Chapter 72: Chapter 71: Not Badi
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Harrison rk followed the instructions and chose the in farnd terrain. Images rotated in the transparent visor in front of his eyes, first shrouded by a vague mist that temporarily deprived him of his vision.
Then the light faded, and the “outside” view in the visor became a vast open farnd.
Green rice seedlings spread out from underneath his feet and stretched far into the distance.
Sparrows asionally flew up from the rice field, while insects buzzed in the air between the crops. From time to time, frog croaking could also be heard from the water channel in the middle of the field ridge.
Harrison rk felt the softness under his feet through the sensors in the simtor armor and slowly bent down to take a closer look at the rice seedlings.
He was shocked.
It wasn’t the level of realism in the scene that stunned him.
After all, he had spent enough time ying various indescribable holographic games before and was already mentally prepared for the disy technology of the holographic helmet, which had a resolution far beyond the limits of human eyes.
Simply put, all of it appeared so real, making it difficult for one to distinguish between reality and illusion.
However, the texture of this rice field was much stronger than that found in regr games. It felt more like a movie than a game.
Outside, Daniel Thompson chuckled and whispered to Professor Owen, “I’ll bet 500 credit points that he’ll fall on his first step. He’s not even properly adapting, yet he went to take a look at the rice.”
Professor Owen smirked with pride, “Well, it’s only because my scene simtion is too realistic.”
Daniel Thompson ttered without hesitation, “Isn’t it thanks to your significant contribution while working on the scene simtion that our base can get twice the number of simtors? You’ve worked hard, Professor Owen.” No problem, it’s just a small thing,” replied Professor Owen.
At that moment, Harrison rk spoke up from inside the simtor, “Who designed this scene simtion? There’s apleteck ofmon sense here Wheat fields should be like this, with high ridges and small ditches in the middle. But for rice, water fields are more suitable, and all the rice should be on the same level.”
“Also, since the rice is still green, it’s supposed to be summertime. When autumn arrives and it’s time to harvest the rice, the water should be drained. Moreover, the environmental monitor shows that the entire rice field is connected with no drainage outlets prepared. How is that possible?” Just a second ago, Professor Owen’s face had been filled with smug satisfaction. Now, it was frozen in embarrassment.
Indeed, that was what astonished Harrison rk.
He felt very ufortable.
No matter how realistic a game might be, if it contradictedmon sense, it would still leave yers feeling uneasy.
For example, if the sun in the game appeared to be square-shaped rather than round, how immersed could yers be?
Professor Owen’s face turned red after being unintentionally criticized by Harrison rk. He had lived a long time and acquired vast knowledge but had never seen what a real rice field looked like. No one had ever mentioned this issue before.
Right then, Harrison rk inside the simtion began to move.
He suddenly raised his leg and took a step forward.
Unexpectedly, he didn’t fall as Daniel Thompson had anticipated due to the soft touch under his feet.
Instead, he skilfully controlled the simtor armor’s leg structure with a slight tremble, maintaining his bnce.
Harrison rkmented, “This simtor is truly amazing. The soft and spongy sensation underfoot is simted by the force feedback of the mechanical arm, right? It’s incredible. It feels just like when I was a child… uh…”
He intended to say it felt the same as when he was a child, running through the rural wheat fields while fleeing because he had stolen fruit and was being chased. However, he suddenly realized this was a thousand yearster, and who knew if rural people even existed anymore, so he quickly shut his mouth. Without making a sound, he took another two steps forward.
Though he and the simtor armor were suspended in the square simtor, his movementsbined with the visual effects of nts receding on both ’ sides in the visor, and the force feedback under his feet, provided an experience indistinguishable from real walking.
Daniel Thompson was stunned, “How can he walk so steadily without even the slightest stumble?”
The room where the new recruits were located at the base had two holographic projections.
One showed Harrison rk’s actual status while wearing the simtor armor and the other disyed a silver metallic armored suit walking steadily in the ’ vast “rice field.”
Little did Daniel Thompson know, Harrison rk had previously been able to skillfully drive an old-style mech with a control difficulty several times greater than Azure Dragon Armor. Now that he was using the more user-friendly Azure Dragon Armor and the environment resembled the rural fields from his childhood, how could he possibly fall t on his face as soon as he stepped out? Azure Dragon Armor did exert greater pressure on the operator’s body, but at this stage, he wasn’t challenging any extreme movements and could maintain stability like a seasoned expert.
Next, Harrison rk began to perform various basic actions.
Squatting, jumping…Bend down, start running!
Daniel Thompson’s eyes widened, and his mouth hung open.
“Damn, I was just bluffing. Back then, it took me ten days to stand steady, a month to walk, and three months to run and jump. How can this guy be so skilled already?”
Professor Owen thought for a moment, “This must be the talent of 100% adaptability.”
Daniel swallowed hard, “Yeah, he’s a genius.”
If Harrison rk inside the suit could hear their conversation, he would probably shed two lines of tears.
He lived alongside Carrie Thomas, serving as a mentor to human beings while feeling inferior about his own mediocrity.
Now, someone finally called him a genius.
Although this talent could only be used after a thousand years on a specific timeline, it was still a genius, after all.
But Harrison came crashing down to earth soon.
It was easy to make running movements with the strength of an ordinary person, but when he tried tomand the Azure Dragon Armor to make movements beyond human limits, he suddenly lost bnce and fell to the ground.
To create a strong sense of realism, several mechanical arms curled into a curve, simting the touch of soil, smearing his helmet visor with it.
However, Daniel didn’tugh at Harrison.
Only after three months of training did he dare to attempt ultra-limited maneuvers himself, falling worse than Harrison.
Now Harrison learned his lesson, not adjusting the ultra-limit ratio too high, but slowly increasing it by 5%.
Bit by bit, he got familiar and adapted to it.
After fifteen minutes, he had adapted to a 10% ultra-limit ratio.
To put it in terms of a 100-meter sprint, it means that with the support of the Azure Dragon Armor, he could run 100 meters in just over eight seconds.
The maximum speed at which the Azure Dragon Armor assists a person in running is achieved by starting from zero and elerating at 20G for linear motion, allowing them toplete the 100 meters in less than a second.
However, that would require an injection of serum and wearing the real Azure Dragon Armor to withstand such intense eleration.
Deceleration works the same way.
The maximum speed of the Azure Dragon Armor is far higher, but that would be considered off-ground flight, and after steadily increasing to top speed, it would travel in a straight line at a constant speed, unrted to eleration. In closebat, you can’t just keep flying forward – that’s called escaping, not maneuvering.
In the scientist’s proof, it is assumed that the operator of the Azure Dragon Armor needs to grapple with an Imaginary Enemy at close range, constantly leaping and changing direction in a small space, and continually elerating and decelerating, putting a great load on the human body.
About three hourster, Harrison got off the simtor.
His feet felt a little wobbly, and his body swayed.
Daniel caught him with one hand.
“Lion, how did I do?”
Harrison asked with a grin.
Daniel, supporting him, grinned, “Not bad.”
“Just not bad again?”
“Of course, your zero-speed 100-meter run still takes over six seconds. Weak as heli. Calcte it yourself. How much time should it take under the 5G eleration limit on this simtor?”
Harrison asked, “A little over two seconds?”
“Exactly! You haven’t even squeezed out the full potential of the simtor, so
of course, it’s just ‘not bad.''”
“Oh, I see.”
As the two walked away side by side, Professor Owen felt a mix of emotions.
Running within seven seconds on their first day on the machine, Harrison was indeed extraordinary.
Professor Owen knew that, like himself, Daniel’s expectations for Harrison had been raised again in his heart..