Chapter Seventy-One: Entering the World of Idealism
Even though, he deeply knows that as long as he waits for a few more months or half a year, he can harvest a large number of faith fragments, improve his abilities, and make himself more awesome.
But at this moment, he still couldn't help it.
Months, too long.
I really can't bear it!
It's like when you play a game, you can get a five-star god-level hero today, but you have to pay a certain generation (krypton) price (gold); Or choose, accumulate for a few months, and naturally get a five-star god-level hero.
These two feelings are completely different.
Fang Yuhao chose the former.
There are always a group of people in the world who are willing to tie their heads to the waistband of their trousers and explore the virgin land that has not yet been explored, even if it is a risk that ordinary people cannot bear.
Pengamu disappeared in Lop Nur, Fawcett was swallowed up by an unknown jungle, and Franklin was trapped in the Arctic...... They don't do it for money, they don't want fame, but more importantly, they just want to satisfy their curiosity.
This kind of strong spiritual power was once very prosperous in those slash-and-burn eras. Unfortunately, it has begun to slowly disappear in a materialistic society.
People's lives are generally too good, and they are starting to slowly become content with the status quo.
But this spirit of exploration and enterprising spirit has not completely disappeared after all.
After making this choice, all of a sudden, Fang Yuhao felt that his mentality had changed somewhat.
Then, in the presence of a bunch of staff, he recorded a will, the beneficiaries were his parents, and if he really hung up, he would leave them all the inheritance, including a house, company shares, and ant Huabei......
"Well, hopefully that doesn't happen."
Dr. Kim sighed, took the information, and busily reported to his superiors.
Shi Dapeng hummed a small tune triumphantly: "Old Fang, you are right, it is a world that is completely beyond your imagination...... You definitely won't regret it! ”
That night, I spent the night in the Psychic Institute.
Battalion commander Zhao Xianming looked at the two strong men who had successfully plugged in with an unkind face.
Fang Yuhao looks relatively strong, and the other Shi Dapeng is simply an otaku wastewood, and he looks like a hippie smile, what is this, does he think he is going to travel?
He snorted coldly: "It's a bit of a guts." ”
"But remember, you're not going to travel, you're strictly disciplined, all actions are under command, and you can run away if you run, you know?"
In fact, Zhao Xianming's heart is not as unhappy as it seems, but he has faint expectations.
Even if ordinary soldiers are retrained, they are still just ordinary people, and their soul strength is far less tenacious than that of the gifted, and they have many limitations in the idealistic world.
After all, in that strange world, all that was relied on was mental strength, not physical strength in the traditional sense. Therefore, no matter how much you train, the strength of ordinary people will only grow to a limited extent.
In his current team, except for himself, there is no talent, and many things are tied.
The probability of 1 in 100,000 is not high, and these talents are hidden in the crowd, without any scientific and technological means to screen them. Even if a few are discovered, they often only want to be supernumerary, who is especially willing to send them to death?
Can't you live well?
Now there are two more volunteers in vain, and although he hasn't trained much, he is still happy to experiment.
"Know, know, there are monsters you go to fight, let's just run away." Shi Dapeng snorted like a familiar one: "Lao Zhao, you won't donate us, right?" To be reasonable, we can't afford to die. ”
"Feel free to talk and run ten laps!" Zhao Xianming made a straight face and shouted.
"Just kidding, I'm not your soldier?"
"Who is kidding you, run!" Battalion Commander Zhao kicked over.
……
Early the next morning, Fang Yuhao got up half excitedly and half nervously.
Last night, he was so excited that he almost didn't sleep all night.
A thick stack of confidential materials on the table, turned over and looked at it several times.
Novelty, real novelty!
The thought of experiencing all sorts of strange new things made him feel like he was covered in blood.
However, because of the ten laps he ran, Shi Dapeng was like a shriveled eggplant, lying on the bed softly.
"Get up, get up, why are you still lying down!"
The two slept in the same dormitory for one night, and soon became familiar with each other.
Shi Dapeng's personality is out-of-t, and his mouth is cheap to death. But the wicked have their own wicked grinding, and last night's ten laps, this guy almost crawled and ran, and he was about to collapse. This guy's physical strength is too poor, and I don't know if he is full of food and support, and he wants to enter the world of idealism.
After the two got up, they followed a group of soldiers to have breakfast and came to a core secret laboratory, where various large machinery and equipment were placed.
The penalty run is obviously effective, and when facing Zhao Xianming today, Shi Dapeng was much more honest.
The middle-aged criminal who attacked Fang Yuhao was encased in a transparent glass box, motionless, and his head was full of various instruments, looking like a corpse.
There are also many older generation researchers who are talking to Dr. King about something. Their eyes glanced at Fang Yuhao and Shi Dapeng, the two people who had come in, and they didn't know what they were discussing.
"Are you all ready?"
"Ready!"
"Then let's get started, calm down your mentality, and don't have too many distractions!"
Fang Yuhao put on a helmet and lay down on an instrument a little nervously. Several medical staff hung a bottle of nutrient solution on his arm.
Immediately after, several thin needles pierced the corresponding position on the head accurately.
There was a slight pain, like being bitten by a mosquito.
Stimulated by a microcurrent, he began to feel drowsy......
The state of lucid dreaming is very magical, even when you are asleep, your will can remain relatively awake, and you can perceive more things, in a certain way, it is similar to "spiritual communication".
The moment Fang Yuhao fell asleep, he suddenly felt that his surroundings had become extremely clear, and even a little bit of dust could be easily perceived.
Because he had practiced it beforehand, he was no stranger to this feeling.
After a casual fumble, "I can only move in a small area, and I can't get too far away from my body." ”
At this time, he saw a red ball of light floating in front of him.
"Don't be afraid, it's our own idealistic world, there is no danger, let's go in." Dr. King's faint voice came from his ears, with a hint of ghosting, as if it came from another dimension.