When he entered the door, an almost empty room welcomed him. There was only a small seating area in the room and a snack bar leaning against the side wall. Demir was not interested in any of them because he wanted to enter virtual training as soon as possible. That's why he walked towards the door on the opposite wall that said "Virtual Training Room".
The door that opened when he entered closed behind him and disappeared without leaving a trace on the wall. Demir, who looked at the disappearing door in surprise, extended his hand towards the disappearing door. At that moment, the door became visible again.
Then he pulled his hand back and the door disappeared again. After trying once more, he was sure. In fact, the door was there. He just needed to get closer to it. Demir stopped playing with the door and started walking towards the red rings moving up and down in the middle of this very white and wide room.
Demir, who was walking calmly by looking around, remembered Ayla Teacher's words. "Can't elemental power really be used here?" he thought and tried to use the air element that he was sure existed in the room. But he could never get his mana out of his body and control the air element. As mana-blocking theories ran through his mind, he moved closer to the red rings. This rings, which was slowly turning around itself, was also moving up and down.
When the iron took a step and touched the red rings, the rings stopped moving. When he took his second step and reached the middle of the red rings, the light in the room also dimmed a little. And then, a cute little girl wearing a colorful dress with bright patterns appeared before his eyes.
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Even though he had learned how virtual education was from Teacher Ayla for a month, seeing the truth was much different than hearing it… The little girl and Demir looked at each other for a while and finally the little girl was the one who broke the silence.
- Welcome warrior. (She put her hand to her chin and added it after thinking for a while.) According to your genetic code and DNA structure, you do not have any training programs registered in our system. Now, would you like to create a training program of your own?
- Yes, please…
- Say the name you will use in virtual training for registration and evaluation.
- (Demir preferred to use his last name instead of his name.) Han
- New training programs suitable for the user "Han" are being prepared... (The little girl's gaze scanned Demir from head to toe for a while. It was as if she was looking for something. And after a short while, the little girl started talking.)
Our training programs, selected according to your physical condition, muscle structure and internal energy capacity, are listed in the table. Please, choose the training program that you think is suitable for you.
The little girl opened her left arm to the side and created a list where her fingers reached. There was only one option on the list. Since the little girl spoke as if there were more than one training program, Demir waited for a while, but no other options were added to the list.
- Please choose one of the training programs shown in the table,
- There is only one option. Why do you speak as if there were so many options?
- (The little girl agreed with Demir when she looked at the list.) Yes, you are right. There is only one option. Then I am including you in this training program. I wish you success in your training.
As the little girl turned around and disappeared, the name of the training program on the list caught Demir's attention. "Journey of the Primitive Warrior" While I was wondering what this training program was like, the list disappeared and was replaced with the text "Training is Starting… … …".
And then as this blue text slowly faded away, the training room began to darken along with it.
Meanwhile, Demir started to feel listless. It seemed as if if he slept for a while, his tiredness would pass. As the darkness increased, he could no longer keep his eyelids open. As darkness grew darker, he could no longer keep his eyelids open.
And finally, when the room was completely dark, Demir lay down where he was and started to sleep. At the same time, another text appeared.
Story is being created… … …
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"Story Summary...
When Erna's baby was only two weeks old, his tribe was attacked by people. She swaddled her breast-fed baby and left her tent to look at the noise coming from outside. At that moment, the chaos of the war caught up with Erna and she could not return to her tent until the war was over. When the war ended and everything was calm, she ran to the tent, but there was no sign of her baby.
When despair surrounded Erna, she could not stand and fell to her knees. She shouted a lot and cried a lot. When she finally stopped crying and Erna's pain turned to anger, she left her tribe. She set off towards the nearest human village. She swore that she would kill all the people who stole her baby from them. All of these cruel creatures had to be wiped off the face of the earth.
When she reached the human village days later, the village was in disarray. Before Erna, someone had come and killed everyone in the village and set their houses on fire. As Erna walked among the charred houses, she heard the crying coming from a half-burned house.
