The Second World, also known as the Brainwave Real Network World, initially had human living space severely compressed by extraterrestrial monsters, with billions of humans crowded into a narrow land. In order to find space, the Federation built capsule apartments and developed brainwave virtual network technology, which not only provides biostatic electricity for reality, but also greatly solves the human living space issue. Now, after more than a decade of development, the Second World is becoming increasingly perfect and realistic, with more and more humans joining the ranks of the power supply army, quietly paying the electricity bills to the federal government. As for whether you believe it or not, the super otakus believe it anyway.
The structure of the Second World, including the rest area, is no different from the Earth before the nuclear war. Everything in the Second World can be exchanged for in reality, but you must have the ability to earn it. The most dangerous maps in the Second World require corresponding military ranks to enter. Because the Second World uses the most advanced brainwave stimulation directly on the human subconscious, all cognition in the virtual world is no different from reality. Biostatic electricity can stimulate your subconscious and unleash your abilities, which is the greatest means for the development of ability warriors by the Human Federation.
So the training of ability warriors not only requires exercise in reality, but also requires fighting in the virtual world, reducing the real bloodshed, but overstimulation in the Second World can still cause irreversible damage to the spirit, which is more serious than physical trauma. When extraterrestrial monsters invaded the Second World and massacred many humans, some people, due to not receiving timely treatment for their subconscious mental health, became severely handicapped, while others were too afraid to return to the Second World and could only interact with harmless mechanical codes within the local network. These people, devalued by the government, draw cheap nutrient fluid, pay electricity bills, and constantly stimulate their bodily potential, shortening their lives and becoming the cheapest battery packs, just waiting to be drained of electricity and thoroughly scrapped.
Thinking of the myths that rose in the cruel war and looking at his own dizzying current situation, Barrett Walker began to think that he could become a mysterious sniper god in the Second World. Barrett Walker started to fantasize, as he seemed to see himself making a fortune in the Second World, and then becoming a rich man in reality. Alas! Not being an ability warrior in reality is really tough.
"By the way, have you already reached the rank of captain? Have you concealed your identity? Are you famous or not?" Even though the three friends who played together since childhood never abandoned him, Barrett Walker was very withdrawn in the past life. He kept all his secrets to himself and never shared them with anyone. Perhaps that's why Julia Menard left him. So, before experiencing the events that affected his personality, he began to try to change himself as much as possible.
Although he didn't know what Barrett Walker was up to, Baron chose to believe in him. This quiet man, after all, had finally shown some promise under his own influence. If he could get that scaredy-cat Danny to join in, he thought about how flashy the Three Musketeers would be. Maybe he should call them the Three Musketeers instead!
However, why did he feel like they were more like three bumbling idiots? Baron scratched his head, firm in his thoughts. He was determined to gather a group of three musketeers and let their fame spread throughout the Federation.
"Hey! I'm talking to you. With that lecherous smile on your face, I feel uneasy!" Barrett Walker asked impatiently.
"Ah! I was thinking that it would be great if we could get Danny to join us," Baron replied with a strange smile, then deliberately spoke in broken Chinese, "Well, I have gained a bit of fame! Don't worship me too much. I call myself Zorro with two guns, I punch at the South Mountain Kindergarten, and I kick at the North Sea Nursing Home. Go and ask around, in the United States, I'm known as the Mountain Chicken, and in Russia, I'm known as Lovski. Where doesn't my legend exist?"
"Alright, let's get serious! When we enter the Second World, no matter where you are, quickly buy a ticket to Beijing and meet me there. What's your number in the Second World?" Barrett Walker said solemnly.
"9628574380. Why are we going to Beijing?" Baron clearly didn't understand Barrett Walker's intentions, and the tickets in the Second World were very expensive. Although he was from the Rockefeller family, when he followed Barrett Walker to public high school, his family had already cut off his financial support and he had no more warrior coins to exchange.
"What's wrong? You, a young master, can't even come up with this much money? Hmph! I don't believe you don't have a secret fund," Barrett Walker said, seeing Baron's poor act. He knew this guy's family might not be as rich as the Rothschilds, but they controlled the high-tech in the Federation. They were rich enough to be compared to a super tycoon.
"The Second World is still not perfect, you know? Why has Chinese civilization been able to endure for so long? It's not only because the people have tolerated each other, but it's also because during the most critical moments, the entire nation can unite and unleash unimaginable power. Beijing, as an old capital, can be said to still retain the protective dragon spirit. In this great upheaval, countless Chinese people will emerge," Barrett Walker explained.
"Alright! Don't fool me. If you waste my time, I'll have to fight you," Baron said, not understanding what strange plans Barrett Walker had in mind, and could only helplessly go along with him. After all, he had done a lot of bad things in his childhood and Barrett had a lot of leverage over him.
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Entering the Second World, this was no longer a sub-world local area network united by a few schools. There were over three hundred million people online and over six hundred million artificial intelligences. It was impossible to tell whether the people around you were real or artificial. This truly gigantic real world made you forget about the survival crisis in reality. Standing on the open streets, the crowds came and went, each with a different appearance. Thankfully, the Federation wasn't like the stick-in-the-mud country with extremely empty souls that dared not show their true faces. All the real people's appearances came from real people, and the appearances of the artificial intelligence were adapted from reality. This was truly a utopia after doomsday.
