Ten thousand I am across the heavens

Mo Chengzi inwardly realized something was wrong. It must be because he hadn't taken the medication for too long, causing the effects to wear off and his nerve excitability to decrease. He was now completely unable to control his brain's processing power. He couldn't even maintain the rapid input mode he used to have. He had no choice but to reduce the number of hands he could simultaneously hold to twenty-seven pairs, which was barely enough to keep him afloat.

However, this also caused a slight decrease in work efficiency. Fortunately, he had been far ahead in terms of progress thanks to his skilled movements and experience piloting mechs before his transmigration. If he could obtain the reward for this victory, specifically one of the nerve-stimulating drugs, then his regressed state should be able to recover.

However, considering the future, he still needs to find a way to earn money to buy medicine. Without continuing the medication, he won't be able to keep up with his classmates. He might even have difficulty graduating high school. In this world, without money, you really can't do anything.

The students around him were all panting heavily. Even though this didn't seem like physical labor, with all the physical exertion coming from the mechs, the prolonged high intensity still placed a considerable mental strain on them.

It seemed the top three spots were about to be taken. Finally, a student made a move. Mo Chengzi, through the window, seemed to see the other person. He produced something that looked like a data card and inserted it into the engineering mech's slot.

Thanks to the enhanced vision provided by his prosthetic eye, he successfully captured the data the other party saw on the mechanical screen.

"Welcome to the remote data support service. You have automatically selected the service type Engineering Mech Pilot. We are assigning you a service personnel. Assignment complete. Trainee Mech Pilot, Zhan Mi, is at your service. Employee number 397086."

As this passage appeared, the engineering mech's movements immediately became smoother, with both the precision of its operation and the skill in carrying things far exceeding the level that students should have.

Mo Chengzi then remembered that the student who had just inserted the card had chosen remote assistance, which allowed him to be operated by a professional mecha pilot.

This isn't just about observing you; it also involves sharing the knowledge and experience gained from your work. Everyone has a different aptitude for absorbing this kind of knowledge and experience, so the level of understanding gained through this training will vary, but everyone will make some progress. It's especially helpful in the early stages of learning, allowing for a quick start.

Glancing at the student ID card on the other person's chest, Mo Chengzi could only curse his bad luck inwardly. The student ID card read Zhu Zhinan, one of the few wealthy students in the class. Compared to the families of the company's high-level executives, he wasn't considered rich. But compared to students from the lower-middle-town area like them, he was still far wealthier.

Only a rich guy like him would be willing to spend so much effort on this thankless practice match. He'd use his mobile data to request remote assistance.

This application is definitely not cheap, costing at least three to five hundred yuan, for these are legitimate mecha operators. Although they're only operating engineering mechas. On Earth, that's probably equivalent to graduating from a vocational school like Lanxiang Vocational School—not a top-tier university. But hiring them for even half a day costs a considerable amount. And that's not all. Because an agency is used for the hiring process, the agency takes a cut of the fees—the lion's share. Three to five hundred yuan is a conservative estimate.

Mo Chengzi could only do his best to move the items as quickly as possible. Fortunately, he managed to maintain his third-place ranking in the end. Only two people in the entire class used the remote data support service; the others were reluctant to use it. The main reason was that the gap with fourth place was too large. To get a bottle of potion, they would need to activate the remote service and apply for a professional-level technician. That would significantly increase the price. It wouldn't be worth it.

Mo Chengzi spent the whole day working at the construction site. All he got was a bottle of nerve stimulant. And it was even a low-grade No. 5. Most stimulants are more effective with higher grades. High school students are usually exposed to stimulants ranging from No. 0 to No. 20. As their ability to multitask improves, they can tolerate higher-grade stimulants with better effects.

Potion #5 can only barely maintain his current state—keeping his hands from regressing. To continue improving, he'll need more potions.

After receiving the medicine, he pressed it onto the back of his neck without hesitation. The injection site there absorbed the drug directly. It instantly cleared his mind, improving his previously dazed and confused state. He became fully alert.

But he knew this state wouldn't last. And there might not be a reward for tomorrow's class. He might even have to find a way to buy the medication the teacher was promoting. He had to find a way to save money.

He remembered that some of his classmates sold pirated materials, specifically pirated neural connection devices. Although they weren't the most expensive pirated textbooks, he figured that if he could save money on the equipment, he might be able to persevere a little longer.

The afternoon class was a standard hacking technique lesson, which in a school setting would be considered information security training. Since they're only in the first year of high school, the content is quite basic, starting with how to find someone's IP address and how to modify the registry using files—the most fundamental hacking methods. These overtly remote and clandestine methods of manipulating someone else's system are easily detected, and this was more of an educational lesson on the oldest viruses.

The knowledge was very simple. By replacing the part he remembered, he quickly understood the course content. At the same time, he became somewhat absent-minded, thinking about where he could make money after school.

Unexpectedly, while he was in class, a series of obscene images suddenly popped up in his holographic glasses. It seemed that he, still young and full of youthful vigor, blushed furiously. Unpleasant sounds echoed in his ears, causing the students lying on their desks to become increasingly uncomfortable.

It turns out that he wasn't the only one who saw the strange extra video.

The video had only been playing for less than two minutes, and many students were still enjoying it when red lights flashed throughout the classroom, signaling a red alert.

"David! You've been secretly using pirated equipment to access the school network. You're in big trouble today."

The teacher, who had been lying on the podium teaching the students, slammed his holographic glasses onto the podium. He then angrily grabbed a student in a yellow shirt by the collar.

A puff of black smoke was seen coming from the holographic glasses the other person was wearing, clearly indicating that the hacking attack had originated from him.

