Chapter 179: Undercurrent II (1/2)
Chapter 179: Undercurrent II
Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation
People were everywhere inside the training base. Sadly there were hardly any of them in the actual training room. Countless pillars stood at the lobby of the NR training base, with countless people surrounding them. Everyone left and returned, as they tapped to activate the partially transparent interface again and again. A swift glance over the list and disappointment stormed upon their faces.
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”Excuse me, De Gong, if it was not for your harmless act of submitting the visual of that ludicrous YC guy online, we wouldn't have to suffer like this now,” ranted one of the members of the maintenance department at the NR training base.
The staff whose name was addressed as De Gong laughed bitterly as he replied, ”How would I think this much ahead? I got so hyped up that I just clicked the ”submit” button on a whim. I seriously did not reckon these maniacs going this mad, riding their spaceships and traveling all the way here! If I would have foreseen such insanity, I would have clicked to cancel. Just to save the trouble for us.” Well, that was what he said, though his expression contained a dash of honor.
”Sigh, that aside, what on Rique do you think these people were doing?” inquired another member from the side.
”I know right! No one would know who the heck that YC guy truly is as long as he stayed quiet about it!” agreed one of the members to that statement.
In the virtual world, the appearance of the character would have about 80 to 90% similarity to the actual person in reality by default. That was not applicable however, since people could always modify their appearance after logging into the virtual world. So the definite appearance of the person online holds no direct relation to the appearance offline. As the staff had mentioned, it would be indeed a difficulty to determine one’s identity online.
That was why the conversation happened.
”Tsk, tsk, tsk!” De Gong snatched the spotlight as he spoke, ”Both of you are quite new here I supposed. Of course you wouldn't know this place well enough! Heh! Regarding your issue of identification, our center, this very base, has its own perks you know,” the answer came off flaunting.
”Oh really?”
”How?” both of them hurriedly asked.
”Hehe, well, all users must have a name registered at the MPA before using the NR facilities, like ‘YC’ for instance. Hell knows what his real name is, but as long as he is in the facility, he would be known as ‘YC’. As you are aware of, every NR training base is interconnected with MPA. To even own the rights to use the NR facilities, one must have their names registered,” while jiggling his head, he said playfully.
”That was why we could not tell who he really is!” one staff replied.
”Yeah, it's not like there would be a nameplate written ‘YC’ floating on top of his head,” added the other staff.
”Well, looks like both of you aren’t aware of it. If this YC guy logged in and only took a stroll at the facility, no one would recognize him, even if he spent a week loitering at the lobby. The catch is, the moment he picked a room and accessed it, disregarding what training he was going to participate, he would be exposed! Anyone who have spent long enough at the training base would know, that very second you made your entry, you would be found on the terminal at the lobby. This is why all of you have never heard of people impersonating this YC, since no matter how hard the person claimed to be YC, his or her identity would be uncovered when the access was done, which justified the crowd at the lobby all day long. Didn’t you see them refreshing the data on the terminal constantly? Yes, they are trying to find YC out using such a way,” De Gong explained patiently.
”Well, aren’t they stupid? For they are blind-waiting.”
”If you say so, so be it. They are blind-waiting, they only wanted to test out their luck,” shrugged De Gong as he spoke.
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The moment when Ye Chong woke up was the morning after that. He had already recovered from the fatigue last night after a whole night of sufficient sleep. The unaware boy never expected the chaos occurring at the Shang family currently after that historical lick he committed last night.
The family meeting among the Shangs ended at 3 o’ clock… in the morning! And the attendants were none other than Shang Zhangming and his wife, Shang Ling and Shang Xin. For Shang Lan, she did not participate the meeting this time for some reason.
That knotted brows of Shang Zhangming had hardly loosened since then. He glanced upon his wife, ”Xin, how do you see this Wang Xing?”
His wife was in her fifties, a well-maintained fifties specifically, as she looked like in her thirties - poised, grand and amiable - which gave off a friendly vibes to people around. They were a loving husband-and-wife.
”What’s the worry, my Ming?” chuckled the lady.
Shang Zhangming forced a smile, ”The happening tonight is terrible. I no longer know how to deal with it!” Shang Zhangming had always been pampering his youngest daughter, Shang Lan. Regretfully, Shang Lan had always been extremely introverted. Other than the brothers and sisters in her family, she had barely interacted with the outside world. The two heads of the family were wondering if she had psychological disorder of some kind at the beginning, they had sought consultations from numerous psychologists. She had undergone various treatments, counseling sessions… none of them worked. Shang Lan remained her withdrawn self, which explained how the entire family spoiled this little princess a lot.
Shang Zhangming’s descendants, there were 5 of them. The eldest son died after contracting a strange disease at the age of 1. The second eldest being his daughter, Shang Yue; the third being Shang Xin, the fourth would be his son, Shang Ling. And Shang Lan was clearly the youngest among them.