Although Young Master Cao claimed that this thing couldn't replace actual training,
in reality...
it could.
Because the average soldier only trained for about... an hour or two a day!
The body needed rest too.
Practicing once in the morning and once in the afternoon was already enough.
But gaming was different—it belonged to the realm of the mind. Most people could easily play for four or five hours without issue.
Those with stronger mental endurance could play even longer.
Even if the feedback from each session was minimal, the sheer duration made up for it.
Moreover,
training in a virtual battlefield was worlds apart from drilling in the usual military training grounds.
One was routine practice.
The other was life-and-death combat.
How could they be the same?
...
However,
Young Master Cao had never served in the military in either of his lifetimes, so he had no idea what actual soldier training looked like.
He just instinctively assumed that since the game only provided 20% feedback, it couldn’t compare to the full physical feedback of real-world training.
That’s why he had said those things to his father-in-law.
This was just a blind spot in his knowledge.
No big deal.
Once this technology was handed over to professionals, they’d naturally figure out how to maximize its benefits.
Right now, the priority was just to accompany his father-in-law for a round of gaming.
Though Cao Cheng had never been a soldier, never enlisted, and never undergone systematic training,
his physical prowess was undeniable.
And this time, they were connected to the network—
the internal network.
Many people were already using it, including security and bodyguards who had their own helmets as part of the beta testing.
So after Cao Cheng and his father-in-law logged in, they only had to wait a few minutes before matching with seventy or eighty players, supplemented by a few dozen AI soldiers.
Then the slaughter began.
From boarding the plane to parachuting...
Speaking of parachuting, this virtual jump wasn’t like in regular games—there was no forced parachute deployment.
If you were skilled enough, you could push the limits, opening your chute at just 100 meters—basically gambling with your life.
And if you forgot to pull the cord?
Splat. Meat paste.
But you know what?
His father-in-law seemed to have some real skills.
Though Cao Cheng didn’t see how the old man fought, the match ended in about thirty minutes, and his father-in-law logged off too.
He ranked in the top ten.
Cao Cheng, of course, took the chicken dinner.
The moment his father-in-law removed his helmet, his first words were:
"What an exhilarating battle. It’s been years since I last held a gun or experienced such intense combat."
"What place did you get?" Cao Cheng asked.
"Seventh!" His father-in-law didn’t hide it.
Cao Cheng was surprised. "Not bad, old man. I never expected those creaky bones of yours to—"
Before he could finish, his father-in-law flew into a rage and kicked out—still thinking he was in the virtual game—only to nearly throw out his back.
They scrambled to steady him.
Cao Cheng chuckled. "This is reality, old timer. Take it easy. Even though you’ve been consuming those body-enhancing supplements, age is still a factor."
His father-in-law shot him a glare but reluctantly sat down, sighing. "I really am getting old. But in that virtual game, for a moment, I felt young again. It was wonderful."
Still curious, Cao Cheng pressed, "This match had only a few bots—most players were bodyguards and security personnel, battle-hardened veterans. How’d you manage seventh place?"
"None of your business!" His father-in-law side-eyed him, tone sharp.
"How many kills did you get?"
"Still none of your business!" His father-in-law huffed.
Cao Cheng suddenly understood. "Don’t tell me you just crawled to the final circle, popped up, and immediately died?"
"..."
His father-in-law clenched his fists.
Silence.
Cao Cheng burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Truly, what an exhilarating battle indeed!"
His father-in-law grabbed a teacup, ready to hurl it at him—this brat was getting more insufferable by the day.
Luckily, the elegant older sister arrived just then, carrying a fresh fruit platter.
As she walked in, she remarked, "I could hear you two from outside. Done with the game? How was it?"
His father-in-law silently set down the teacup, saying nothing.
Cao Cheng, however, grinned.
Another glare from his father-in-law—dark, very dark.
The elegant older sister glanced between them and quickly pieced together what had happened.
Not surprising.
In her eyes, her husband had always been competitive in his youth, but age had tempered that.
And gaming? Who knew how many years it had been since he last played.
Now, suddenly diving into a game—especially one with a helmet, something he’d never even seen before—of course he wouldn’t do well.
Seems like Young Master Cao had been teasing him.
Heh.
She shook her head with a smile. Only Cao Cheng, this fearless brat, would dare. In the entire Tang family—whether it was their own sons, daughters, or relatives’ younger generations—who else would be so bold in front of her husband?
Just Cao Cheng.
She was used to it by now.
His father-in-law snorted. "I was being cautious. In a real battlefield, who runs around recklessly? Besides, it was my first time playing. Caution was necessary—otherwise, how could I have placed seventh?"
"I was up against bodyguards and professional security personnel—a hundred of them! They train daily and have seen real combat. If I hadn’t been careful, could I have ranked seventh?"
Here, his father-in-law even preened a little.
He raised an eyebrow at the elegant older sister, as if asking: Pretty impressive, huh?
She was genuinely surprised. Seventh place?
Even without knowing the game’s rules, ranking seventh out of a hundred was undeniably impressive.
Cao Cheng knew his father-in-law was just saving face. While his reasoning made some sense, it was clearly just pride talking.
A bit childish.
But this time, Young Master Cao held back his laughter. He could afford to give the old man some dignity.
He explained the game to the elegant older sister, including the rules.
Sure enough, when she heard it was a battlefield—real guns, real bullets, a free-for-all in a confined space with a hundred solo players—
the risk factor was undeniably high.
His father-in-law could only bring a fraction of his physical abilities into the game, while facing off against young, battle-tested men. Under those circumstances, seventh place was legitimately impressive.
Seeing the admiration in her eyes, his father-in-law seemed reinvigorated.
He slapped the table.
"Another round!"
Cao Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you tired?"
"Tired from this? Hardly! Let’s go again. It’s been too long since I’ve moved like this. And after that match, I actually feel a slight change in my body."
He pointed at the helmet. "Keep this here. I’ll use it occasionally to unwind."
Cao Cheng smiled and shook his head. "No need for the helmet. I’ll get you a top-tier gaming pod instead—way more comfortable."
His father-in-law nodded. "Fine. Consider it your filial duty."
Cao Cheng grinned. "Deal. I’ll get Tang Xin to play too. You two can team up—father and child on the battlefield."
"Hmm..." His father-in-law’s eyes gleamed at the idea.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