At that moment, it was as if someone had stuck an invisible needle into her heart. The sound of a crying baby ripped Erna's heart apart.
She ran into the house and approached the sound of crying. She pulled the larger pot from under the kitchen counter and slowly opened its lid. The baby, wrapped in diapers, started to cry even more when he saw Erna. As the baby cried and moved in the cloths it was wrapped in, Erna's heart softened and her eyes filled with tears.
Erna did not dare to touch the human baby right away and looked at the crying baby in the pot for a while. When she finally reached out and picked up the baby, she said, "An eye for an eye, a life for a life, and a baby for a baby," and she ran away from the human village with the human child in her arms.
When Erna returned to the tribe with the human child, no one opposed her, but they did not hide their displeasure either. Years passed and the red orc tribe got used to the human child. Now that child was part of the tribe. And today he would participate in a difficult hunt with his tribe… … …"
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Story creation is the process of temporarily creating memories in players' brains so that they can fully experience the perception of virtual reality. These memories, transferred by nanobots injected into their bodies, allow players to experience virtual games as if they were real.
All users who join the game accept the story of the game as a past memory and truly experience the game progress. They accept it as their own reality, not as a game. In this way, they can train themselves both physically and spiritually.
After the virtual reality is terminated, the experience that players experience in virtual training affects both their bodies and souls. Although the story experienced is fake, all the movements the player makes while in the game are real.
Players who think that everything they see and experience during virtual training is real feel like they have played a game on the computer for a very long time when the virtual training is over. They remember all the experiences of success and failure they have experienced in virtual training both physically and spiritually.
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Time passed and as the sun rising from the mountains illuminated the camp of the red orc tribe, Han, who was sleeping in one of the tents, opened his eyes. When the memories rushed to his brain, everything became clear and his meaningless eyes gained a slight brightness. Because today he was going to experience one of the most important days of his life.
He always woke up before sunrise, but he woke up late today because he couldn't sleep last night. Today, they were going to hunt a forest monster. After his mother's long pleas, the tribal chief allowed Han to join the hunt.
He slowly sat up in bed and looked at the rising sun through the small window of the tent when a notification that only he could see appeared in front of his eyes.
"Leave the house and proceed to the mission area…"
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From a young age, messages like this were always appearing before his eyes. Although he didn't remember the previous message, he didn't feel anything strange about the new message. After these notifications, he just had to walk around and find his mission area. Because when he approached the mission area, a small circle showing his mission area would appear in front of his eyes.
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Han quickly got out of bed and called out to his mother while changing.
- Mom, is dinner ready? If there's nothing...
- (The curtain separating Han's sleeping area was opened and a red orc woman of average beauty, about two and a half meters tall, entered.) You ill-mannered son. You dare to ask for food from your mommy without even saying good morning, right? (She approached, cracking her fingers in her palms.) A little beating will do you good…
- !! My dear mom, you know how much I love you, don't you?
- You liar. You don't even want to hug your mommy anymore. I know you're grown up, but you can still hug mommy once in a while.
Han immediately jumped up and quickly hugged his mother. If he were to get beaten by his mother at this age, he would definitely be the laughing stock of the tribe. He immediately objected to escape the beating.
- What do you mean I'm not hugging. You're my dear mother. Let's go and eat together.
While the two of them were eating the breakfast prepared on the floor table, his mother reminded Han,
- The tribal chief allowed you to join the hunt on one condition. You will definitely not stand aside and interfere with anything. Your job on the hunt is just to watch. Watch and learn. Don't make mistakes, or the tribal chief will never let you join the hunt again.
- Okay, mom. How many times have you said it? I remember, don't worry.
- You always say that and then you go and do what you want. Look, this is very serious. Don't get involved in anything. Okay? Just wait on the sidelines and learn how to hunt...
- Okay, I said okay, mom...
- Promise me.
- Offf... Okay, mom, promise, I won't interfere. I'll just watch. Okay?
- Okay. Don't chill your food and finish it all...
After eating, Han said goodbye to his mother and left the tent and headed towards the tent where the tribal chief was...