Chapter 31 (1/2)

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

The double metal doors slid open once again, and the only difference was that Mu Fan was intact 40 minutes earlier when he entered, but his body was now covered with bruises 40 minutes later when he exited.

He dragged his body as he walked towards the water dispenser and sat down on a training bench to take a sip as he thought to himself, Once I get paid, I can go home and sleep well today. It was his first time getting to contact with a mech today. Even though it was in virtual reality, Mu Fan felt like the experience was more than real; it was a novel and exciting experience, and he couldn’t keep his mind off it.

Chubby Harry who was sitting on the sofa suddenly sighed out of relief as he pressed the release button and took off his helmet.

“Why did you go offline first? Didn’t we agree on messaging each other?” Chubby Harry complained. “I lost again! Ahhh! I can’t do it without you! Was that really your first time in the PO Battle Network? Tell me about how you did it! All I could think about was that game!”

Chubby Harry stood up and poured himself a cup of water as he sat across from Mu Fan and asked him in excitement.

Mu Fan was troubled about what to say as too many things were involved.

He frowned and organized his thoughts before saying, “I just got lucky. I went around after the battle, but I wasn’t familiar with anything other than the training camp, so I went offline to train for a bit.”

Chubby Harry only noticed that Mu Fan’s training suit was soaked in sweat and admired his hard work.

Mu Fan continued after thinking for a bit, “The PO Battle Network is really amazing, but I should be responsible. I think we should also spend half of the time on combat in reality. You’ll attack while I defend.”

Chubby Harry nodded but didn’t speak.

“Beep-beep. Incoming call on Skycom. Caller: Uncle Wu.” His Skycom suddenly lit up.

“Uncle Wu is calling me. That’s it for today then. I’m going out for lunch, and I’ll see you in the afternoon!!! We’ll train in the afternoon again. Bye, Mu Fan!” Chubby Harry said to Mu Fan in a rush as his eyes widened when he saw it was almost time for lunch. How wonderful! He thought as he grabbed his coat and ran away.

It’s almost lunchtime. Mu Fan’s eyes squinted when he heard Chubby Harry’s words, ignoring the fact that Harry dashed away.

Got to be eager for food! Mu Fan thought as he acted immediately and changed his shoes as he headed downstairs. He was hungry, and it was time for food.

When Mu Fan walked out of the levitated elevator, he could sense something strange in the atmosphere at the lobby.

There were still many members in the lobby, and the instructors in the normal teaching zones were demonstrating combat techniques like usual. However, when he looked toward the place where he trained yesterday, which was Court No. 5 where practice partners usually gathered, there were still many people, but they didn’t look at ease nor looked like they were looking forward to lunch time.

Something happened?

Mu Fan pondered as he walked in that direction with an emotionless expression.

“Sigh, this job really is…”

“Ya, I’ve seen a lot, but I didn’t expect him to fall…”

“He’s been working here for a long time; they probably won’t be this cruel.”

…

As Mu Fan walked towards them, his acute hearing picked up on what they were murmuring about.

It seemed like something had really happened at the Budokan, but he didn’t know who it was. Perhaps it was someone who everyone was familiar with, or else they wouldn’t be acting this way.

“Big Stomach King!”

Mu Fan became famous from yesterday’s ‘battle in the cafeteria’, and he already got a nickname today. Even though he heard this nickname, he didn’t realize that they were referring to him.

He had no idea that he was in the topic of discussion.

“Big Stomach King is here; don’t know what he’ll think about this since it is related to him.” Mu Fan’s ears perked up when he heard this. The name of Big Stomach King is referring to me? What does this have to do with me?

“Look at his back!”

“Gosh! Did the client use weapons? How is he this badly injured!”

Someone with a sharp eye had noticed Mu Fan’s back when he walked past them.

His training suit was soaked in sweat after the training in the gravitational room, and it was stuck onto his skin. Almost all the rubber bullets during that level-40 round had struck Mu Fan’s back, and the suit was nearly torn apart, showing the bloody marks on his bare back.