Sword of Dawn

He knew that what he was going to undertake was probably the most risky challenge in half his life—far beyond the time when he led his companions to explore ancient ruins and monster lairs. In the old days, his voyage would even be regarded as Suicide, but with the addition of Naga technicians and siren navigators and the ocean-going navigation technology they brought, this kind of long-distance voyage is now possible, and more importantly, there will be a group of giants on their trip. Escorted by dragons, the suicidal voyage in the past may become a feat that is enough to be recorded in the history books.

If those old companions were still around...would they toast themselves to this epic adventure?

While thinking, Byron couldn't help but look forward to the distant Tarrond even more.

……

Near the center of Beigang, in the hall on the first floor of the "Extreme North Exploration and Pioneering Group Reporting Office", which is nicknamed "Adventurer's Guild" by business travelers, the once bustling windows are gradually getting deserted as the time is approaching evening.

The bell rang suddenly, and the drowsy girl Ji Ling who was sitting behind the registration window woke up suddenly, and looked towards the door with a surprised look.

An old man with white beard and hair in a short black robe and a black soft hat stood there. After looking around in the hall, he walked towards this side with big strides.

That short black robe is not very popular in this era. After all, even the masters with outstanding status in the past have the concept of pursuing fashion. Nowadays, various "modern dresses" lined with rune interlayers and magic threads are becoming popular Quickly replacing the sullen and inconvenient mage robes of old, they have the same spell-assist effect and modern good looks - but for registrars who have been dealing with adventurers a lot these days, this looks old-fashioned. It is still uncommon, their practicality and durability have been tested, and for adventurers, they are more accustomed to using the equipment they are used to, rather than rashly entrusting their lives to "fashionable gadgets".

But adventurers of this age are not so common.

There was a hint of doubt in my heart, but the girl behind the registration window immediately cheered up, and showed a formulaic smile after the old mage approached: "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Register to be an adventurer going to Tarrond," said the old mage, with a very easy-going attitude, not like those old traditional mages with a sense of arrogance that has been accumulated for a lifetime. The Extreme North Exploration Group, right?"

"You want to register as..." The girl was stunned for a moment, and the eyes under the short red hair couldn't help but glance at the old mage twice, "Are you sure you want to register as an adventurer? If you want to participate in the sightseeing group as a scholar You can go next door..."

"It's an adventurer, I'm not too confused," the old mage waved his hand, and then looked suspiciously at the "Notes for Adventurers" hanging next to the registration window, "Why? Is there a problem? Could it be that you still limit The upper age limit for registration? I read the promotional materials carefully when I came here, there should be no restrictions on it..."

"This...we do not limit the upper limit of age." The girl was a little dazed, subconsciously said, and at the same time, she suddenly felt that this kind of regulation that does not limit the upper limit of registration age seems to be a loophole—but then again, under normal circumstances Will there really be adventurers who are already in their seventies and eighties and still come out to pick up the mission? !

"It's easy to say if there is no limit," the old mage didn't know what the young girl was muttering in his heart. With a happy look on his face, he put his hand in front of the window, "give me a registration form, little girl."

"This...Okay," the girl nodded dizzily, reached out to take a blank form from the side, and began to explain as if with professional inertia, "Please fill in your age, place of birth, occupation, and adventure time here. And whether there is a team relationship, sign your surname and first name here, and finally trace this rune here to leave your mark..."

"Okay, okay, I know, this set is actually not much different from the previous adventurer's guild."

The old mage waved his hand impatiently without waiting for the girl to finish speaking, picked up the form, glanced at it quickly, and took the pen in front of the window to fill it out, but soon he frowned, and the tip of the pen slid across the paper. He muttered: "The age here... I can't even remember, and I don't remember the place of birth, but the occupation is no problem, adventure time? Can you fill in a few centuries..."

The girl behind the window couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth trembling while listening to the old mage's muttering. She couldn't help but began to suspect that the old man in front of her was not actually an adventurer who came to register, but ran away from home because of dementia. Just now you were receiving them seriously—maybe it would be more appropriate to call security at this time?

"If you don't even remember, then leave it alone," the girl said while thinking about calling the security guard, following the old man's words. This was to take care of the other party's emotions and prevent the poor old man from getting agitated." You should know how to fill in the last name, right?"

The girl's idea is quite simple: if there is an accurate name, it may also help the old man find his family.

