A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 306 Thoughts on the Train

Around 6:20 in the morning.

The train station in Varuna province was already bustling with activity and packed with people.

People kept crossing the shopping street outside the station from all directions, jostling each other to squeeze towards the entrance of the train carriages.

They carried packages of all sizes, and because it was so crowded, some of the people with prosthetics had to lift suitcases that were larger than themselves over their heads.

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man with a refreshing and warm demeanor arrived at the ticket checkpoint, carrying only a briefcase in his hand.

He had thin cheeks, delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, and his chin was neatly groomed. A few strands of long, frosty white hair were tied up with a rubber band and hung down his back. He wore an all-black shirt and trousers, with a leather belt with fine gold stripes around his waist.

The ticket inspector leaned against the ticket checking machine with a cracked display screen, manually taking passengers' tickets and processing them.

The ticket gates originally had automated ticket checking machines, but after they broke down sometime in some year, train management personnel discovered that hiring human staff was cheaper, so soon all the ticket gates were replaced with manual check-ins.

"Li Mingwu".

The ticket inspector, who had been lazily looking down and only focused on taking and distributing tickets, looked up in surprise and flashed a big smile at the middle-aged man in the black shirt. "Manager Li, it really is you! Are you going to Naroya?"

The middle-aged man in the black shirt nodded and replied with a smile, "I've found some connections and I'm planning to go to a big city for further training so that I can improve the realism of my games in the future."

The ticket inspector, a thin young man with dark skin, laughed even harder upon hearing this: "Great! The games I bought from your store last time were already pretty good. If you can mention some more, that would be... hehehe."

Li Mingwu's shop mainly sells custom-made adult games. Based on the customer's requirements, he creates corresponding game characters, then writes an interactive process into the program of a holographic game helmet, and sells it.

The interactions between his game characters and players follow the same few patterns over and over. He doesn't put much effort into writing the stories. The so-called holographic games don't have very well-made game scenes; most of them are just simple indoor environments.

At most, it includes scenes such as kitchen, bedroom, living room, swimming pool, classroom, garden, lawn, and car interior.

But... his modeling is really good.

He also made some modifications to the gaming helmet, which can provide players with a more realistic tactile experience through electrical stimulation, satisfying various customer groups with different preferences.

Therefore, Li Mingwu is quite well-known and highly praised in the adult game community.

The ticket inspector cut the ticket along the dotted line, handed one half to Li Mingwu, and said, "When Boss Li comes back from his studies, I must be among the first to patronize this place. I don't ask for much, as long as the game character can stand upright and has fur, pink or yellow, fox, tiger or rabbit, it's all fine."

"must!"

The middle-aged man in the black shirt took the ticket, smiled and waved goodbye, squeezed onto the train, and found his seat.

It was a window seat, the window was open, and a breeze was blowing in, mixed with the aromas from the food shops outside the station.

"As long as it's hairy... Why do I seem to have become so used to this kind of request? After all, compared to some people in the customer records, this guy is as normal as can be."

Guan Luoyang leaned his elbow against the window, pinched the bridge of his nose, and muttered to himself, "Fifth Mingjing, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you only said you were a game shop owner. You haven't had any modifications to your body, and your physique and face shape are similar to mine, making it easy to impersonate me. I never expected you to be in the game business."

"No wonder the person looked so strange when I went to them asking to borrow their identity."

The real Li Mingwu, whose other identity was an agent planted by the United Regime in the Eight Leaves region, was sent back to the United Regime's territory by Guan Luoyang last night.

I remember that when we parted, in order to make sure that Guan Luoyang's impersonation was as seamless as possible, Mr. Li Mingwu handed over his detailed information.

At that moment, the expression on his face showed no trace of the ease of returning to the rear, but rather a heroic willingness to "sacrifice his life for righteousness."

Guan Luoyang was slightly puzzled at the time, but when he looked through the detailed information and saw the requirements of some customers in the customer records, he suddenly understood.

Those requirements truly opened Guan Luoyang's eyes.

What's even more interesting is that those requirements are often followed by multiple delivery records and positive customer feedback.

Mr. Li is impartial and benefits the public. He can accept operations that even aliens couldn't come up with and discuss them with users with great enthusiasm. Such professional ethics are truly admirable and his merits are immeasurable.

Fortunately, Guan Luoyang doesn't need to have too much interaction with those old customers.

His goal was to strike at the Hachiyoin, and the important figures of the Hachiyoin, apart from Sukara and others in the form of Indra on the border, were mostly in the province of Narayana.

The original gate of the Eight Leaves Academy, now its headquarters, is located in Narayana Province. The checks on psychics there must be extremely strict and meticulous. If one were to appear there directly using escape techniques, the possibility of being exposed prematurely would be quite high.

Therefore, after discussing it, Fifth Mirror and the others chose a roundabout method.

First, have Guan Luoyang impersonate a special agent from another province, and then, in the name of this special agent from another province, go to Narayana in a reasonable and legitimate manner.

