The user "high-speed stag" enters the pre-connected area of the neural network.

Amon felt a voice ringing directly in his head—a voice that startled him at first, for it had been a long time since he had heard something like this echoing directly in the depths of his consciousness, and it even made him think for a moment that he had accidentally connected to the mortal believers in the real world, but he quickly calmed down and became confused by the word "high-speed stag" mentioned by the voice.

…… He knows all these words, but what's the matter with making phrases? Why do you always feel that there is a vague weirdness to this phrase? Who is speaking? A legendary network administrator or some autonomous-running mind?

Amone pondered in confusion, but before he could make sense of anything, the lights and shadows that flickered in front of him quickly became clear and diverted his attention - the former god of nature opened his "eyes" for the first time in cyberspace, and he saw that he was standing in an almost pure white space, which was extremely vast, but not endless, and in the far distance he could see snow-white walls rising from the ground, extending upwards into the endless high light, and on the gray-white ground beneath his feet, You can see neatly arranged blue grids that glow with shimmering light, and from time to time you can see falling runes in the air around you, which appear like raindrops, quickly fall, and dissolve into the grid lines of the floor.

It's such a strange place...... It looks empty, but is this the so-called "neural network mind space"? I think that's the name...... Doesn't it look interesting......

Ammon's mind was filled with more and more doubts, he vaguely remembered that Mirmina seemed to have told him some common sense about this space before, and the nervous mortal technicians who had come here to install the equipment before seemed to explain something to him, but somehow, after entering this place, those useful knowledge were quickly forgotten, and he just looked at this place in confusion, not knowing what to do next for a while.

But at this moment, the soft, but emotionless voice came into his ears again, interrupting the former god's thoughts: "There is an anonymous visitor who has applied to enter your pre-connected area, will you be interviewed?" You can evict a visitor at any time. ”

Amon wasn't very good at these strange technical gadgets made up by mortals, but he didn't lack the ability to understand, he understood the meaning of the voice, and quickly tried to respond with a little surprise: "Accept, how should you accept it?" Say it? Or just think about it in your heart and ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the voice that echoed directly in his head rang out: "Visitor applications have been accepted, the neural network is preparing the mind projection, please ...... later"

Amon was stunned, and said to himself helplessly: "Okay, I still haven't figured out whether to say it or think about it in my heart." ”

He muttered, and before he could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed something in the air not far away—it was a large number of chaotic and shaky lines of light and shadow, and then the lines of light and shadow began to condense and combine into a clear human body, and in just a second or two, he saw a lady in an intricate and ornate court black dress appear there.

The lady had a sweet and calm countenance, long black hair with a silver-white glow, and a long dress like the night sky with delicate silver ornaments and pale gold tassel pendants, and she stood there like a noble lady coming out of the court, exuding a mysterious and languid temperament that seemed to mean little to Ammon.

He quickly recognized the identity of the figure by instinct, it was an uninvited tenant, a pioneer in the netting technology, a running enthusiast in the shadow world, a practitioner who left his post without permission, and the god of praise at his funeral - Ms. Mirmina.

"I guessed it was you," Amone said in a very indifferent tone, looking at the figure not far away, "What's going on in this place?" Is this the so-called 'neural network'? ”

"I knew you had forgotten what I told you, and it was right to come and help," Mirmina's tone was helpless as she walked over to Amon, "Don't you remember?" As I told you, you'll first enter a preparatory area – the virtual space inside the neural network is like an orderly real world, where activities have their own rules, and any user must prepare for the first time in the network, including setting up their image in the network and adapting to the feeling of neural links, before they can officially enter that world.

"Of course, it is said that in the beginning, cyberspace was not like that, when users were thrown directly into the virtual space as soon as they made a connection, but after a few accidents where first-time users were almost lost, the mortal technicians perfected the rules of this cyberspace. After all, this thing is for a large number of ordinary people, and those ordinary people are not trained and willpowered......"

"Okay, okay, I see, it's 'pre-birth preparations,'" Ammon said, repeatedly, "so we're actually still standing outside the gates of that world, and I need to do something here...... Prepare, to get in, right? ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Mirmina a few more times - although the other party's image at the moment still roughly maintained her "mythical posture", there was obviously a big difference between the two, she now looked more like an ordinary mortal, with a physical body and a clear appearance, at least ...... She must have legs under her skirt now.

"So that's what you're doing in the 'preparation'? Make yourself look more like a mortal...... It makes sense, after all, we can't let ourselves be too weird if we're going to enter a world full of mortal figures," Amone said, curiously asking, "So what should I do?" ”

"First of all, you have to figure out what you look like now," Mirmina looked enthusiastic, and with a wave of her hand, a huge mirror appeared in front of Amon, "here, you can control everything with your mind, shape things, change your appearance, go to certain places...... Your imagination is what you can do here. Of course, there are still limits to all of this, and given the abundance of extremely dangerous pollutants in our 'imaginations', we will be suppressed even more severely, and some actions that will lead to undesirable consequences will be warned and blocked by the system. But don't worry, you'll get used to it quickly, and you're probably not going to deliberately imagine world-destroying thoughts, will you? ”

Amun could not listen to the last words of Mirmina at this moment, and his eyes were focused on the mirror that had suddenly appeared, and in the huge mirror, a middle-aged man who seemed very strange to him was standing there, staring at him with the same astonishment.

It was a mortal, a simple and lifelike mortal, he was obviously just a figure in a mirror, but it was as real as if he were living somewhere in the world, Amone had imagined countless times what it would be like if he were free to walk in the mortal world at will, but he never imagined that the figure that even he could not manifest from his heart would one day appear in front of his eyes in such an abrupt but natural way.

