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Mm! Mu Fan's eyes lit up, and the fatigue was swept away. He stepped forward and grabbed the fat man's arm, "Where is it?"
The fat man shrank and looked at Mu Fan, whose body was steaming with heat. He quickly pointed aside and said, "Stop! Don't touch me, you're all sweaty! Go clean up and change in the changing area first."
"Okay." Mu Fan looked down at himself, indeed a bit shabby, scratched his head helplessly, and grinned as he went to freshen up.
When Mu Fan came out later, he saw the fat man sitting on the carpet fiddling with his Sky Communication, with two dark black boxes next to him, one opened, and the other unopened.
"Here, the unopened one is yours. Fat Brother is watching the latest fighting videos of experts, learn as long as you live. You should really learn from Fat Brother's diligence in learning." The fat man kept babbling while pointing at the unopened box as he saw Mu Fan come out, his eyes fixed on the light screen of the Sky Communication.
"Is this a Light Computer?" Mu Fan walked over and picked up the box, turning it over to examine it.
"Dummy, press that black push button." The fat man glanced up and reminded Mu Fan, who hadn't opened the box for a long time.
"Oh, thanks." Mu Fan grinned again, pressed the button, and the box gradually cracked open, automatically flattening and revealing a delicate helmet inside.
"This is currently the newest Light Computer available on Loga Star. For a newer one, I'd have to go to the administrative planet when I get a chance. Sit here, I'll show you how to use it."
Mu Fan gently rubbed the ring on his ring finger with his thumb, sat next to the fat man, and watched the fat man's hands operate carefully.
The fat man pointed to the side of the helmet and said, "This blue button is the switch. After turning it on, just wear it. It has a neural Coordination Device inside that can automatically connect to the interstellar network, but only where there's network coverage. If you go to an uninhabited planet, it's probably not going to work."
Then he pointed to a small area at the back of the helmet and said, "This is the chip recognition area, usually where you do repairs. Don't mess with it. It's where professional personnel disassemble it. The Light Computer uses compression energy technology, and one charge lasts about a month. There's nothing else worth explaining."
"Once you put it on, you'll be prompted to register an account. Then you add me. My digital ID is LB004LJX077852319, the name is—Lemon Balloon! How about it, isn't it very fresh and meaningful, hahaha!" The fat man's tone paused as he mentioned his nickname. Laughing, he seemed to cheer himself up in front of Mu Fan.
"..." Mu Fan looked speechlessly at the fat man huddled there.
"Okay, did you remember the numbers? If not, I'll say it again, LB..." The fat man skipped his previous emotions and said to Mu Fan.
"LB004LJX077852319, name is Lemon Balloon. I remember it." Mu Fan directly interrupted the fat man's chatter.
"Very smart, go in quickly, I'll teach you the basics first." The fat man patted Mu Fan on the shoulder excitedly, thinking he should quickly educate him before he had no chance.
"Mm, let's go in then." Mu Fan looked at the fat man while holding the helmet.
"Okay," the fat man agreed, put down his Sky Communication, picked up his Light Computer helmet, and put it on to start.
When Mu Fan saw the fat man put on the helmet, he suddenly grabbed the back of the helmet quickly with his right hand, pressing his ring finger into the chip area the fat man pointed out.
A magical scene occurred. As the finger pressed against the helmet, Mu Fan's ring seemed to melt, turning into a small stream of silvery liquid metal that flowed across the helmet, found the chip area's gap, and burrowed in.
In the blink of an eye, the small stream of silvery metal liquid completely disappeared.
Mu Fan held the helmet carefully in his hands, overwhelmed with emotion, his palms trembling slightly. Glancing at the fat man beside him, Mu Fan gritted his teeth, put on the helmet, and felt for the blue button. "Buzz"—it started!
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The world went dark instantly. It was a feeling never experienced before. Mu Fan felt his conscious awareness leave his body and rise into the deep black sky. In a third-person perspective, he could see his character image, then, driven by some inexplicable force, his consciousness suddenly returned to his body.