Hearing what the registrar said, the old mage frowned slightly, thought about it seriously, and wrote while muttering: "I really can't remember my last name, although I'm sure I should have a last name, first name ... Well, Modil, signed, is that all right?"

Chapter 1134 To the New World

The old man filled in his name in the form very smoothly, using an elegant and concise font that looked like art to the young registrar—after receiving the form handed back, the girl couldn't help but start to doubt her own name. Judging, can an "old man whose mind is not clear enough" really write such a good hand?

Of course, the girl is not a professional doctor or druid, and she herself knows this very well, and she can't judge anything with the font, but this short-term suspicion still made her look at the old man curiously, and then couldn't help it. Asked: "May I ask, what is your purpose for going to Tarrond? I mean...you don't look young anymore, and joining the pioneering group is a very risky thing."

"To travel to a strange land, to witness something strange, to do something thrilling and potentially beneficial to many people, all of which can now be done by filling out a form, what more reason do you need? ?” The old man looked at the young girl with the eyes of an ignorant junior, “And that’s Tarrond! Any adventurer with a sane mind will seize this opportunity, it may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! "

"This... what you said makes sense," the registrar seemed to be overwhelmed by the old man's enthusiasm, and said in a weak tone. At the same time, he became more suspicious of his speculation about the "disease" of the old man in front of him—it seemed true. What is an enthusiastic, rational adventurer, and full of yearning for Tarrond?

At the same time, she also noticed a detail in the other party's words: the old man called himself an "adventurer" instead of an "adventurer" in the general population. This subtle root difference may not be a big deal among careless adventurers. , but the old man in front of him is very likely to be a well-educated mage transcendent, so the word "adventurer" is very likely to carry a proud title.

But is there a famous adventurer named "Modir" in the human world?The young registrar was a little unsure, given how little she knew about the continent—only a few weeks earlier she had been seal hunting in faraway Tarrond.

The old mage named Mordir obviously didn't realize that the young registrar behind the window was a giant dragon from Tarrond. He just seemed to be aroused by the topic at hand, and couldn't help talking to himself softly. : "Actually, there is another reason why I went to Tarrond...Girl, maybe you will feel weird when I say it, but it is a feeling, a feeling as if...fate is guiding you, can you understand?"

"The feeling of being guided by fate?" The registrar opened his eyes a little unexpectedly, but then nodded knowingly with a smile, "Of course, I don't think it's weird—you look like a profound mage, a powerful mage We can indeed feel the fate and the future once in a while, this is the power that a transcendent should have - but your destiny guide will point to Tarrond, this is indeed a bit strange..."

"No, girl, I'm afraid that's not what I mean by the 'guidance of fate', I can feel it myself - it has nothing to do with the ability of a transcendent, it comes from a deeper part of my heart, pointing to something that I have forgotten... just It’s as if I’ve been to that place before, and then I lost something there, and now I’m going to get it back…” Mordir was rambling, at this moment he seemed to have really become a twilight The old man, recalling some of the past that he didn't even know clearly, "I can't remember many things, many things, but sometimes..."

He stopped suddenly, as if awakened from some kind of intoxication, an embarrassing expression appeared on his face, he looked at the young girl across the window, couldn't help but smiled, and spread his hands: "Sorry, the elderly That's it, it's easy to feel inexplicably emotional, you see, I told you so many unnecessary things... don't take it to heart."

The registrar looked at the old man. She listened carefully to all the other party’s words, without showing any impatient look on her face—communicating with every human being here is an incredible new experience for her, and before her eyes This old mage gave her a feeling that was different from other adventurers who came to register.

She smiled and shook her head slightly: "It seems that you have an extraordinary life experience, and I sincerely hope that you can find the 'thing' you want in Tarrond."

Then she paused, and her smile became professional: "Now there is one last step - after filling out the form, please pay a fee of sixteen fenars, which includes your registration fee and the cost of the adventurer certificate And the basic guide service after you arrive in Tarrond. As for the round-trip cost to Tarrond, the dragon council will bear it. In addition, after arriving at the destination, the council will also provide you with basic camps and early Supplies, as for how to start an epic adventure on that piece of land in the future, it depends on your own efforts."

The old mage Mordir laughed, took out two brand new banknotes and a shiny coin from his pocket, and asked curiously as he passed the window: "I'm a little surprised at this time—my form There are so many blanks in the sky, but it can really pass? Is it possible that your recruiting criteria for adventurers only needs to have a name?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, her expression was a little embarrassed, she lowered her head to accept the money and twitched her mouth: "This... Actually, there are still certain review standards, but the conditions are indeed relatively loose. After all, this is the early stage of development..."

