Abnormal crossing

Chapter 260 All things are me!

"?????"

Watching the instructor's fingers poking and prodding at the designated points, Gu Wei was immediately filled with confusion.
"Holy crap. There's another big step after the virtual axis collapses?"

“Of course,” the instructor glanced at him and said matter-of-factly, “The collapse of the imaginary axis just pulls the timeline to your side. What can you do if you just stand there? You have to step into it to reach the probability point of the future, right?”

"And you think a second on the timeline is the same as a tick in reality? Do you think you can find this thing by blindly searching the timeline? These things require skill, okay?"

Gu Wei: "."

That seems to make some sense.
Then he stroked his chin, as if remembering something: "By the way, Instructor, the 'All Things Are Me' you mentioned earlier is the name of Amir's Mobile Type 2?"

“Yes, that’s right,” the instructor didn’t criticize Gu Wei this time: “Compared to the first move, the second move has a more Zen-like name, but its specific meaning is still quite intuitive.”

"In addition, unlike the Leap Swing, the All Things Are Myself has three levels. The first level allows you to control two projections, the second level allows you to control four, and the third level allows you to control seven."

"However, some people in the Star Sea also like to call it 'Seven clones, you can kill me in a second,' and call the mecha pilot who has mastered the second form 'Seven-second man,' etc. Anyway, you can just have a basic understanding of these things."

Gu Wei continued: "."

Indeed, the Lezi people are quite common, both on Earth and in the cosmos.
all in all.

Now that things have come to this point, Gu Wei has a pretty good understanding of the specific details regarding "all things are me".

This is a set of control-breaking and teleportation skills involving time scales. The external and internal conditions for activation are somewhat demanding, but the effects or rewards are quite amazing.

Take previous battle footage as an example.

The gray mech Zero Element traversed a distance of nearly two kilometers through the Myriad Realms, a considerable distance even in the context of a space battlefield.

of course.

Although the instructor did not say it explicitly.

From a logical point of view, since I can access the timeline of everything, there is a high probability that there are other technologies or means in the sea of ​​stars that can collapse or even use time.

Therefore, the concept of "all things are me" may not be truly unsolvable, and there may even be some countermeasures among the remaining Amir Mobile VII techniques.

However, the technical barriers to entry for these technologies are inevitably very high.

"Alright, time to get back to work," the instructor coughed suddenly just as Gu Wei was having a brainstorm. "What I'm about to say isn't what you need to think about right now. Your task is to master symmetrical tremor. If you can't even get past this step, then all the other steps are just empty talk."

Upon hearing this, Gu Wei quickly brought his thoughts back to the teaching space. He first looked around at the surrounding lights, then remained silent for a moment: "I understand. By the way, instructor, how do I get started? Do I need to go into the cockpit?"

“No need, your physical body will do,” the instructor gestured with his chin toward the surrounding space. “This is a training space. I’ll just apply the parameters to your physical body directly. You won’t be able to control the force if you go straight into the mecha.”

The instructor had barely finished speaking.

The small points of light around Gu Wei flickered a few times as if breathing, and serial numbers quickly appeared in their centers.

For example, the number next to Gu Wei's left upper arm is 1, while the number 2 is clearly written on his right forearm.

The two numbers under the fifth limb are 24 and 99. The former is the same as the time Gu Wei's body became pure, and the latter... well, let's just hope it's just a coincidence.
"Look at these numbers, do you see them?" The instructor pointed to the numbers and said seriously, "Don't worry about the frequency of touching them a second. Just touch the points in order."

Gu Wei nodded, looked to his left at the small ball of light with the number one, and gently leaned towards it with his shoulders hunched.

how to say
This felt like being back in the practice room for parallel parking during driving test part two, focusing intently on the rearview mirror.
Then very quickly.

Gu Wei's shoulder side was perfectly aligned with the light sphere of Number One.

The instant his shoulder touched the orb of light, he exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

A tingling, stinging sensation suddenly shot through Gu Wei's body, as if countless tiny electric needles were simultaneously piercing his skin.

The pain was not only intense but also unusually sharp, drilling straight down the nerve endings into the bone marrow, even making Gu Wei feel that it was more intense than the pain he experienced when he was exercising his bones.
After a while.

Gu Wei's body suddenly froze, and after regaining his senses, he gasped for breath.

The instructor, still sporting a roguish grin, looked at him and asked, "How does it feel?"

It took Gu Wei a lot of effort to recover his senses, and he didn't answer the instructor's question: "What is this again?"

"The price," the instructor snapped his fingers lightly, a smile on his face, but his words were unusually cold: "Time is a truly forbidden domain. Even the top eight civilizations at the pinnacle of the Star Sea dare not delve too deeply into it."

"Even the simplest timeline collapse is not only related to physical coordinates. Every virtual axis tremor will leave a scratch on your biological scale—literally."

"A scratch?" Gu Wei subconsciously touched his left shoulder. "Does this have any effect on me?"

"There's no impact, just pure pain," the instructor shook his head. He was always ready to answer any questions about teaching: "After all, 'All Things Are Just Me' is the most basic application of the timeline. It only adds up to a few seconds, and it doesn't actually cause the timeline to get tangled. In short, it's just a physical thing."

"Almost all trainees in the second form have to go through this process. If there's anything different about you, it's that your pain might be more noticeable."

Gu Wei: "??????"

What do you mean by my pain being more noticeable?
Treat them differently, right?

But soon.

Before the instructor could explain, Gu Wei realized something: "Is it because of the original markings?"

“Hmm,” the instructor shrugged, “That’s right. The Primal Scale is a physical instinct formed through training at the microscopic particle level. Under this kind of training, the connection between your body and consciousness is closer than that of an ordinary person, so the pain will naturally be more pronounced.”

Gu Wei remained silent.

I'm so tired.JPG

The so-called original scale was a kind of physical training that Gu Wei was persuaded (or coaxed) to undergo by the instructors.

According to the instructors.

There is a fatal difference between the original scale and the artificial scale. Its memory of actions is far deeper than that of the modified body, and it can form a "blank instinct".

The difference between the two is quite obvious in top-level battlefields; the original scale can crush the artificial scale even with its eyes closed.

So Gu Wei foolishly fell for it.
Now it looks like this is a total rip-off! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻！！！！

Dude, I can't even get past 1000 trophies in MechWarrior anymore, let alone think about top-tier matches. My head must have been pounded by Nono back then.
"How about it?" The instructor, however, showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, he continued to smile at Gu Wei and asked, "Want to continue?"

Gu Wei: "."

A good while passed.

He gritted his teeth and said resentfully, "Continue!"

no way.

Since I can't jump out of the car, I guess I'll just have to accept it.
anyway.

The disappearance of that pain during the initial cycle of creation—was it all just my imagination?
(End of this chapter)