He looked down, clenched his fist. In the virtual world of consciousness, he could only see himself; around him was complete darkness. The novelty of this feeling made Mu Fan incredibly curious.
His right hand shot out like the wind and retracted. Mu Fan stared strangely at his fist. Although his body felt like his own, the slowness of these reactions made him frown deeply. His real reaction speed was several times faster than what he saw now. It felt awkward.
"Ding, welcome, dear player, welcome to the PO Battle Net. Please choose to log in to an account. If not registered, please choose account registration."
As Mu Fan was bending his head and pinching his character's arm, he suddenly heard a system prompt. Looking up, he saw a floating robot radiating blue light emerge in the dark ahead. Then, two light screen options appeared on each side in front of him: "Account Login" and "Account Registration."
"Ding, welcome, dear player, welcome to the PO Battle Net. Please choose to log in to an account. If not registered... please choose.. Beep---"
The robot repeated it again, but this time it stopped abruptly before finishing the sentence. Then came a long electronic beep, the floating robot vanished, and the light screens disappeared.
Silence returned all around, and Mu Fan was dumbfounded. What was going on?
"Hello?" "Is anyone there?" Unable to resist, he called out twice, but unsurprisingly, there was no answer.
How do I get out? Mu Fan looked down at his body, a bit distressed...
"Ding, system restart successful... Zzz... Welcome, dear player, welcome to the PO Battle Net."
Hearing the voice again, Mu Fan sighed in relief. Wait, why was the electronic voice different from before? Something wasn't right!
"...Since you didn't respond within three seconds, the system has automatically registered a random account."
What, such harsh conditions? No, this voice, this voice, why did it sound so familiar?
"Black Egg!" Mu Fan suddenly looked up.
In the dark area ahead appeared a silver-white spherical figure, about the size of a fist, which spun backward and floated in front of Mu Fan.
"Hello, Mu Fan," Silver's round form imitated a curved eyebrow light shadow, presenting a familiar smiling expression to Mu Fan.
"Black Egg, it's really you." Mu Fan couldn't help but reach out and touch the hovering sphere in front of him. A slightly chilled touch gave a surreal feeling of being in the real world.
"Mu Fan, this Light Computer has been optimized by my previous Liquid Metal body. In the tens of seconds you were waiting to enter the system, I have already interfaced with part of the information and performed cross-boundary optimization on some client software. Now, the simulation degree of this Light Computer can be enhanced by Spirit's strong stimulation from 70% directly to 85%+1%."
"Mm, you just set it up for me." Mu Fan was completely a tech layman now, not understanding these terms, so he simply left it all to Black Egg in one sentence.
"Command accepted." A laser wave flashed across Black Egg's face, then the sphere turned red before changing back to silver white.
"Mu Fan, I have now officially entered the interstellar network. For a considerable time in the future, I will optimize myself here. If needed in the future, I can enter the entity at any time for coordinated combat."
Mu Fan only understood the first half of the sentence. The latter half of the sentence was entirely beyond his comprehension at the moment. What was an entity? What was coordinated combat?
"I don't get it here. You handle the plan as usual." Mu Fan said concisely.
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PS: Thank you to book friend Huan Qianyun and Can★Snow Wu Hen for the 588 Qidian coins reward! Thanks to Bai Yiduo for the generous reward!
(Today, I want to say something off-topic. Lige likes writing at night, but last night at around 11, I dozed off from being too tired. When I woke up, I saw Huan Qianyun's reward. He specially recharged his phone to reward our book, but only received half. I was deeply moved. He has been the most active book friend in the comment section since Lige only wrote three or four chapters. He gave encouragement and cheered on, but I mistook it for a sycophantic comment. It turned out he had been following this book diligently. His long reviews after the book reached the new book list truly invigorated Lige for several nights. Indeed, readers' encouragement is the greatest praise for authors. I also sincerely thank those silent supporters who didn't leave comments! Thank you again!)
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