Chapter 2: The Hell Instance
The next day, before dawn, Lian Fei got up and went to the cafeteria.
Unsurprisingly, Luo Zheng was already there.
Luo Zheng barely glanced at her and continued eating.
Lian Fei had no desire to greet him. She took a plate of fried rice and found a seat to savor it slowly.
It had been a long time since she’d eaten something so rich in color, aroma, and flavor.
The last time she had something this delicious was before she had traveled through time.
Out there, meat was often available because hunting was common, but salt was expensive, so most of her meals barely tasted passable.
Lian Fei took several big bites of the fried rice, feeling a faint hint of home.
It reminded her a bit of Yangzhou fried rice...
“If I were you, I’d just go die right now, to avoid dying in the most humiliating way possible in front of the entire Federation when you arrive at Eden,” Luo Zheng said coldly as he passed by, holding an empty plate. “You should know that Eden is broadcast live across the entire galaxy.”
Lian Fei tilted her head in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Luo Zheng snorted coldly, muttered “loser,” and walked away without looking back.
Lian Fei’s eyes widened.
Had he just insulted her?
No, why?
Why was she a loser?
This confusion lingered as Lian Fei entered the training room.
Those who had been warm to her yesterday were now cold and distant. Some even glanced at her with subtle disdain.
Murong was the only one who greeted her, but Lian Fei sensed Murong’s enthusiasm had completely cooled compared to the day before.
Ignoring them, Lian Fei walked to the treadmill, intending to warm up by walking.
But just as she approached, Xu Ang strode onto the treadmill.
Without a word, he raised an eyebrow, glanced at her, and turned on the machine.
Lian Fei frowned and moved to another treadmill, only for another man to take it before she could reach it.
She moved to other equipment, and each time someone beat her to it.
Even if the person was already using another machine, they would immediately abandon it to snatch hers.
Annoyed, Lian Fei asked, “What’s your problem?”
“Training. Got a problem with that?” Xu Ang replied impatiently.
Lian Fei laughed bitterly. “Out of all this equipment, you just have to take mine?”
“This isn’t yours,” said a man with short brown hair. “This equipment is public; anyone can use it.”
Lian Fei searched her mind for names from the list she had seen on the lightbrain last night and quickly matched him.
Qian Can, 28 years old.
Lian Fei scanned the eight people in the training room. When she saw Murong, she noticed a trace of impatience on his face.
Though she didn’t understand why, one thing was clear: she was being bullied.
That feeling was so familiar.
Lian Fei scratched her cheek.
Forget it.
She snorted coldly and headed for the training room door.
A bunch of idiots.
Just as Lian Fei was about to leave, she sharply sensed malice behind her.
Instinctively, she turned and caught a flying object.
Realizing it was a person, she twisted their arm, swiftly pinned them down with her knee.
Her fast, ruthless move stunned everyone present.
Xu Ang, pinned beneath her, howled in pain as his arm was twisted.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Lian Fei asked coldly.
“Let me go, you loser!” Xu Ang screamed.
Lian Fei smiled and twisted his arm backward even more.
“Ahhhhhh!!”
“Enough, Lian Fei,” Murong stepped forward. “I apologize to you on his behalf.”
Lian Fei looked up at Murong.
Her face was expressionless, her eyes icy. Despite Xu Ang’s violent struggle beneath her knee, she remained motionless.
Everyone present felt a shiver of fear.
Murong swallowed nervously and forced himself to stay calm.
“Sorry, Lian Fei,” Murong said, his voice trembling with fear.
Lian Fei sighed deeply and released Xu Ang, but the next moment, she kicked him hard in the abdomen.
Xu Ang flew into the wall, embedding himself firmly.
He spat blood and lost consciousness.
Such strength.
Not exactly what one would call useless!
“Don’t bother me,” Lian Fei sneered and turned to leave the training room.
“Shen, Shen Ziqian, are you sure that’s all her personal information?” Wen Shuhao asked, his voice trembling.
Shen Ziqian was silent. Opening his lightbrain, he replied, “That’s all I could find.”
“Then there’s another possibility,” Lilith spoke up. “Her personal information is classified, and with a very high secrecy level.”
Everyone present was stunned.
...
Because of her personal data, Lian Fei had unwittingly caused waves of shock among the other nine.
Lian Fei herself remained unaware.
At that moment, her face was blank as she returned to the dorm, simmering with anger inside.
If they wouldn’t let her train, then she wouldn’t.
After all, this was her first time encountering so much high-tech equipment, and she hadn’t yet figured it all out.
Besides, training wasn’t limited to the training room.
Lian Fei had traveled through time ten years ago, and this body seemed to have starved to death in a garbage dump.
Upon awakening, she dragged her exhausted, hungry body out of the garbage area.
Later, she was picked up by her current parents.
Since then, she had lived a simple hunter’s life.
If it weren’t for the occasional glimpse of technology far superior to her original world’s, she would have thought she’d just arrived in some rural backwater.
Now, having finally touched something befitting the “interstellar” setting, she had spent the entire previous night pondering it, unwilling to sleep.
What intrigued Lian Fei most was the virtual machine in her room.
She had seen on television that this machine could extract a person’s consciousness and project it into a virtual world—DOL.
DOL was originally developed by the Federation to train military academy cadets and soldiers through combat simulation.
Later, due to high maintenance costs and deficits, it was opened to the public and hosted combat competitions.
Today, DOL was less a training system and more a massive virtual online game.
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