, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Failed again... but the difficulty has obviously increased. That's right, it's specially designed for Burners."
After exiting the Frost River waterway, Ronan was not ready to continue experiencing it for the time being. He sat on the high-backed chair of Star Navigation, squinting his eyes slightly and feeling the uncomfortable reaction of his body after the stimulation signals left his body.
Even without the scouring pressure of the cold water, the body seemed to have gained dozens of kilograms, and there seemed to be problems with the coordination of various parts. The whole person was like an old machine that had not been oiled, and there were some joints. hard.
There are also soreness and twitching caused by the tearing of some muscle fibers. These are the contrast caused by the separation of the "prototype format" model. How uncomfortable he feels now proves how far he is from being qualified in terms of physical standards.
After more than a minute, Ronan began to move his fingers and regain control of his suddenly unfamiliar body. At this time, in front of the high-backed chair, an analytical light screen had been erected, continuously releasing the success or failure factors of this waterway adventure.
Ronan habitually read the comments first, but the above evaluation was unprecedentedly harsh: "As a burner, there are unbelievable low-level errors in the basic prototype format. The distribution of internal energy is at a beginner level, and the body The coordination ability with the internal energy is almost zero. It is recommended to immediately detect the bad pixels of the format, conduct strict basic training, and re-make it if necessary..."
"Is it that bad?"
Ronan touched his head and couldn't help laughing. Perhaps it’s because the system’s requirements have suddenly increased a lot based on the Burner’s standards...
Immediately afterwards, a three-dimensional full-body image appeared on the front of the light screen. The densely packed nodes and outlines are marked with red and green light spots and blue and white lines. The "red dot" that represents an error is shocking.
Ronan was somewhat surprised by this: "Since it is the template chosen for the movement, why are there so many mistakes?"
He randomly selected a "red dot" located on his chest, which lit up several points in the surrounding area, and even involved another set of nodes as far away as his legs, showing a very systematic connection between them.
On the side light screen, a close-up of the corresponding part is shown. A clear diagram shows the "axis" of the internal energy and the flow, intersection, and transformation of the relevant energy information in the special structure of the part, including interfere with each other, and even affect the material layer
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Direct and indirect effects on facial nerves, blood vessels, muscle fibers, bones, internal organs, etc.
Even if Ronan didn't understand many of the models and formulas, he had a basic concept of the operation of energy information and could guess almost everything. It was both laborious and enjoyable at the same time.
Soon, he saw the problem: no wonder there were so many errors. Many nodes on the 'Prototype Format' model were actually affected by the interference of 'Self Format' and were misaligned or confused.
Even though Ronan deliberately distinguished between virtual and real issues, the instinct formed through repeated revisions over the past five years, including the recent surge in soul power and the continued deepening of the mark, cannot be easily erased.
It can be seen from the playback system that the "Prototype Format" model deformed less than half a minute after covering Ronan's body, and many key nodes were misaligned. At this time, even the virtual "Format Fire" Not lit yet.
What's strange is that when multiple pairs of nerve wiring were disturbed and distorted, he was still able to successfully "ignite" once. What's the reason for this?
Ronan subconsciously stretched out his hand to press his lower abdomen. I don't know if it was due to heat conduction in his palms or something else, but he could vaguely feel that there was some warmth in this position that lingered together.
Ugh... evil!
Ronan was puzzled and could only continue to refer to the system analysis playback to find the reason. However, as he looked at it, facing the comprehensive and thoughtful analysis, he felt a little dazed.
Not to mention anything else, this error correction system is beyond the reach of his current "family workshop" format research.
With such a system and such timely and accurate means of simulation, playback, and error correction, anyone with a little bit of talent and knowledge in this area and the ability to work hard will find it very difficult to succeed over many years.
No wonder, in just five or six years, the Dark Blue Walkers have gathered four or five divisions, and they are still expanding.
After gaining the support of capital and political power, the "prototype format" theory has indeed soared into the sky. In the current social context, the possibility of counterattacking it is almost zero.
"As expected, I can only expand my influence on the esper association...
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...As a psychic, or as a 'reconnaissance', I have made some progress, but it is not enough, not enough! "
Ronan was a little distracted. At this moment, the bracelet vibrated and the communication was connected. It was Mo Qiu.
"Third brother?"
"Nanzi, where are you?" Mo Qiu asked bluntly.
Ronan was slightly startled: "I'm upstairs..."
"Where upstairs? Forget it, come down now." In fact, Mo Qiu didn't care where Ronan was. When he contacted him, he just sighed and said, "Now come to the reception desk in the reception hall. I'll wait for you here."
"Third brother, what's going on..."
"It's nothing. Peng Shiqi just went too far and had a bit of an overreaction. I think it's best to go home and rest early. Come down quickly."
"Oh well."
The two hung up the communication, and Ronan frowned. This third brother Qiu was obviously lying. He sounded calm when he spoke, probably because he didn't want to worry a "kid" like him, but the nervousness behind his words had already given him away completely.
What happened?
After spinning his mind for a few times, Ronan didn't waste any time, took off his peripheral equipment and walked out of the VIP room. When he was closing the door, he thought that this time it was Hu Huaying who was treating guests. According to etiquette, he should inform him, but he did not leave any contact information at that time...
Ronan shook his head and walked quickly to the elevator. Not long after, he saw the two pretty guides again. Both long and short hair smiled sweetly and gave a playful hat tip from afar:
"Hello, sir!"
Ronan nodded in response, walked closer, and said to the two of them: "Senior Hu will come over later. Tell him that I have to leave beforehand..."
The short-haired instructor opened his eyes wide: "Sir Luo, why don't you stop playing for a while? It's only been less than an hour."
"No, I have something to do." Ronan nodded to the two of them again and walked to the elevator.
Seeing Ronan's hurry, the two conductors looked at each other and bowed in unison: "We will definitely convey your words."
The elevator door rang and opened to one side. Ronan was about to go in, but saw four or five people inside laughing and going out. They all looked drunk. One of them was Hu Huaying.
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