The young girl from the Dragon Race felt a little hot-skinned. As a young dragon who had lived in the dragon kingdom since she was a child, she was obviously not as strong-skinned as some of her predecessors who often wandered in the human world. Some things were hard for her to say: Tower There is a severe shortage of people in Elrond. Of course, the more adventurers who can help clean up the polluted area, the better. In fact, let alone adventurers who can write their names at this stage, even those who cannot read and write come here to register. Those with healthy limbs can pass the "audit"...

As for whether such a large number of good and bad adventurers will have order problems after they arrive on the Tarrond continent... the experienced old dragons don't seem to be worried about this.

The girl lowered her head and was busy while thinking wildly, without any delay in her work - she took out a thin plate made of Mithril alloy from the small drawer next to her, and etched the word "Adventurer" on it with ease using a small machine. Dill's name and a serial number were engraved on the back with the corresponding occupation and a random place of birth. This was an extremely simple job, but the girl was completely immersed in it, and every movement was meticulous, as if she was enjoying it immensely. This "something to do" moment.

Although her job content is just to hand over some forms and make some nameplates.

"By the way," the girl raised her head suddenly, she glanced at the form next to her, and then looked at Mordir, "You only filled in your occupation as mage/alchemist, but did not fill in your occupation level, may I ask you What is your mage level?"

Hearing the inquiry from the opposite side, Modil seemed to be confused again suddenly. He raised his hand and casually summoned a magic ball, and then frowned while controlling the rotation of the magic ball: "I don't remember that I have ever joined Any mage organization, I don't remember anyone who has rated my mage level, and I have forgotten how many of my spells were learned, releasing them all depends on instinct..."

"Then... how should I make your identity information?" The girl became embarrassed, "This one is more important, it involves the assignment of your tasks, at least you need to fill in a level."

Modir waved his hand to disperse the magic ball, and looked at the opposite side of the window seriously: "Very strong."

registrar:"??"

"You just need to be very strong," the old mage said seriously, "I believe you don't really care about this, do you?"

"This...well, 'very strong' does not meet the specifications, but I can make a note for you to be determined," the girl twitched helplessly, lowered her head and quickly completed the follow-up production and registration process, and then sent a Only an inch-long metal tag and a palm-sized leather booklet were handed out of the window, "This is your adventurer nameplate and manual, which includes your basic information and some guidelines for living in Tarrond. The thing is your pass over there, please keep it safe—if you lose it, please come here or the camp management department in Tarrond as soon as possible to get a replacement."

"Thank you," the old mage took the things in exchange for sixteen fenars, and asked casually, "Then when and where should I start?"

"You go to the port and wait. A convoy of supplies to Tarrond is loading at the pier. One of the ships is used for both passenger and cargo, named 'Mary on Ice'. It will set sail at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. There will be Many adventurers of the same period are on board with you. You can rest at the 'Dragon's Kiss' hotel near the port, where you can get free board and lodging with the nameplate and manual of the adventurer - valid until one day before the departure of the Ice Mary Hour."

"Precise time concept, I like this," Modil smiled, put away all his belongings, and took a step back, "Then goodbye, little girl."

"Good travels - wish you an adventure with no regrets."

……

"So, next, I just need to put my spirit into this weird hemisphere, resonate with the runes inside, and then I can enter that neural network?"

Amoen stared at a new device in front of him, and after observing it carefully for a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak to Mirmina beside him.

The Goddess of Magic, who was debugging the magic net terminal, turned her head from her concentration, looked at the "God of Nature" with some helplessness, and sighed: "So what were you thinking about when I taught you on both sides? Such a simple process requires Confirm again?"

"I just don't understand the principle of this thing... After all, it looks completely different from the 'immersion chamber' we have seen in the advertisements before."

"Of course it's different, did you forget what the installers said? They're 'specially made' - from the overall structure to the way the nerve cords are attached, otherwise how big a 'immersion chamber' would be if you were my size ' to let us lie down?"

Amoen thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "What you said makes sense—but I still want to understand how this thing is connected to the magic net terminal..."