He broke the silence with a slightly strange voice in his voice: "This...... This image is ......"

"This is the default male image of the system, in order to facilitate those novices like you can enter the network smoothly, and not become a twisted freak or run around naked in the virtual dream city, the designers of the neural network set up such a basic template in the initial immersion cabin that is easy to modify and manipulate, he is considered to be the most ordinary and mediocre appearance of the human world, there is an episode dedicated to this, but you didn't ...... at the time" Mirmina said casually, But soon she noticed that Amun was eerily silent, and she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" It feels like you've been hit all of a sudden......"

"I ...... No, it's your delusion," Amone said immediately, waving his hand vigorously, a knee-jerk that made him freeze like petrified in the next second, and he suddenly realized that it was his own arm that he had just waved.

Mortal-like arms.

He lowered his head, and for the first time saw his body in this virtual space, an ordinary body standing on the ground, dressed in a white robe and trousers, with limbs, a torso, and a ...... "touch".

Mirmina watched Amon's reaction, as if she had expected all this, the former goddess of magic suddenly smiled and stepped forward gently: "Now, I'll tell you how." ”

It wasn't easy to adjust, and it took a long time for Amonen to master what Milmina called "simple operations", but he spent more of his energy getting used to the "humanoid body". As a god born in the minds of mortals, his image was imprisoned by the imagination of mortals many, many years ago as a holy white giant deer, and his authority did not include "incarnate as a human" or "walking in the world", so he did not have a humanoid body at all, for him, the limbs were too delicate and needed to stand upright...... It's a weird feeling.

But in the end, the effort paid off, and this time Mirmina showed more patience than ever, and when she stepped away, a very different figure was already standing in front of the great mirror.

It was an elven old man who was no longer young, his hair that should have been golden was dyed gray with wind and frost, his calm and peaceful face was condensed with the marks left by the years, his eyes were deep-set, his cheekbones were high, but his posture was still straight, and he was dressed in an elven style, but perhaps the pale green robe that had been outdated in the outside world for thousands of years was draped over him, the surface of the garment was decorated with vines and thorns, and the collar was depicted with the silhouette of mountains and flowing water.

He looked at the mirror in front of him and suddenly smiled, looking very pleased with his new appearance.

"I thought you would create a more spiritual image for yourself, but I didn't expect you to choose such an old posture," Mirmina looked at Amon, who was nodding in satisfaction, with some surprise, "Are you sure you want this look?" We can also modify it. ”

"No, that's fine......" Ammon nodded slightly, his tone a little erratic, "That's good." ”

"That'...... Well, that's your aesthetic anyway," Mirmina thrust her back and shook her head, "Why don't you take two steps next?" I think it's important for you to get used to this - it will prevent you from taking your first steps on your stomach after entering Dream City, and while there is a saying among mortals these days, 'No one on the Internet knows what creature you are in reality', it's still too embarrassing to crawl through the streets of Dream City. ”

"How can it be so exaggerated," Ammon couldn't help but laugh, but then he retracted his smile and looked down at his legs, "Let's go...... yes, I can move now. ”

"You could have moved," said Milmina Yoyo, "but this step may not be as easy as you think. ”

"It's just a first step, what's the ......," Amone said with some disdain, and then raised his leg and walked forward—the next second he fell straight forward, but a pair of hands reached out in time to hold him steadily.

"As I said, this first step is not that easy," Mirmina's hand let go, revealing a hint of a teasing smile, "You'd better get used to this psychologically unlocked feeling while everything is virtual here." ”

"Psychologically unlocked...... You're too serious," Amone masked, muffling his embarrassment, "and it's just a minor mistake, you know, I haven't walked for three thousand years, and more importantly, I didn't walk upright even three thousand years ago...... Is this terrible, that mortals used to have such a hard time walking? ”

"Stop complaining, I should complain even more - I didn't expect my first day of neural network to be spent in rehabilitation with an elderly man who has been disabled for many years," Milmina's voice came from the side, with a deep resentment, "I hope you don't spend as long on 'walking upright' as you do on adjusting your image, old deer." ”

As Amon struggled to adjust to the strange sensation of this virtual body, he couldn't help but frown and look at the Goddess of Magic: "I said, don't give me a nickname, especially this one that sounds weird......"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, as if he had just remembered something, and said with a hint of fox questioning: "I happened to have something to ask you, just now when I entered this space, I seemed to hear a voice, saying that the user's 'high-speed stag' entered the pre-connected area or something...... Do you know what's going on? ”

Milmina's somewhat languid expression stiffened instantly, and though only for a moment, it didn't escape Ammon's eyes.

"Looks like you know," Ammon's eyes tightened, "so what does that mean?" ”

Mirmina glanced at Amun more and more embarrassed, and after a longer silence, she finally couldn't help but look away: "It's your name." ”

“…… My name? ”

"Think about it, from a security point of view, can Gawain Cecil allow us to use our real name to enter the neural network? What mortal in the whole world would dare to give himself the name of a god under any circumstances? Mirmina explained earnestly, "And it's a convention to give yourself a pseudonym in the neural network......

"No, I didn't ask you this, I asked you what ...... name 'High-Speed Buck' is! I don't remember doing anything on this myself—maybe I don't understand the rationale behind the technology, but at least I'm pretty sure that this quirky phrase wasn't set up by Gawain or Carmel in advance! ”

“…… Well, I registered you ......"

Amon: "? ”