Mo Chengzi's expression changed immediately when he saw the person whose collar had been grabbed. It was the same person in the class who had access to pirated devices. As a result, the other person's pirated devices were infected with a virus, affecting the entire class and causing huge losses. Who knew how much money they would have to pay in compensation? Because the school's system was infected with a virus, all students could only move around freely for the time being. David's parents were also notified, presumably to compensate for the losses.

Mo Chengzi sighed helplessly. He could only take this opportunity to continue his part-time job. If he continued to copy things diligently during the few hours of class break, he might be able to earn some more. As for other ways to make money, there certainly were, but he didn't have enough information at the moment, and those ways of making money were beyond his current reach.

Mo Chengzi was troubled about how to make money when he saw David, who was being punished by standing in the corner of the classroom, being pushed and shoved by several students towards the classroom door.

He frowned slightly at the sight. These people were pushing and shoving each other, hurling insults and saying things like they had wasted his study time and he needed to pay compensation. They forcibly dragged him out of the classroom, clearly trying to extort money from him.

Mo Chengzi was already in dire straits and didn't really want to get involved in this mess, but considering that the other party still had access to pirated goods, and might not need them now but might need them in the future, he thought he might be able to use this opportunity to make connections.

So I continued typing while quietly following them. Sure enough, after turning a few corners, they arrived at a secluded classroom. Then I heard the sound of fists clashing.

"You've wasted our time, and you still think you're right? You even dare to fight back? You're pretty stubborn!"

Amidst the thuds of impact, the men were already locked in a brawl, but ultimately, two fists couldn't fight four hands. After his hands were grabbed by two men, David took two solid punches to the face, which immediately bruised and swelled up. He wasn't wearing any military prosthetics, so he had no advantage in strength. The man who hit him wiped his own bruised face and was about to continue his brutal attack, determined to beat the guy up even if he didn't get the money.

These poor people can't afford medical insurance, let alone lawsuits. If they can't afford lawyers, the beating is pointless unless they're seriously injured. They can only seek treatment at illegal clinics like stray dogs.

"Come on, if you've got the guts, then kill me! Hit me here!" As he spoke, David used his waist strength to lift his leg and kick the man in front of him hard in the chest, sending him flying four or five meters away before he crashed to the ground.

"You fucking! Hold him down!"

Before he could even speak, he rushed forward and delivered a powerful punch to David's cheek.

With a fierce determination, he activated the prosthetic arm, a metal fist inside. If he unleashed his full power, it would be enough to knock out all the teeth of an ordinary person. If someone were to take that punch, it wouldn't be something that could be cured for a few hundred dollars.

"Can you withstand the power of a punch worth 5000 yuan?"

boom!
David couldn't help but close his eyes. No matter how tough he tried to appear, not dodging or evading, such a powerful punch made him instinctively close his eyes to protect himself. But the expected pain didn't come; instead, he heard a sound of a body hitting the ground.

Mo Chengzi rubbed his aching wrist. He didn't have the money to buy a prosthetic hand, and his physical strength was no match for the person who had just thrown the punch. If he hadn't used a clever technique to grab the opponent's wrist and throw him over his shoulder in the direction of his force, it would have been very difficult for him to catch that move. Even so, his wrist was slightly numb from the powerful impact.

"Are all the descriptions of the power of boxing techniques here so vivid? How about my 500-yuan over-the-shoulder throw?"
I also know a set of light-injury boxing techniques, each punch costing less than 100 yuan, guaranteed to leave you without any visible injuries. Every day, my injuries stay below the medical insurance reimbursement limit. I guarantee you'll get beaten up for nothing, without receiving a single penny in compensation. Want to learn? If you do, I'll teach you.

Just as he said, the over-the-shoulder throw he just made wasn't very heavy. Although it was powered by a powerful punch, the force of the fall was actually borne by the entire body. It only hit the back and buttocks, which are more resilient to blows. At most, it damaged some parts of the prosthetic body. 500 yuan is about the maximum repair cost.

Hearing this, the two henchmen who were holding David back gasped in shock, realizing they'd encountered a true master. Being good at fighting at school wasn't anything special. A truly skilled fighter was one who could inflict damages without paying a cent. They precisely controlled the extent of their injury, ensuring no compensation was owed. The true essence of martial arts in this cyber world lay in how to strike without leaving a trace of injury.

"What are you babbling about? You're getting too big for your britches!" As if he hadn't really been hurt when he fell, this man got up from the ground and even tried to punch Mo Chengzi, who had intervened.

But a punch of that magnitude couldn't possibly hurt him. Mo Chengzi discovered that the multitasking technique he practiced in this world wasn't entirely useless in combat. Although he didn't have many mechanical prosthetics installed, and his body seemed to require less mental effort to control, he found that if he used his multitasking ability on himself, repeatedly utilizing the power of a specific muscle in his body, he could unleash that muscle's true limit of power.

It's virtually impossible for an average person's muscles to unleash 100% power; only professionally trained athletes can maximize this. He can indirectly achieve this by multitasking and repeatedly sending signals to a specific area of ​​his body to generate force. This allows his physical capabilities to reach a level where he can utilize some of the fighting techniques he learned in the Mountain and River Republic. Reaching this level of physical prowess already enables him to do many incredible things.

For example, he might casually grab his backpack and use it as a shield, then, at the instant his arm collides with the opponent's, unleash the most classic shield parry among the basic advanced killing moves. This is one of the few advanced killing moves that can be executed with a mortal body. The power is guided, transferred, and reflected, negating the enemy's attack while creating an opening with almost no damage to himself.

The punch not only failed to repel the enemy, but was also deflected, leaving the enemy wide open.

[To be continued]

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