6:30.

The train's announcement system broadcasted a reminder from the conductor that the train was about to depart.

Guan Luoyang rolled up the car window, and an old man wearing a brown-red leather jacket sat down on the outer seat.

The elderly man's hands, visible above his sleeves, were prosthetics, with obvious mechanical shells, blue paint coatings, and many old scratches, indicating they had been used for many years. He was holding a thermos in his arms and had just sat down when he became drowsy.

After the train finished accelerating, Guan Luoyang took out a pair of sunglasses from his briefcase and put them on.

The games sold in Li Mingwu's store all come with bulky helmets, which is also a way to promote sales and reduce costs.

These sunglasses, however, are a higher-end item.

The sunglasses contain all the games created by Li Mingwu. Once the switch is turned on, an immersive experience can be enjoyed. As long as the wearer doesn't make any strange movements, outsiders will have no idea what game the wearer is playing.

Pressing the switch on the right side of the frame plunges Guan Luoyang's view into complete darkness, leaving only a menu. By using the heat sensor on the frame and rubbing his finger on it, he can select items from the menu.

According to Li Mingwu, to use his identity, one must at least have a certain understanding of the actual content of the game being produced.

Guan Luoyang first selected the best-selling model, and a soft light shone forth, revealing a living room completely different from the reality inside the train.

In the living room, a woman with black hair, fair skin, red lips, and a slender waist was placing breakfast on the table. She was wearing a suit and trousers, and under the straight iron line of the trousers were her fair ankles, insteps, and silver-gray high heels.

"Hey bro, hurry up and eat your breakfast, I have to go to work, I have classes today..."

The woman glanced at Guan Luoyang, seemingly somewhat helpless, "Why aren't you moving? Do I have to come and ask you?"

Guan Luoyang recalled several sets of dialogue lines from the instruction manual and chose one of them.

"It's so hot today, I don't feel very energetic."

The woman bit her lip, her expression becoming even more helpless. She turned her face away and slowly walked over: "Alright, alright, your older sister will try to wake you up..."

In reality, Guan Luoyang quickly raised his sunglasses with his fingers, subtly observed his surroundings, and only after confirming that no one would notice the game content did he put the sunglasses on properly.

Yes, it's entirely for work purposes.

Anyway, the electrical stimulation used to create tactile illusions has no effect on his body; he just treats it like watching a few 3D movies.

To be honest, although the plot is rather uninteresting, the character modeling is really good, quite impressive.

After watching the full videos of several games, Guan Luoyang felt a pang of nostalgia.

I remember the last time I secretly watched a movie was when I was in high school. Of course, the technology level of my hometown world can't compare to this place, but there are many dedicated actors in related industries. In addition, works in the animation industry, such as those by Yoshiaki Kawakami, are also exceptional.

The train suddenly became noisy.

Guan Luoyang took off his sunglasses and turned to look.

There was a commotion in the back carriages. The cries of women could be clearly heard, along with the indignant voices of many men and women complaining in hushed tones.

Many people in the carriage were also drawn to the attention and began whispering and discussing among themselves.

"What happened?"

"In the back carriage, it seemed like they weren't ordinary passengers. I saw a monk follow them onto that carriage."

"Huh? A monk warrior escorting him? Who is this big boss, a rich man, or a high-ranking official?"

"Are you stupid? If someone was being escorted, would they be crying and screaming like that? Maybe they're some kind of prisoner."

"What prisoner? Don't talk nonsense." The old man in the brown-red coat opened his eyes and said to the others, "Haven't any of you seen the news?"

"A large number of immigrants came from the Myanmar mountains. After crossing the Indra province, they were divided into smaller batches and sent to various places."

The old man shook his head and said, "Those people in the back are clearly a group of immigrants."

At this moment, the person sitting at the back also passed on the message.

"It was indeed an immigration case, nothing serious. It's just that a little kid fainted, and his mother panicked, which led to this whole mess."

One passenger asked, "The child fainted? What's wrong?"

The people behind him were both amused and exasperated: "It's just a bad cold, probably dragged on for a few days."

The carriage erupted in boos, and everyone started chatting and laughing.

"It's just a cold, why are you making such a fuss? I thought it was something serious."

"Medications for colds and fevers can be bought directly on the train; they're the most common medicines. What's the big deal?"

"And she's a mother, so careless, really..."

"How come no one in that carriage noticed he had a cold? It's so strange that a group of people looked like they were about to get into an argument with some monks."

Guan Luoyang didn't say anything, but listened to the noise from the carriage behind for a while longer. After the children took the medicine, all the sounds that were about to erupt disappeared, and both the boys and girls silently huddled in their seats.

Only the mother was holding her child, her voice slightly choked with emotion.

After the spread of psychic powers, the common cold was one of the first diseases to be eradicated from human society.

Guan Luoyang had read a lot of materials about the United Government, including this one.