As he spoke, he continued to stare at the hemispherical device in front of him—it was smaller in size than the large magic net terminal, and its main structure was a hemispherical magic instrument with a diameter of about two or three meters. With the apex as the center, more than ten arc-shaped metal structures radiate to the surroundings. The structure is covered with runes and crystals, and artificial nerve cords like spines extend from the bottom of the hemisphere and connect to the edge of a disc-shaped base. , this device as a whole is next to the magic net terminal that belongs to him, and the two are connected by a rune drag chain.

At this moment, the device is in a standby state, and the interior of the hemispherical structure is quiet, only the runes and magic pulses on the surface are slowly surging like breathing.

This device was just transported to the Garden of Disobedience today, along with another identical device and a large magic net terminal, which Gawain Cecil promised to give to the Goddess of Magic .

It is said that this device can allow "gods" who do not have the neural structure of mortals to be connected to the neural network. What kind of direct connection technology of spiritual impulses is used... Amorn didn't understand this weird name, he only knew This technology was created by that mortal named Kamel - which is very reasonable, because that Kamel also has no body, he can only use mental power to interact with magical devices, which is different from Amorn or Mi Ermina was a little closer.

"If you plan to establish a connection after you understand the principle of this thing, then I can probably contact Gao Wen directly to bring it back." Mirmina finally finished debugging her equipment, and turned her head to see that Amoen was still there. Competing with that hemisphere, I finally couldn't help muttering, "You, a 'god of nature' who has been away from the mortal world for 3000 years and has never held magical authority before, why suddenly want to study the principles of magic devices so vigorously? Is it too boring?"

"I just see how easy it is for you to use these things..."

"We're different, I'm smarter than you," Mirmina waved her hand, and the two magic net terminals and two hemispherical connecting devices started up, "Then let's make a final confirmation, do you still want to connect this thing? If you don’t connect with me, you will, and I won’t have time to take you with me then.”

"Repeatedly and again!" Amon said immediately, extending his spiritual power towards the silver-white hemisphere while speaking - he operated very cautiously, as if he was afraid that his powerful power would burn down the hemisphere accidentally. Exquisite and fragile "gadgets", but in the end, the crystallization of the wisdom of mortals resisted the spiritual contact of the gods, and the surface of the silver-white hemisphere quickly glowed with a layer of flowing shimmer that resembled substance, representing the hum of a successful connection The sound then sounded from inside the sphere.

Amoen let his heart sink and his spirit opened up. This god of great power carefully restrained his mind, imagining that he was drilling into an "exquisite world" through the small hemisphere in front of him ", he felt that he seemed to be passing through a narrow tunnel, and some sense organs that did not belong to him but could be connected with him were trying to get close to him.

This is the product of the wisdom of mortals.

He hesitated for a second, choosing to trust these connections unconditionally.

In the next second, an unheard-of world opened up to him.

When the light and shadow were swaying and unstable, he heard a pleasant voice next to his ear:

"User 'High Speed ​​Bucks' enters neural network pre-connection area."

Chapter 1135 Preparations for the Elderly to Go Online

The user "High Speed ​​Buck" enters the neural network pre-connection area.

Amoen felt a voice resounding directly in his mind—this voice startled him at first, because he hadn’t heard such a thing that echoed directly in the depths of his consciousness for a long time, and it even made him For a moment he thought he had accidentally connected to the mortal believers in the real world again, but soon he calmed down and became confused by the word "high-speed buck" mentioned by the voice.

... He understands these few words, but how to form phrases?Why do I always feel that this phrase is vaguely weird?Who is speaking?The fabled network administrator or some mind on autopilot?

Amoen was thinking suspiciously, but before he could figure out anything, the lights and shadows dangling in front of his eyes quickly became clear, which also diverted his attention—this former God of Nature appeared for the first time in cyberspace. Once he opened his "eyes", he saw that he was standing in an almost pure white space. This space was extremely vast, but it was not endless. In a very distant place, he could see snow-white walls rising from the ground. Then, it extends upwards into the endlessly high light, and on the off-white ground under the feet, you can see neatly arranged, shimmering blue fine grids, and from time to time in the surrounding air, you can see the sky falling rapidly. The runes, those runes appeared like raindrops, fell quickly, and melted into the grid lines of the floor.

This is really a strange place... It looks empty. Is this the so-called "neural network mind space"?It seems to be the name...it doesn't seem to make much sense...

More and more doubts appeared in Amorn's heart. He vaguely remembered that Milmina seemed to have told him some common sense about this space before. The few nervous mortal technicians who came here to install equipment seemed to be He also explained some things to himself, but for some reason, the useful knowledge was quickly forgotten after entering here. He just looked at this place in confusion, not knowing what to do next.

