“Enrolling to go to the Four-Dimensional requires rigorous training; only after passing will one be selected to join the dimension expeditionary force.”
“If you agree, just put your seal on this.”
Every Federation citizen is born with a special seal, which, like a QR code, is composed of countless small dots.
The difference is that the dots of a QR code are large enough to be seen with the naked eye, while the dots of a Federation identity seal are generally at the molecular level, and composed of irregular patterns. Furthermore, it is a Three-Dimensional seal, not Two-Dimensional.
The seal is electronic and is stamped on an electronic file.
The other party said, “Report at 666 Xuchuan Avenue, Beikailun District, at midnight the day after tomorrow.”
Chris downloaded the registration document.
He lingered reluctantly in front of Daxi for a moment.
Then he saw another person arrive, also looking at Daxi in the display window. That person then entered the store and argued with the shop owner.
“It’s almost the year 240,000 AD, why is there still such a thing as buying and selling lives? You should return her freedom!”
Stupid person!
Each type of person is different.
Androids are just commodities, not true humans.
Of course, if you have enough money, you can also grant them human status.
Such arguing and making a scene is nothing more than the jealousy of a poor person bursting forth from a desire to possess.
Chris left with even greater resolve.
“My Daxi, I will return and ensure you no longer stay in that cramped display window.”
…
Midnight, the day after tomorrow.
666 Xuchuan Avenue, Beikailun District.
The straight street, like an airplane runway, stretched far, far into the distance, as if directly dividing the left and right of the sky and earth.
At the end of the street, a thick mechanical arm dangled down from the sky.
One of its palms could probably cover an area tens of thousands of meters wide.
The Colossal God Arm.
It sounded formidable.
It looked fierce.
In reality, it was not a weapon of war, but merely construction equipment in the city.
To build tall buildings, the help of the Colossal God Arm was needed.
However, now that the city was basically saturated, the Colossal God Arm had become a city landmark, and its top was bought by a company to become its headquarters.
“Number 666, this should be it.”
Chris was very surprised that there seemed to be no one here.
Clearly, the registration place before was packed with people, and online records showed hundreds of millions of people had registered.
Moreover, this storefront seemed to contain nothing.
“Stop looking, there’s nothing here.”
“Step on!”
An impatient old man pulled Chris onto a circular pedestal.
“This is…”
“Go!”
As the old man spoke, Chris felt his body lighten.
Immediately after, he arrived at a bustling square, the surrounding noise sounding like ten thousand mosquitoes buzzing in his ears.
It only got better after he activated his eardrum's noise reduction function and his cerebral cortex's intelligent sound reception switch.
Chris then noticed that this was a giant white platform in outer space.
A line of numbers was projected in the sky.
【98739119】
The numbers kept changing.
It was quickly approaching the 100 million mark.
On the other side, a smaller countdown also appeared.
It should end at 00:30 AM.
Chris had never seen so many people gathered in one place and was greatly shocked.
He heard people around him chatting, most of them anticipating what would happen after the countdown ended.
Chris also waited.
Soon.
The countdown ended.
Chris felt his whole body dizzy for a moment.
In a blink of an eye, he arrived on a battlefield.
In the sky, a star shuttle fell and crashed not far from him.
The huge roar made his artificial auditory eardrums sting.
A line of text appeared before his eyes.
【Mission Objective: Kill as many enemies as possible and survive until the end】
Chris felt his hand sink, and a weapon appeared.
Then his senses became disoriented, a dizzying sensation almost making him vomit.
“Up, down, left, right, front, back?? Why are there two extra directions?”
Before he could think further, a bizarre monster attacked from the side. He raised his gun and fired, but he missed.
The monster directly pounced on him.
Chris felt his body almost falling apart. He raised his gun again and fired. Fortunately, this time the distance was close enough, so there was no angle to miss.
The monster exploded completely in front of him.
Blood and flesh.
The putrid smell assaulted his artificial olfactory organs.
“Damn it, I shouldn't have gotten these organs transplanted.”
Most Federation organisms do not have taste, smell, or similar organs; some even lack hearing, with only touch and sight being relatively common.
To experience the diverse things of this era, some races transplant artificial organs into their bodies.
Some transplant human organs, some transplant organs from other races, or even transplant both into themselves.
The appearance of these organs can also be customized, whether it's having no appearance or a very exaggerated one, even just a tattoo.
Extra organs enhanced happiness in daily life, but on the battlefield, everything seemed to become a burden.
Chris was very unaccustomed.
What made him most uncomfortable was his sense of direction.
“Is this… the Four-Dimensional?”
He quickly guessed his situation.
And analyzed his mission.
“Such a simple mission shouldn’t be the same for everyone.”
“Kill monsters, survive.”
“It’s simple, but also very difficult.”
“If I keep killing, accidents will always happen, leading to my death and elimination.”
“But if I keep hiding, I guess the army has a limited recruitment quota, and ultimately it will still depend on how many kills determine who can enter the army.”
Chris came here, of course, with the goal of joining the army.
He composed himself and looked towards a slightly elevated, hidden position nearby.
Since he had a gun, hiding and acting as a sniper should be the safest decision.
He climbed over there.
Hiding in a small space.
Set up his gun.
Observed his surroundings through the electronic high-magnification scope on the gun.
This place was very, very large.
Boundless.
It should be a virtual space.
As Chris knew, an ordinary company could make a virtual world hundreds of cubic astronomical units in size.
More ambitious ones could reach cubic light-years.
This was military property, and while it didn't need to be huge, it definitely wouldn't be a small space.
The electronic high-magnification scope allowed him to see things almost 10 million kilometers away.
The firearm in his hand should be a FFK32-P multi-functional infantry rifle produced by Jesper Company. Each bullet has a maximum energy of 18 million PJ (1 petajoule = 1 quadrillion joules) and a minimum energy of 70 TJ. The magazine capacity is 18 million PJ. Its effective range in vacuum is 4.45 light-years, and its effective range in a typical atmosphere (1.5 Pa) is 190 million kilometers.
18 million PJ is actually less than 200 energy coins in total energy.
However, when truly converted into a weapon, its power is roughly equivalent to 43 trillion tons of TNT explosives.
The FFK32-P multi-functional infantry rifle is by no means an ordinary weapon in this era; its military-grade price has consistently been around 7 million energy coins.
“It would be great if this kind of weapon could also be used when campaigning in the Four-Dimensional.”
Saying that, Chris saw a monster in the distance.
Pulled the trigger.
It missed.
This was not the influence of the Four-Dimensional.
But time.
Because that monster was a full 4 million kilometers away from him; light itself would need to travel for over ten seconds.
This was his first long-distance use, and he lacked foresight.
Fortunately, Chris had played gun-fighting games before and knew how to operate.
Soon, he locked onto another monster 2.31 million kilometers away and pulled the trigger.
One shot, one kill.
And the kill count on his visual panel changed from 1 to 2.
At this moment.
A prompt appeared.
【Leaderboard Activated】
Opening the leaderboard, Chris saw that the highest-ranked person's kill count had already reached 8721.
“How did they do that?”
“Did they encounter a monster horde?”
Chris became serious, constantly searching and killing.
Soon, a day passed.
He had only killed 491 monsters, while the top person on the leaderboard had already reached 92731 kills.
“Is it cheating?”
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