Even after the great catastrophe, in regions where there has not been a significant technological gap, the practice of implanting psionic chips in children during childhood will still be preserved due to the inertia that has continued for more than two hundred years.

The five cities of Myanmar still retain this tradition.

These immigrants from the mountainous region of Myanmar have never seen the symptoms of a cold in their lives, from childhood to adulthood.

Unless they are medical professionals, if someone suddenly appears in their vicinity with a cold and dizziness, they would probably inevitably speculate in the most frightening direction.

This is only human nature; there's nothing to laugh at about the actions of that mother and those immigrants.

Guan Luoyang glanced at the people in the carriage.

They're all laughing and joking now, thinking it was a misunderstanding, but not long ago, when they heard the child had fainted, many of them showed concern.

These people are simply using common sense to judge, and it cannot be considered malicious or wrong.

However, in this age of psychic powers, none of these people possess psychic abilities.

Many of them had prosthetics, but those prosthetics were clearly just powered by nerve wires connected to their heads and built-in batteries, making it easier to do some physical work, and had nothing to do with psionic energy.

These people are still surrounded by all sorts of illnesses, both major and minor. In fact, because of the existence of these non-psychic prosthetics, the diseases they sometimes encounter are even stranger and more diverse than those of ordinary people, so they have become accustomed to it.

Guan Luoyang lowered his eyes, put his sunglasses back in his bag, closed his eyes to rest, and carefully recalled and pondered the genetic martial arts data that Yan Zhen had given him.

The best way to cultivate these genetic information martial arts is, of course, to use the joint regime's various technological instruments for scanning, correction, and constant monitoring and optimization.

Some large laboratories can even help people gain a deeper understanding of genetic information, which is equivalent to using the vision and knowledge of the creator to assist in cultivation.

Guan Luoyang's current environment isn't very convenient, but his cultivation speed is sure to amaze anyone.

The insights gained from martial arts always have similarities. With the profound foundation that Guan Luoyang has cultivated along the way, understanding these martial arts is not difficult. In fact, after seeing the whole picture the first time, pondering the meaning the second time, one can start thinking about how to extract the parts that are more in line with oneself the third time.

"This genetic information martial arts, judging from Little Jiang's introduction at the time, was actually too superficial."

"On the surface, this system is about mining the deep information in genes, like opening a treasure trove and picking up treasures. Naturally, one will possess power. Those who cultivate it are merely lucky inheritors."

"But in reality, this path is simply based on the creators' beautiful vision, forcibly taking a portion from the vast sea of ​​genetic information and shaping it to resemble their desired form."

"The key to cultivation is to use information to infuse into the genes, fundamentally transforming the physical body and giving it various supernatural abilities."

Guan Luoyang thought to himself, "No wonder it's said to be a gene technology with no risk of going out of control. With this kind of thing, the will and the body are highly unified. If the will is too weak, even if the body is modified, it can regress. If the will is strong enough, there is naturally no possibility of going out of control."

"Moreover, in practice, we can also use the physical body to drive the will and improve the spiritual cultivation of the entire population through the genetic optimization of each generation."

He had many ideas in his mind, but even if things went smoothly, it would take at least two generations, or at least another thirty years, for the path of a united government to show significant advantages.

From the current perspective, taking this path is not more efficient in accumulating combat power than other forces.

"But this system, if slightly modified, could be a good supplement for me."

Guan Luoyang's current cultivation techniques, the Heavenly River Righteous Method, were known as "the most powerful in terms of magical strength" in the original world. It cultivates the mind and nourishes the qi, using power to suppress others. The Heavenly Demon Art devours the spirit and erodes the qi, and is also good at internal energy cultivation. As for the physical body, it is only a temporary creation of the Heavenly Demon Golden Body using internal energy. Once the internal energy is withdrawn, the strength of the physical body drops significantly.

In terms of physical cultivation, both of these methods are only considered mediocre among those of the same level.

If genetic information martial arts could be integrated into the current system, it might create a powerful physical body with supernatural abilities, comparable to that of ancient gods and demons.

"But these genetic information martial arts each have their own strengths and weaknesses, and it is not easy to master them all."

"How about using the Heavenly Demon Heart Method to decompose and devour these martial arts materials, imprint them into my Heavenly River Dao Foundation, and then nourish my physical body? In this way, my existing cultivation systems can be more closely integrated, and I can use the Heavenly Demon Art and the Heavenly River Righteous Method to nourish my physical body together."

"The more imprints in the Dao Foundation, the better it will be for the future advancement of the Heavenly River Orthodox Method. As the Heavenly River advances, the genetic martial arts will also automatically sublimate, creating a virtuous cycle..."

Guan Luoyang gradually fell into deep thought, his mind churning with a myriad of thoughts, but his outward appearance remained completely composed.

A few hours later, as if sensing something, he opened his eyes and looked out the window.

The train is about to arrive at the station.

He has arrived at the heart of the Hachiyoin—Narayan.

(End of this chapter)