerful area attacks can defeat him."

Tianya twitched his mouth but remained calm, "Only the weak hide their abilities. My strength doesn’t need hiding; it deserves praise."

"This challenge has already begun. Come at me if you dare!"

Mo Wen recognized this move; he had been tricked by similar tactics before and had thought about how to counter it.

A flash of a blade, and Tianya’s head dropped.

Tianya’s head lay on the ground; he didn’t reset immediately but seriously reviewed the previous moment’s feelings. "You didn’t target me directly when you attacked, bypassing my ability."

"Then, you built a model in your mind based on perceived material distribution and attacked specific material regions, right?"

Mo Wen nodded, "Yes."

In fact, crushing the opponent’s spirit with psychic power and forcibly breaking the ability could also achieve a numerical victory, but after dying once, he felt it was a waste not to use this method.

After another victory, Mo Wen eagerly sent another invitation.

[16-25-Mo Wen: Next.]

[12-5-“7755”: Tianya just got knocked out? Was that too fast?]

[8-21-Who Am I: Is this really a rookie? The strength is a bit excessive. Did the GM of Aviel Online give him money to recharge?]

[6-15-It’s Calcium Not Gay: Records show he became a military-grade augmented soldier less than three days ago, not a new human, and has not undergone special enhancement surgeries.]

[Headquarters-1-Madman: Damn, awesome bro. Let me test your quality.]

The connection request was approved, and a wild, unrestrained man appeared in Mo Wen’s virtual training space.

So far, this was the most cyberpunk guy Mo Wen had ever seen.

Not to mention, the 40mm caliber plasma cannon between his legs was beyond Mo Wen’s comprehension, especially when it swung up and down, the plasma power supply block on the side flashing electric light.

Without a strong psychological foundation, it would be difficult to engage in conflict with this guy.

The Madman confidently said, "I am the champion of the headquarters tournament, Dream Corporation’s strongest augmented soldier, accepting your challenge!"

"Let me introduce myself. My ability is ‘self-enhancement’, rated α+, with a maximum energy level of 5. Even at energy level 3, I can increase my overall strength by fifty times."

"Strength, speed, even weapon damage, energy generation efficiency, and psychic resistance can be enhanced by such a terrifying ratio."

"Absolute numbers—that’s why I’m the strongest! Bring it on!"

Mo Wen’s blade flashed, and the Madman’s head fell.

But before it hit the ground, he reacted, using psychic power to suspend his head midair, thoughtfully saying, "You pierced through my resistance, blanked my thoughts for a moment, then ‘slayed’ me... Is there really a difference even among equals?"

"Your psychic power in normal state is as calm as a monk about to pass away, but at the moment of sudden explosion, it’s like death turning to life, a phoenix reborn in flames. Grasping that sudden change, concentrating all your power into one point, it’s dazzling."

"It doesn’t quite fit with your personality. Your mental illness is a bit severe, brother."

"But since you defeated me, you deserve your honor."

The Madman’s body caught his head and put it back on, then took out an iron rod, saying, "Here, continue. This is the iron rod symbolizing Dream Corporation’s strongest augmented soldier. Hold it, and you are the company’s strongest augmented soldier."

Only then did the other three react. Tianya couldn’t help but mock, "Crazy! The company doesn’t have such a weird tradition!"

The Madman said seriously, "All traditions are created by people, and I am the one who created this tradition—the first to pass the rod."

"Besides the virtual world, I will also pass the iron rod to you in reality."

"As for the meaning of the iron rod? We give it meaning."

Mo Wen hesitated but symbolically took the iron rod, then threw it aside for the virtual training space’s refresh mechanism to handle it.

The Madman didn’t mind. He just wanted to pass the iron rod, regardless of what happened after, and the real iron rod hadn’t been delivered yet.

But even after defeating the Madman, Mo Wen’s test of his strength was not over.

[16-25-Mo Wen: Won. Anyone interested, come gang up on me.]

[12-5-“7755”: ???]

[8-21-Who Am I: Cheater! Selling cheats?]

[16-External Ops Director: Huh?]

[Headquarters-External Ops Director: I suspect I’m dreaming.]