There Is No Afterlife

Although tired, Mugan woke up on time before training the next day.

"If you want to be a good hunter, you have to get up before your prey," said Uncle Beta.

So Mugen always wakes up early, not particularly early, but definitely half an hour earlier than the unicorn dragon beasts wake up on average.

Stretching a long lazy waist, Mugen sat up with a contented face. At a glance, he saw Uncle Alpha sitting next to his bed: "Good morning, Uncle!"

This sentence was said very quietly, because the other students in the dormitory had not woken up.

"Good morning." Alpha nodded to Mugan, "I have received your transcript. Your ranking is very high. Your performance is good."

Uncle Alpha first affirmed Mugan's achievements some time ago, and then changed the conversation: "However, don't stay in the virtual environment for so long in the future."

"But, but this time it's not playing games, it's training!" Mugan tried to defend.

A red light flashed on the Alpha dim screen: "As a human being, you must have basic self-control."

The uncle's voice is very serious, of course, he has always been very serious.

"A robot can replace parts if it is overloaded, but can you as a human?"

"If you're not mentally exhausted, your win rate can be higher. In a virtual match, losing is just a reduction in the winning percentage, while in reality, a loss has a high chance of causing unimaginable results."

In the world of robots, there is no 99%, there is no 98%, their world only allows to exist only 100%.

Any robot below 100% is a substandard product and is not allowed to leave the factory, waiting for their fate only to be destroyed.

Even if they leave the factory as qualified products, they still have to guarantee their winning rate.

Every failure may lead to the change from a qualified product to an unqualified product, and every day, there is a possibility of being eliminated.

This is the experience that Alpha summed up in his not long robot students. He shared this experience with all the younger robots. At the same time, he also passed on this concept education to Mugan.

Of course, they wouldn't abandon Mugan even if one day he lost parts due to a mission failure, but what they couldn't bear was that the child would never return due to a certain failure.

Alpha's gloom screen silently faced Mugen.

After understanding the seriousness in the uncle's "eyes", after a while, Mugen nodded vigorously.

"Get up, I went to the roof to collect my clothes." Touching Mugen's soft hair, Alpha got up and left.

Rubbing his hair that was touched by his uncle, Mugen laughed and looked at Sigma, who was still in the power-off state in the quilt. Mugen also touched Sigma's big bald head and pulled the quilt to his chest. Like a cheetah, he gently rolled out of the bed.

After that day, Mugan really never stayed in the system for a long time. The frantic fighting mania that was sleepless in the first two tests suddenly disappeared, and Mugan showed quite self-control in the following training and learning. This seemingly law-abiding performance made Frafetal even more satisfied.

After talking to his uncle, Mugan resumed his routine before entering the virtual system.

There is a large playground in the center of the dormitory building. This is where the instructors raided the new students at night to prepare for training. Mugan and the others were never raided once, but Mugan would come over every morning to do some warm-up exercises.

It's a good venue, and the instructor didn't prohibit them from using it, but there are very few people who come to do morning exercises. Most of the people have been exhausted by the daily training, and they can't wait to sleep for a while. The only people who come here to watch the sunrise every day are Mugan and Brad, as well as Eli Comello who joined in the middle.

Mugan and Avery knew each other well about what happened in the fifth place match.

"Good morning, Ellie." Mugen greeted Ellie as usual, and Ellie nodded with a sullen face, but he ran over and ran silently behind Mugen.

Avery, tall and strong, does not like to talk, but is a strong man ← by Mugan.

It was also the five laps of the playground. Mugan finished running early. After doing three sets of the first set of standard fighting techniques next to him, Avery finished running. When he was waiting for his breath to calm down, he stood by to watch Mugan. Practice together.

He was still practicing the first form of the first set of standard fighting techniques: defensive, and the following combos. But the difference with Mugan is: he operates in a virtual mech out of thin air.

Knowing his level very clearly, Avery made a decision: in the limited military training time, he perfectly mastered the combo taught by Muggan, and for this reason he gave up all other trick training.

Rather than only know how to master all the tricks of fur, it is better to specialize in one - he told Mugan about this idea, and when he saw Mugan nod, he was relieved.

When Avery was sweating for the fifth time, the third person who would regularly come to the playground every day, Brad, also appeared, carrying a large bucket, and he walked from the direction of the dormitory building.

Unlike the two who came to exercise early in the morning, Brad got up early for Pig.

Firmly carrying out his punishment, even shooting training and mecha training have not been interrupted, Brad will pass by Mugan and Avery every day.

"Good morning, Brad." Mugan greeted him as always.

"Good day." He nodded reservedly as a greeting. Seeing what Ellie was doing, Brad frowned, "Your toes are raised too high."

After the reminder, Brad strode forward with a bucket. He was going to take the early bus to feed Pig, and then return quickly before the early training began.

Every move of the three teenagers was reflected in Flafital's eyes.

The three of them have the same perseverance and self-control, but the talents of the three are completely different!

He can almost imagine the future of the three teenagers in front of him: Brad will climb up with his seniority and eventually get a good position in the middle of the military, and his future is the most secure; Cruel, but: This kid has no talent, and he will be admitted to the Imperial College entirely by hard work. He is very stupid. He has to learn things that others have learned three times at most 20 times. Other students have already started the third set. At present, he has not even passed the first set of fighting skills. Now he has entered the training of the group project, and many instructors have already reported that which team this freshman is in will hold back which team. Although he has worked harder than others, the gap that his efforts can make up is getting smaller and smaller. In this case, he actually gave up all training and put all controllable training time on an impossible task every day.

If he was a real soldier, Frafetar would have fired him without a word.

However, Avery's training plan was affirmed by Mugan. Due to a certain idea in his mind, Flaffetal finally decided not to interrupt him.

Frafetal's eyes finally fell on Mugan:

With a strong learning ability, a firm will, and a machine-like self-discipline, this is almost a perfect soldier.

That's him, Frafetar told himself, don't continue watching, the next commander who will represent the Imperial College and participate in the inter-academy league can be determined.

Frafetal could almost imagine the day when the teenager named Mugan shook the audience!

He couldn't wait.

At the same time, the Imperial Military Academy also confirmed their commander-in-chief—

"Olivia."

This name, which would have shocked the military after seven years, finally appeared in front of those big men ahead of time.

Volume 3: North of Hengtian