"How should I put this? You could call them Genetic Evolvers. However, these people became somewhat fanatic in their pursuit to become Genetic Evolvers. The Genetic Evolution we adopt today always maintains humanity at its core. Mutants, strictly speaking, are the failures of current Genetic Evolution. Of course, this is just the mainstream view.
"But judging from certain sources, the mainstream view is correct. Because Mutants have adopted genes from partially polluted creatures, their temperaments and other aspects are closer to beasts rather than humans. What you heard was probably from people playing games. There is a game that features the concept of Mutants. They still exist in the real world, but they are extremely rare. Once a Mutant is discovered, they are immediately destroyed," Liu Zhijie explained. Since Yang Bo was now a company employee, it was necessary to inform him about certain things.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Liu. I'll head back first then."
"Go on back. There are quite a few VIPs coming this time. When it comes to serving them, no one likes people with chips," Liu Zhijie said.
Yang Bo was very curious about what this virtual training would be like, so he hurried back eagerly.
Then he found out that it was just a set of service standards—which was understandably just an employee code of conduct. For example, he couldn't look the clients directly in the eye, couldn't leak their whereabouts, couldn't ask for autographs, and, naturally, didn't need to speak. It also covered what to do in emergencies, what to shout, and what measures to take. For instance, if someone tried to forcefully enter his designated security area, he was to loudly warn them, "Sir, this is a restricted area. Please leave." If the intruder didn't stop, he would immediately shout a second time and press the portable alarm he carried. And that was it. The rest involved watching the intruder get brutally beaten by high-level special security personnel before being taken away.
Shouting twice was enough; there was no need to step forward or take any physical action. People like Yang Bo didn't have law enforcement authority, and getting physical would only bring trouble to the company. As for encountering someone with a Weapon, he was told to run away first. In the face of irresistible danger, fleeing to protect oneself was the top priority. When it came to serving VIPs—such as cleaning the places where they stayed—he just needed to avoid looking at anyone, keep his head down, and mind his own business. Even if people started fighting or something, he was not to interfere, as that fell outside the company's scope of service. And that was it. Yang Bo was somewhat disappointed. He had thought this training would teach him how to be a qualified security guard, preferably with some violent combat training, but this was all there was.
He trained on the procedures for an hour, memorized them, and then skipped the assessment. Since this Virtual Helmet belonged to the company, Yang Bo guessed that Liu Zhijie could see whether he had taken the assessment or not. So, what was wrong with blatantly slacking off?
Yang Bo found a paid Fighting training software online. The reason he chose a paid one was that paying meant establishing a contract, which greatly minimized the risk of privacy leaks. As Liu Zhijie had said, the large companies that developed these software wouldn't sell out their leverage over a few nobodies. Of course, when Yang Bo played the Mecha game and did this Fighting training, he used his own virtual image projector and auxiliary equipment. He didn't use the Virtual Helmet issued by the company. That one only had two training programs on it and nothing else, making it strictly for internal company use. No matter the internet company, they all claimed that privacy was important and respected. However, only large companies would not easily cross that bottom line because the risks were simply too high. As for small companies, the worst that could happen was bankruptcy. What could you do about it?
Yang Bo started with an evasion training session. The difficulty was set to automatic. Inside a virtual room, balls flew at him from all angles. The evasion training began. From the very beginning, Yang Bo felt a sense of strangeness. In his eyes, these balls appeared to be moving very slowly. He effortlessly dodged them—one, two, three, four, five. Yang Bo came to a sudden realization. This was the power of his Dynamic Field of View.
The training intensity upgraded every minute. Ten minutes later, his field of vision was completely filled with balls. Surprisingly, their speeds were no longer consistent. If the balls all moved at the same speed, he could have easily calculated their distances. But with some accelerating and others decelerating, Yang Bo found it incredibly difficult. His brain was working in overdrive. Eighteen minutes! Yang Bo was hit in a vital spot, ending his first training session. He wiped away a handful of sweat. It was the first time he had sweated this much since coming to this world.
After recharging his energy, he felt refreshed and continued his training. This time, he chose the attack mode. It was still the same room, but now there was a dummy. This dummy would dodge; its speed started off slow but gradually increased. Yang Bo chose to fight with his fists. In this high-tech world, if you dared to brandish a Weapon and show off, drone police would gun you down in less than thirty seconds. No matter how great your justification or how innocent you were, the moment you held something the drone police deemed a dangerous threat, they would light you up first and ask questions later.
The third segment involved sparring against the dummy. The dummy's speed was very fast. At first, Yang Bo could only defend, but he slowly began to counterattack. Eventually, the opponent increased to two dummies. According to the software developer, this Fighting training had no fixed moves or routines; it trained one's subconscious reflexes. Yang Bo didn't know if training like this would be of any use in this hyper-advanced technological society, but it was always better to be somewhat prepared. As for logging into the Mecha game, he could only play for two hours a day because it was far too expensive.
"I can't go back to the lake from yesterday. So, where should I go next?" Yang Bo thought. After dinner that evening, he logged into the Mecha game.
Having just killed several people there yesterday, Yang Bo absolutely refused to return today. He carefully reviewed the data provided by official customer service. More than five hundred kilometers away, there was a D-level polluted creature, and Yang Bo decided to go check it out. This D-level polluted creature was a giant rat living inside a rock crevice near a mountain range. Many newcomers had gone to hunt it down, but unfortunately, the rat possessed some unknown ability that allowed it to escape every single time. Moreover, the rock crevice was very deep and too narrow for a Mecha to enter.
What Yang Bo didn't know was that he had been targeted less than a hundred kilometers after leaving the base. This was because the number of Blade Mechas in the base was very small, and the others were all heavily modified—equipped with stronger Rocket Backpacks, more powerful Laser Swords, and so on. Along the way, Yang Bo studied his map. Heading to where the D-level polluted rat was located was really just to take a look; his main targets were the bats in the nearby caves, which the data indicated were quite numerous. If he could farm Ordinary animals, why would he ever go farm powerful polluted creatures? Did repairing a Mecha cost nothing?
"General, give the order," his subordinates clamored in the underground space as the Tiger-faced General watched the Mecha piloted by Yang Bo in the distance.
"Blood Bat, I'm leaving this to you. I want you to take your men and blow this scum's Mecha to pieces. From now on, whenever this scum comes out, completely destroy his Mecha. As long as his Mecha gets destroyed continuously, he will go bankrupt. Once he goes bankrupt, we can use the court ruling to track down this scum in the real world. Then, I'm going to eat him." The Tiger-faced General was fuming. To think he had suffered such heavy losses at the hands of a mere Blade Mecha!