Chapter 184 - - 184 Can’t Teach_1

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"Second, what on earth? I'm such a creep..."

The simulation suddenly ended, and a middle-aged man, who was blending into the crowd on a town street and groping people's butts, ignored others punching and kicking him, foolishly stared at his personal panel, shock intermingled with delight.

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"Damn, third, jackpot, jackpot, really hit the jackpot this time!"

On a certain pirate ship, a chubby chef forcefully swallowed his saliva, not sure whether to laugh or cry.

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"Is Paul that fierce? Leading all the way to the end, took down everyone ahead of him."

On Phoenix Tail Island.

The student who saw the location of the Destiny Sea Map from kilometers away was full of shock, "Even a peeper can rank in the top ten, what the actual fuck..."

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Outside the simulation.

A black-haired young man climbed out of the assessment pod, his face ashen: "Disaster, disaster, to hell with disaster, why the hell did I go for the Sea God Scepter, if I'd just sat there and done nothing, with everyone in front dead, I could've moved into the top ten..."

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A massive room crammed with screens.

Many experts and scholars sat in the room, each in front of a display.

These experts and scholars, each wearing headphones, were intently tracking the players on their screens, occasionally scribbling and sketching in notebooks, summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of the candidates...

At this moment.

The central large screen froze on the image of Duge and Jannie both holding the Sea God Scepter.

The other small screens showed various other students' images, most refreshing their attributes, others using skills to search the ocean for the Destiny Sea Map; some were on Herd Island, having finished getting their fortunes told by the witch, were being chased and killed by lurking students...

But no one standing in front of the large screen cared about the other players on the small screens anymore.

One white-haired elder spit the tea he'd just drunk back into his cup, eyes wide with disbelief, "Seventeen, just a bit over a month! The simulation was forcefully reduced to just seventeen people by his killings, who is this Paul? Quick, pull up his profile for me..."

Beside him, Nan Youlong had a deadpan expression, mumbling, "With that style, it must be that brat Duge."

"Duge?" The white-haired elder paused, "The one from Pan Universe who was specifically requested to participate in the Alien Battlefield?"

"Exactly, the first simulation ended in less than a month because of him. The second simulation broke down in just over half a month due to his playing, forcing a stop. His style is reckless and impulsive, unconventional. In the past, he definitely wouldn't have been allowed on the Alien Battlefield." Nan Youlong's brow twitched involuntarily, he sighed, "Before entering this simulation, I warned him a thousand times, told him to hold back, to focus on the keyword 'happiness.' I didn't expect he'd still finish the simulation in just over a month..."

"This guy..." The white-haired elder stood stunned for a while, then exhaled a few words, "He's a talent."

"Nan, don't be too confident, what if it's not him? I can't believe a first-year student could clear a second-level simulation in a month." A young man in his late twenties frowned, "There are some promising scions of great families in this simulation..."

A name tag on his chest read: Fang Yan.

At that moment, a staff member delivered a stack of freshly printed reports into the hands of the white-haired elder.

Nan Youlong and Fang Yan leaned in simultaneously.

First place: Duge; ID: 48699527; Keyword: Happiness.

"Happiness?"

All three exclaimed in unison.

"How did he do that?" Fang Yan asked in astonishment.

Nan Youlong wore a look of sheer bewilderment, "Happiness? It's actually happiness? I always thought it would be related to chaos!"

"Get all the data related to happiness from the previous examinations for me." The white-haired elder turned and instructed the staff, then looked at Nan Youlong, "Bring me Duge's overall assessment."

"Sure." Nan Youlong nodded his head, turned, and left, muttering as he went, "Happiness, really happiness? How could it be? How did he manage that?"

The candidates ranked second to tenth were naturally overlooked by them.

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About twenty minutes later.

An elderly man with graying hair, Nan Youlong, Fan Yan, and seven or eight other experts around fifty years old arrived in a small conference room.

Each person seated had a set of Duge’s information at hand, and everyone was intensely flipping through the data in front of them.

From time to time, the office was filled with sounds of tsks.

Obviously.

The few simulated battlefield experiences of Duge had brought them immense shock.

