Ten thousand I am across the heavens

Before transmigrating, Mo Chengzi could certainly be multitasking and distracted. At his peak, he could even manage to distract millions of people, and each of these distractions far exceeded the strength of an ordinary person's consciousness. Although this state couldn't be sustained as a single personality for an extended period, it might only be able to maintain a few hundred people. However, for simple typing tasks like this, the difficulty was greatly reduced. Simultaneously dispersing the will of millions of people was also achievable.

But now his thinking speed had long been suppressed to the level of an ordinary person. Facing the control of thirty hands, he already felt exhausted. After finally becoming familiar with the typing software, he saw the words "Warm-up complete" pop up on his interface.

His expression immediately brightened, because the text that appeared in front of him was a website interface. Ignoring the fancy advertisements on the side of the website, if you just looked at the actual text content, it seemed to be a novel website, and it looked like a pirated novel website.

His system-customized log had already popped up: "Today's task: Complete 500,000 words of hand-typed transcription before the subway arrives."

Upon seeing this message, Mo Chengzi finally remembered what the original owner of this body did on his way to and from school. This guy had joined the dark world of online novels to earn extra money to pay off his loans. He was specifically responsible for manually typing up pirated online novels. Because information technology was so advanced in this era, conventional methods of piracy, such as scanning and screen capture, were basically blocked by technology. Only things visible to the human eye were impossible to block.

So the once-extinct industry of hand-typed pirated content has been revived in this cyber age. However, he is only a high school freshman, and even if he comes into contact with the dark world of online novels, he only dares to access the most peripheral content. At best, he is just an outsourcer, and a low-level henchman at that.

As for his boss's piracy company, it wasn't anything respectable.

"Who in their right mind would pirate content from a pirate website? And this is outrageous! Pirate websites even have anti-piracy systems. It's just not fair."

After recalling the original owner's memories, he understood what was going on. The funds approved for him from above were far from enough for him to subscribe to legitimate content; if he did it that way, he wouldn't make any money. So he had no choice but to take the risk of subscribing to pirated content, and then manually type out the pirated copies and send them to his superiors.

It's fair to say that all his hard work only earned him a meager living, and it's fortunate that his typing speed was already quite fast. His 30 hands were typing furiously on the virtual keyboard on the virtual interface, outputting hundreds of thousands of words per hour. He managed to finish his outsourced task just as the subway arrived at the station, and at the same time, he received an anonymous transfer of 100 yuan.

If you disregard loan repayments, his current typing speed alone shouldn't be too difficult to make a living. Thinking this way, the pressure lessens somewhat.

I saw it as I walked towards the subway entrance. There were security guards carrying bionic rubber batons, waving them to drive away the down-and-out middle-aged people at the subway entrance.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Begging is not allowed here! Go beg in the lower city. You're covered in pirated junk, get away from me right now. I'm afraid your pirated prosthetic body will infect my newly bought lung prosthetic body with the virus."

Mo Chengzi remembered the middle-aged man who was driven away. The original owner of this body had seen him a few years ago. At that time, the original owner was still a child, and the man was not as destitute as he is now. He had bought a pair of prosthetic legs and worked as a food delivery driver. It just so happened that the food delivery war was underway, with delivery drivers battling drones.

With his incredibly fast legs and the unique skill of switching to a "red-green color blindness" mode at traffic lights, he has consistently ranked first in the company's takeout revenue. Thanks to his decent prosthetic body, his income is truly not bad.

However, as time went by, new prosthetic bodies were designed and produced one after another, and the old models were gradually no longer maintained. In addition, he had been running around in this industry, and his legs were already worn out. The other joints in his body could not keep up with the strength of the prosthetic body, and he also developed a lot of occupational diseases.

Now, his legs can't even run at a speed of more than 40km/h. Compared with the new generation of young deliverymen with new company logos and prosthetic bodies, he is not competitive at all and cannot meet the company's targets. He was recently laid off because he has no other skills and cannot find a job. Now he can only beg at the subway entrance.

The development of the times can eliminate a person at any time. Even if you seem to have the skills to make a living, you may be eliminated by new technologies in a few years.

Mo Chengzi, whose pressure had eased slightly and who felt he could slowly pay off his loans even if he couldn't graduate high school, suddenly tensed up again. If he relied on his current multi-talented abilities, he might end up in the same situation.

He also recalled his condition today, which was somewhat worse than before. The original owner's cash flow had dried up, and he hadn't taken any medication for two days. The effects of the nerve stimulant were gradually fading. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had such a hard time warming up today.

Once the effects of the medication completely wear off, his analytical abilities will decline further. To prevent this decline, he'll need to continue taking the medication. And to earn the money for those medications, he'll need to earn even more money.

The thought of this made him feel even more urgent, so he quickened his pace to get to school. The students on campus were all rushing around; some were working on problems on screens visible only to themselves, while others, like him, were frantically typing on virtual keyboards, practicing multitasking.

It was probably the weekend, so the school's classes were a bit lighter. The specialized advanced courses weren't scheduled for this day; instead, the students were given off-campus mecha operation practice over the weekend.

When Mo Chengzi arrived at the class, everyone was busy with their own things and no one came to talk to him. Basically, except for lunch in the cafeteria when some people would take the opportunity to chat briefly, almost everyone was busy studying.

If Mo Chengzi hadn't taken out large loans, it would have been impossible for him to maintain a relatively good ranking in his class.

Moreover, even with the loan, her ranking has begun to decline, making her a key target of the class teacher's "attention".