You could do anything you wanted, as long as you had the ability. Unfortunately, soon it would be put to the test by the flames of war.
Barrett Walker walked towards the Forbidden City, one of the most perfect human creations in history. Unfortunately, it had been destroyed in a nuclear war in reality. Every time he looked up at the tall red walls and the yellow tiles, he couldn't help but think of the nation's tenacity in the face of numerous hardships. This land had been irrigated with the hot blood of its people, which is why it was so fertile.
Driven out of his home, he hated the war god and the Green family, but he still loved this land, which had survived the ordeal, and only on this land could new green leaves grow. "I wonder if that guy has arrived yet," Barrett Walker thought, as he looked at the Chinese-made electronic watch on his wrist. Men love Rolex watches, but he loved watches that could keep time. Dressed in a cheap cotton T-shirt, tattered jeans, and a pair of plastic sandals, with disheveled hair, if it weren't for his still-clean face, he would look like a loser from the slums. A truly decadent young man, and he's only 18!
He waved down a taxi, and the driver, seeing him standing there for a long time, stuck his head out and asked, "What's wrong, young man? Why aren't you getting in the car?"
"I just wanted to ask, how do I get to the airport?" Barrett Walker showed his teeth in a wide smile, then turned his empty pockets inside out, and said with what he thought was the sweetest smile.
"I don't have any money. Why did you stop your car? Don't you know that the price of gas has gone up again? You're wasting my time," the taxi driver said scornfully, revving up the engine and driving away.
"Hmph! Artificial intelligence these days is so artificial. If it wasn't illegal to hit you, I'd beat you to death. I'll call for a public bus. Why are you blocking the way? So what if you're driving a taxi?" Barrett Walker cursed as the taxi drove away, then suddenly a coin appeared in his hand. He threw it into the fare box and squeezed onto the crowded bus. Thinking about Baron, who was coming by plane, he realized that he hadn't understood the ways of the rich before, so he needed to learn to be a big spender.
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"Prepare to be fleeced!
Squeezing onto public transportation in China is a grand spectacle, a magnificent sight that reveals the process of how sardines are canned. Barrett Walker admired the authenticity of the Second World War.
Yet, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of extraterrestrial beings and when they would launch a full-scale attack, and how chaotic things would become. At that time, he was comforting the heartbroken Julia Menard, only to be taken back to Mount Olympus by his father, Morton Walker, where he endured humiliation and was denied the opportunity to participate in the Great Cyber War. This led to his transformation into a spectator, feeling envious and inferior due to his lack of accomplishments. He couldn't face the dazzling Julia Menard, and the memories of the past left Barrett Walker feeling despondent. The image of her standing alone in the rain, silently shedding tears, lingered in his mind like a haunting dream. Consequently, whenever he found a moment of stillness, he displayed restlessness and wished fervently for something to divert his attention.
"Don't move!"
"Pull over!"
With three loud shouts, the crowded carriage rapidly compressed, revealing a large area of empty space, which only Barrett Walker could enjoy nonchalantly. "Finally some breathing room," he thought.
"Ah!"
A large group of people crowded together, with two people holding knives, and Barrett Walker standing in the middle of the carriage, stretching lazily. He had shouted earlier purely out of frustration from being squeezed, and hadn't expected this unexpected encounter. Looking at the fearful expressions of the crowd, and the bewildered looks of the two thieves, Barrett Walker was equally taken aback!
How had he managed to get himself into such an unfortunate situation?
"Hehe! You two first, I'll deal with my business later!"
As the thief with the knife approached from the back of the carriage, Barrett Walker awkwardly raised his hand and chuckled.
"Hmph! You're encroaching on our territory."
This thin, tall thief, with a baseball cap pulled low over his head, spoke sharply and swung his hand, thrusting the sharp knife towards Barrett Walker. As the thief brandished the knife, the bus resounded with screams.
"Too audacious!"
That was the only thought left in Barrett Walker's mind.
"Quiet."
With a loud thud, the fat thief in front, who was holding the bus driver hostage, stomped his foot and furiously exclaimed, "Hey! We're not murderers, we're just robbers. Do you want to be sentenced to decades longer for murder? I don't want to go crazy with you! We're just cohabiting temporarily."
"FUCK, do you have high blood pressure from being overweight, and your brain is damaged? If we're not caught, we're not murderers. Besides, they don't know who we are in reality."
The tall, thin thief stopped in his tracks and then shouted, "Quick, hand over all your valuables!"
Barrett Walker looked at the people in the crowded carriage, resembling quails, and realized that in his previous life, he had not encountered such a situation in his own little world. He couldn't believe that just after being reborn in this world, he was already caught up in such chaos. It was a shame there wasn't a beautiful woman, otherwise a hero rescuing a damsel in distress scenario would have been perfect.
"Oh! Look at that, a cosplaying femme fatale!"
Barrett Walker watched as a woman in a convertible Ferrari drove past the window, dressed stylishly, and as he looked down from the bus, revealed a long, white thigh, causing a flutter of hearts. To be able to drive such a nice car in the virtual world, this woman was no ordinary person. Upon closer inspection of that beautiful face, Barrett Walker was almost petrified. It was none other than Maggie Green.