“Looks like everyone’s almost done, what are your thoughts?” The elderly man with graying hair was the first to finish going through the documents; he quietly waited for a moment, and, seeing that most people had lifted their heads, he coughed lightly and asked.

“General Fu, Duge’s performance was quite ordinary while he was in school, but once he entered the simulation field, it’s like he became a different person. He must be one of those talents who can burst forth,” said a middle-aged man named Zhuo Chen, “He always manages to develop new advanced skills from some ordinary keywords. Once or twice might be coincidental, but taking first place in the simulated battlefield three times and finishing it within about a month indicates his true capability. Even Hua Guyun wasn’t this outstanding at his age.”

“In the previous simulated battlefield, the keyword ‘joy’ appeared two thousand eight hundred times, and the best result was 374th place. On the Alien Battlefield, the keyword ‘joy’ also had zero champions. I can’t guess what kind of derivative skills he’s managed to create,” said a middle-aged man beside Zhuo Chen with a bitter smile, “Advisor Nan, haven’t you contacted him?”

“General Fu didn’t allow it,” Nan Youlong shook his head.

“With only two and a half months to the new round of the Alien Battlefield, we must develop a specific training plan for Duge,” General Fu surveyed the room, “I have a feeling that as long as he doesn’t fall mid-way, he might just be the next Hua Guyun. At 18, he’s too young.”

“Yes! A young man like him, if we could give him two more years, no, one more year to grow, and smooth out the restless elements in his character, he would stand a much better chance of surviving on the Alien Battlefield,” Zhuo Chen said, “At 18, he is too young and still so impulsive; I really fear he won’t last even one round on the Alien Battlefield!”

“Why can’t we postpone him for a year?” asked a middle-aged man named Bai Jiang.

“In his last assessment, he broke the simulated battlefield, and people from above specifically requested his participation,” Nan Youlong replied.

A moment of silence.

General Fu knocked on the table and said sternly, “Duge’s participation in the Alien Battlefield has been decided. Everyone here is the most experienced in training, and I have only one request for you: come up with the most suitable training method for Duge to ensure he survives the first round of the Alien Battlefield. If he can get through the first round, we’ll have the opportunity to further mold him…”

A few experts exchanged glances, and Bai Jiang said, “General Fu, the information summarized on paper is too general. We’d like to see replays of Duge’s three simulated battlefields to devise a concrete strategy.”

General Fu nodded.

Nan Youlong, well-prepared, pressed the play button on the table.

The scene switched to the Feng family’s Mansion, the moment Duge opened his eyes on the bed…

General Fu shifted to a more comfortable position and also turned his gaze to the screen.

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Three hours later.

The scene froze.

In the office, the expressions on everyone’s faces were quite something to behold.

“What do you say?” General Fu asked.

“Unconventional. Not following any set pattern,” Bai Jiang said.

“Doesn’t seem like he was taught by an academy,” Zhuo Chen frowned.

“In the third simulated battlefield, he probably planned to keep a low profile at first, but in the end, he couldn’t help but flip the table,” a specialist named Meng Yonghu said, “That’s his inherent nature, and furthermore, he’s tasted success in three consecutive stages; it’s simply impossible to reverse his perspective in just two short months.”

“Unless he can truly stabilize his temperament, surviving the first Alien Battlefield will be difficult,” Fan Yan shook his head, “Too impulsive, there were several times when it was sheer luck carrying him through. The warriors on the Alien Battlefield are not as immature as the candidates…”

“I’m here for methods to improve his abilities, not to listen to your complaints,” General Fu knocked on the table, displaying dissatisfaction.

“Can’t be taught,” Bai Jiang shook his head again, “General Fu, his character is already set.”

“It would have been great if Duge were born into a prominent family,” Zhuo Chen remarked, “His understanding of keywords, combined with the nurturing from a family from a young age, could have made it possible for him to become the next Hua Guyun. Now, it’s too difficult.”

“General Fu, at this point, our involvement won’t be very effective. Find him some successful past cases for him to draw experience from,” Meng Yonghu suggested, “At this stage, it’s up to him to understand on his own. Duge is extremely insightful; outside interference will only be met with superficial obedience, but he won’t truly listen…”

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