Ring

The needle pointed at five o'clock. Fatty sat on the floor, gulping down the water in the bottle. He was sweating profusely.

Mu Fan threw the protective gear in his hand aside, and there was no fatigue in his voice. "Harry, this is all for today's training. I don't know any martial arts, so I can only do my best to be your sparring partner. If you can hold on, I believe there will be changes."

After an afternoon of training, Fatty was so tired that he did not want to say a word. He wiped his face with his big hands and said in a muffled voice, "I'm gonna go all out… We'll continue tomorrow. This Fat brother, have to show those guys that how cool I am."

After washing their bodies, the two of them walked out of the training room. The alloy door behind them slowly closed. Fatty walked step by step, holding on to the wall. His body was trembling, and the suit on his body could not bring out Fatty's demeanor. Even the perky buttocks of the female attendant that just passed by did not attract Fatty's attention. If they were closer, it would be easy to hear Fatty mumbling repeatedly, "I want to go home. I'm almost there… I want to go home…"

Mu Fan followed the fatty down the stairs. He saw a group of people tidying up their clothes in the hall on the first floor.

"I got the money! I got the money!" A big man passed by Mu Fan quickly.

Mu Fan looked in the direction they were going. A small group of people had gathered there. He saw a few of them during lunch. It seemed that it was time to collect their salaries.

So Mu Fan stopped the half-dead fatty in front. "Harry, I'm going to get my payslip there. You go first."

"Ah, okay. Where is your house? I'll give you a ride later," the fatty forced himself to answer.

"No, I think the dojo will arrange tomorrow's work later, so You can go first." Mu Fan did not want the fatty to send him. He was used to running back, and he did not want to reveal any secrets about the black egg.

"All right, I'll go back and make arrangements with Uncle Wu. See you tomorrow. I'm so tired today. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna die." The fatty's face drooped as he turned back and continued to move toward the door.

Mu Fan walked to the side of the dojo staff. "Name the place."

"Mu Fan, VIP hall number nine on the second floor."

"Well, Mu Fan, this is your salary." After checking the electronic register, the staff handed him 500 star dollars. Mu Fan solemnly took it with both hands. This was the first time he had earned so much money in a day.

"Come to the dojo at eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. Those who are late will have their money deducted." Then, as usual, he notified Mu Fan.

After Mu Fan agreed, he walked toward the changing room with the star dollar in his hand. Along the way, he saw that a few of his peers were already injured. Mu Fan frowned for a moment and then relaxed.

When he went out again, Mu Fan put on his shabby clothes, but the smell of engine oil was much lighter.

…

Mu Fan looked up at the sky. The Luo Jia Star was at the edge of the federation map. The night had come especially early. At this time, the curtain of stars was heavily laid, and the night hung low. Mu Fan took a deep breath of the mixed air and looked around. The people in suits and leather shoes were passing by. The night-life in City 22 had begun, and various neon lights had lit up the city.

Touching the 500 star dollars that lay quietly in his pocket, Mu Fan felt that he was in an exceptionally good mood today. Oh, right, there was also that fatty. The corners of his lips curled up when he thought of harry.

After a few turns, he arrived at the entrance of the city. Mu Fan looked back and stretched out a few times. Then, he shrugged off his arms and ran toward the suburbs.

"What the hell is that?" In a hover car that was heading toward the city, the driver accidentally saw a black shadow flickering in the distance as he flicked his cigarette. His body shivered, and he threw the cigarette butt away as he recalled all kinds of terrible rumors. "Drive faster. It's still too dangerous outside at night."

Mu Fan did not know that someone had noticed his whereabouts in the hover car heading toward the city. He would not care even if he knew. His world was simple. He just needed to live. Now he had one more thing to do, and he would earn a photon processor. He would drive his mecha through the universe in the future. Of course, he did not know what he would do in the future. That was a matter for the future. Fatty's words touched him deeply. He had an inexplicable feeling that his sky was too monotonous now. He wanted to see the excitement outside.

He lowered his head and distracted himself, but his feet accurately stepped on the flat rocks and pavement in the night. Then, his body would always cross the tree branches and stone walls. Mu Fan moved like a ghost in the dark night. His movements were light and agile, and his endurance was long.

With a thump, he stepped on the half-dead tree, which was sticking out at an angle. His body gracefully turned in the air due to inertia, and his back brushed against the branch below him as he jumped. Mu Fan glanced around. There were signs of animals moving in the forest beside him. He heard the sound of animals moving, but he did not care. He was satisfied with his lunch. He did not need to worry about his stomach anymore. He would go home first! Go home!

…

The abandoned factory was still quietly sitting there. The sky had turned completely dark, and the factory was one with the darkness. There was no light at all, but Mu Fan's eyes were shining.

"There was no sign of anyone coming in from the ground near the door. The detection line beside the wall was not blocked. The shape of the fire did not change. Well, there were no footprints on the ashes beside the black egg…"

"Black Egg!!" "Mu Fan, please call me Blackie, not Black Egg!" Mu Fan was rubbing his chin and checking the warning he left behind when he left in the morning. He was startled by the angry sound from the wastebasket.

There was not a hint of embarrassment on Mu Fan's face.

"When keywords are detected will automatically wake up." Mu Fan could clearly feel the anger in the voice coming from the waste pile.

Mu Fan lit the fire speechlessly. He took the black carrier out of the waste and looked at the antenna with the white ball rising toward him.

"Why do you look different now?"

"I used 30% of my intelligence to perform a 10% emotional simulation. Lord Black is not an ordinary artificial intelligence. I am an intelligent life with the ability to think myself. I am much, much different from general." When the white ball saw Mu Fan's facial paralysis, it twisted hard.

Mu Fan continued to say expressionlessly, "Oh."

Then, before the egg could protest, he continued, "The photon processor is ready."

Ding! The white ball suddenly projected an expression, and a blue smiley face appeared in the air.

"Mu Fan, I have completed the preliminary level-one self-examination. Level-two program sorting and self-repair no longer requires the current carrier." The smiling blue face faced Mu Fan.

"Black egg."

"Yes."

"Black egg."

"Yes, host."

"Black egg."

"Mu Fan, tell me."

"Black egg."

"Hmm…"

…

Mu Fan was finally satisfied. When he saw that the smile on the face projected by the black screen was still bright, he nodded with satisfaction. "I worked in a martial arts dojo and got to know a friend. He asked me to teach him combat and enter the PO Battle Network with him. He promised to give me a photon computer."

"Photon Computer, Battle Network?" The blue smiley face suddenly became surprised. "When?"

"The fatty will come again tomorrow."

"Mu fan, I need the data of your current world. I will formulate a training plan that matches your physical condition according to the data. I need the photon computer to connect to the Internet to perfect the Virtual Persona. Please bring me along."

Mu Fan looked at the huge egg in front of him and frowned.

As if seeing Mu Fan's confusion, the white ball suddenly withdrew its carrier. After a few seconds of silence, a small robotic arm stretched out. On the top of the arm was a tray with a ring inside. It was just that there were no gorgeous gems, no gold-glowing luster, and even no unnecessary patterns. However, it was slightly wider than a normal ring.

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