But at this moment, the soft but emotionless voice came into his ears again, interrupting the wild thoughts of the former god: "There is an anonymous visitor applying to enter your pre-connection area, do you accept the visit? You can always Eviction of visitors."

Amorn is not very good at the weird technological gadgets created by these mortals, but he does not lack the ability to understand. He understood the meaning of the voice, and after being slightly surprised, he quickly tried to respond: "Accept, how should I accept the words? Say it out? Or just think about it in your heart..."

Before he could finish speaking, the voice that echoed directly in his mind sounded: "Visitor applications have been accepted, the neural network is preparing for mind projection, please wait..."

Amoen was startled, and said to himself helplessly: "Well, I still don't understand whether to say it or just think about it in my heart."

He muttered, and before the words fell, he suddenly noticed something emerging in the air not far away—that was a large number of chaotic and shaking light and shadow lines, and then the light and shadow lines began to condense and combine into a clear human body , In just one or two seconds, he saw a lady wearing a complicated and gorgeous court black dress appeared there.

The lady had a sweet and calm face, silvery-white shadows shone at the end of her long black hair, and her night-sky-like long dress had exquisite silver patterns and light golden tassel pendants. She stood there like a lady from the palace. The noble lady who walked out exuded a mysterious and lazy temperament - but this temperament seemed to have no meaning to Amoen.

He quickly recognized the identity of that figure with his intuition. It was an uninvited tenant, a pioneer of Internet technology, a running enthusiast in the shadow world, a practitioner who left his post without authorization, and praised him at his funeral God - Lady Mirmina.

"I guessed it was you," Amoen said calmly, looking at the figure not far away, "What's going on here? Is this the so-called 'neural network'?"

"I knew you had forgotten what I told you, and it was right to come to help," Mirmina walked towards Amoen with a trace of helplessness in her tone, "Don't you remember? I told you, you It will first enter a preparatory area-the virtual space in the neural network is like a real world that operates in an orderly manner, in which activities have its own rules, and any user must make preparations before entering the network for the first time, including setting himself in The image in the network and the feeling of adapting to the neural connection, and then you can officially enter that world.

"Of course, it is said that the very beginning of cyberspace was not like that. At that time, as long as users established a connection, they would be thrown directly into the virtual space, but after several accidents where first-time users almost got lost, those mortal technicians We have perfected the rules of this cyberspace. After all, this thing is used by a large number of ordinary people, and those ordinary people are not trained superhumans with strong willpower..."

"Okay, okay, I understand, this is 'preparatory work before birth'," Amoen said again and again, "So we are actually standing outside the gate of that world, I need to do something here... ...You have to prepare to enter, right?"

While talking, he couldn't help looking at Mirmina a few more times—although the other party's image at the moment still roughly maintains her "mythical posture", there is obviously a big difference between the two. It looks more like a normal mortal, with a corporeal body and a clear face, at least... she must have legs under her skirt now.

"So that's your 'preparation'? Make yourself look more mortal...it makes sense, after all, we're going to enter a world full of mortal images, and we can't allow ourselves to be too weird," Amon asked curiously while talking, "Then what should I do?"

"First of all, you have to figure out what you look like now." Mirmina looked very enthusiastic. She waved her hand, and a huge mirror appeared in front of Amoen out of thin air. "Here, you can use your own The mind controls everything, shapes things, changes your appearance, travels to certain places... your imagination is what you can do here. Of course, there are still limits to all this, and given our 'imagination' There are a lot of extremely dangerous pollution factors, we will be suppressed more seriously, and some operations that will cause adverse consequences will be warned and blocked by the system. But don’t worry, you will adapt soon, and you probably won’t do it on purpose Imagine some world-destroying ideas, don't you?"

At this moment, Amoen could no longer listen to the last half of Mirmina's words. His eyes were focused on the mirror that suddenly appeared. The young man was standing there, staring at him with the same astonished eyes.

That is a mortal, a simple and lifelike mortal, he is obviously just a figure in the mirror, but he seems to be living in a certain place in the world, Amoen has imagined countless times that if he is free, What it would be like to be able to walk in the world of mortals at will, but he never thought that the figure that he couldn't even manifest from his heart would one day appear in front of him in such an abrupt but natural way.