The teacher in charge of this outdoor practical class was my class's physical education teacher, Ma Jun. When he arrived at the classroom, he hadn't even changed into the suit that teachers should wear. Instead, he was wearing work clothes that were still stained with cement, looking like he had just come from a construction site.

"Dear students, today's mecha piloting class will be our first outdoor practical exercise. For most of you, getting into university is a distant dream, so mastering a useful skill will be your capital to make a living in society."

You can't learn how to pilot a mech just by attending classes. The teacher has gone to great lengths to arrange this practical lesson for you today, so that you can experience what it's like to actually pilot a mech and face complex working conditions.

"The class monitor is in charge of collecting the money now. We won't charge you much for this activity, just 100 yuan per person, only for the electricity to power one of your mechs. Only a conscientious teacher like me could offer you such a low price." Mo Chengzi hadn't expected to be charged money at school. The 100 yuan he'd barely touched was gone just like that.

But thinking that it would be good if they could learn some real skills, since Teacher Ma has connections and can arrange practical training for them, it is indeed a rare opportunity.

……

A large group of more than 60 people crammed onto the subway and arrived at the construction site in a flurry. Teacher Ma vividly illustrated what it means to take money but not do anything. He took their money but didn't provide them with transportation, leaving them to squeeze onto the subway to get to the internship site.

After exiting the subway station, Mo Chengzi had a bad feeling. The location on the map was indeed the construction site in front of him, and the thought that he would be interning at this site made him feel hopeless about his future.

As expected, Teacher Ma assigned each of them a mecha, but not the cool Gundam kind. Instead, they were engineering mechas that could be roughly shaped like a human, but more like human excavators.

Mo Chengzi was very familiar with this thing. In the early days, when the Shanhe Republic was not so developed, there were these things everywhere during the large-scale infrastructure construction. He even drove one on a construction site for a while. Later, he was transferred to the administrative department because of his excellent exam results.

This thing is clearly used on construction sites. After teaching them the basic operation, Teacher Ma said to the students, "Pressure is the key to motivation. Your next assessment is to clean up the construction waste on this site. The mech will record your cleanup volume. The three people who clean up the most today can get a dose of No. 5 nerve stimulant from me."

Upon hearing this, Mo Chengzi immediately wanted to curse. He finally understood what this guy was up to. This Teacher Ma wasn't really bringing them out for practical experience; he'd simply hired a bunch of free laborers, and they had to compete to do as much work as possible, because there was that carrot dangling in front of them. There was no unity among the students; everyone was thinking only of themselves. If they worked fast enough, they might be the lucky ones to get the carrot.

In an instant, they scrambled to get their mechs going, quickly starting them up and working like other oxen and horses on the construction site, vying to clear the construction debris from the wreckage.

Mo Chengzi didn't do anything foolish like ganging up on everyone to avoid doing any work and thus increase the workload; that's impossible to do without everyone's cooperation. It would also offend the PE teacher. Besides, he doesn't even have any savings right now. He simply can't outmaneuver these people.

Left with no other choice, I rolled up the lever with my classmates, gripped it with both hands, and began to control this behemoth.

At the same time, hundreds of buttons appeared on his retinal interface. Also appearing were 30 pairs of hands—the limit of his current capabilities.

To make this mech move in a coordinated manner like a real human, hundreds of parameters need to be controlled simultaneously. Most of the time, it's possible to let the AI ​​handle less strenuous movements, such as walking, which can be done directly in a controlled mode. However, precisely grasping heavy objects without damaging additional areas requires controlling dozens or even hundreds of buttons simultaneously to precisely adjust the movements.

Thirty hands are actually quite redundant when dealing with this number of operations, so he was quite adept at operating the engineering mech, and in the blink of an eye, he looked as agile as a real human.

However, he had always been among the top students in his class, so his early mastery of mecha control did not cause much of a stir.

Several students had difficulty operating the mecha. The information input efficiency was low. The two robotic arms of the mecha moved as if they had suffered a stroke.

Then we saw Teacher Ma walk over immediately and begin to teach us in a kind manner.

"These two students, I think your self-control is a bit lacking. I have a batch of the latest model of nerve stimulant here, which I obtained through the school's channels. I can sell it to you at a 95% discount."

There are no shortcuts to improving self-control. Besides diligent study and practice, the only other option is to take drastic measures. Without these measures, you'll never keep up with your classmates' learning pace. You won't graduate, and you won't even be able to do manual labor.

Believe me, the money you spend hasn't disappeared; it's staying with you in another form.

After a round of sales pitches, several students who were most awkward at operating the mechs had no choice but to buy the potion and then plunge it into the injection port in their necks in front of the whole class.

In this day and age, injectable medications no longer require a trip to the hospital. Everyone has pre-drilled injection ports on their neck, arms, and thighs. Simply align the medication with the port for an automatic, painless injection. It's seamless, with no waste and virtually no risk of infection. As for the potential harm of the medication itself, that's simply a matter of the user developing drug tolerance. Pharmaceutical companies won't compensate them. Even if the medication is truly problematic and causes death, it's attributed to students illegally taking or using counterfeit drugs.

Who in the school doesn't use counterfeit drugs? If everyone bought the genuine stuff, they would have gone bankrupt long ago. And if they could afford the genuine stuff, they wouldn't be in this high school.

Mo Chengzi tried his best to concentrate and quickly moved the construction waste. Although he knew he was working for someone else, he could only grit his teeth and do it. Fortunately, he was indeed experienced and his brick-moving volume was always far ahead. However, as he concentrated for longer and longer, he found that his mind was gradually becoming scattered.

[To be continued]

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