He broke the silence with a slightly strange voice: "This... this image is..."

"This is the system's default male image. In order to facilitate those newbies like you who can enter the network smoothly, without turning into a crooked freak or running around naked in the virtual dream city, the neural network The designers of the original immersion chamber set up such a basic template that is easy to modify and manipulate. He is considered to be the most ordinary and mediocre appearance in the human world. There was a program dedicated to this, but you didn't..." Mi Ermina said casually, but soon noticed that Amon fell silent strangely, and she couldn't help asking, "What's the matter? It feels like you've been hit suddenly..."

"I... No, it's your illusion." Amoen said immediately, and waved his hand vigorously. This subconscious movement made him freeze as if petrified in the next second, and he suddenly realized——what he just waved, It's my own arm.

Arms like mortals.

He lowered his head and saw his own body in this virtual space for the first time, an ordinary body standing on the ground, wearing a white short robe and trousers, with limbs, a torso, and..." touch".

Mirmina looked at Amon's reaction. She seemed to have expected all of this. The former goddess of magic suddenly smiled and stepped forward slightly: "Now, let me tell you how to do it."

Subsequent adjustments were not easy. It took Amon a long time to master the "simple operations" that Mirmina called, but he spent more energy on adapting to the "humanoid body".As a god born in the thoughts of mortals, his image was imprisoned by the imagination of mortals many, many years ago into a holy white giant deer, and his powers did not include "incarnation", "human being" Therefore, he never had the body of a humanoid race at all. For him, the limbs that are too delicate and the torso that needs to be upright... It is really a weird feeling.

But in the end, this effort paid off. Mirmina showed unprecedented patience this time. When she backed away, a figure completely different from before was already standing in front of the huge mirror.

It was an old elf who was no longer young. The hair that should have been golden was dyed gray and frosty. His calm and peaceful face was condensed with the marks left by the years. His eye sockets were sunken and his cheekbones were high. But his figure is still tall and straight, and he is full of elf style, but the light green robe that may have been outdated for thousands of years in the outside world is draped on him. Silhouette of running water.

He looked in the mirror in front of him and smiled suddenly, looking very satisfied with his new image.

"I thought you would create a more spiritual image for yourself, but I didn't expect you to choose such an old posture." Mirmina looked at Amoen who was nodding in satisfaction, "Are you sure you will Does it look like this? We can still modify it."

"No, that's fine..." Amoen nodded slightly, his tone a bit erratic, "This is pretty good."

"Then... well, anyway, this is your aesthetic," Mirmina shook her head with her hips on her waist, "won't you take two steps next? I think it's necessary for you to get used to this—this can prevent you from After entering the city of dreams, take your first step on your stomach. Although mortals now have a saying that "no one on the Internet knows what kind of creature you are in reality", crawling on the streets of the city of dreams is still too embarrassing .”

"It's not so exaggerated," Amon couldn't help laughing, but then he suppressed his smile and looked down at his legs, "Go... yes, I can move now."

"You have been able to move a long time ago," Mirmina said leisurely, "but this step may not be as easy as you imagined."

"It's just taking the first step, what's the matter..." Amoen said with some disdain, then raised his legs and walked forward - the next second he fell straight forward, but his hands came out in time The side stretched over and supported him steadily.

"As I said, this first step is not that easy." Mirmina let go of her hand, showing a teasing smile, "You'd better get used to this mentality while everything here is virtual. Feeling unlocked."

"Psychologically unlocked... Your words are too serious," Amon concealed his embarrassment, "This is just a small mistake, you know, I have not had the experience of walking for 3000 years , and more importantly, even 3000 years ago, I never walked upright... This is really bad, do those mortals have such difficulty walking normally?"

"Stop complaining, I should complain more—I didn't expect that the first day I formally used the neural network would be spent in rehabilitation training with an old man who has been disabled for many years," Mir Mina's voice came from the side It came, with strong resentment, "I hope you don't spend as much time on 'upright walking' as adjusting your image, old deer."

While trying to adapt to the strange feeling brought by this virtual body, Amoen couldn't help but frowned and glanced at the goddess of magic: "I said before, don't call me casually, especially if it sounds like something Weird nickname..."

Speaking of this, he stopped suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, and said with a hint of foxy doubt: "I just have something to ask you, when I entered this space just now, I seemed to hear a voice saying that the user 'High Speed ​​Buck' entered the pre-screening Connection zone or something... do you know what's going on?"