Ten thousand I am across the heavens

The Mughals had plotted for so many days, doing so many things against their own will, all for the sake of resurrection. They wanted to properly complete the things they hadn't done in their past lives, and take care of their families. They thought it would be some time before they had a chance to return to real society. But unexpectedly, they were chosen on their very first attempt to be resurrected. They were gathered together and kept in camps for training. They practiced how to reintegrate into human society and how to manipulate the bodies created for them.

During this process, they watched the slave-hunting teams come and go, bringing in a steady stream of humans from the wild. These humans were deliberately placed here. The dragon-hunting team members watched these trained individuals, who would soon have the opportunity to return to the human world, and couldn't help but feel envious. Many of them also wanted that opportunity. As a result, the capture efficiency increased, and the number of people sent back grew ever higher.

Norege has a firm grasp on human nature. As long as one still harbors various desires, one cannot escape the control of tasks assigned by artificial intelligence and will be squeezed to achieve maximum work efficiency.

"Old Mo! Could you teach us again your techniques for capturing wild humans, how to find their clues, and how to identify the ones among them who are best at finding their own kind? Without you, we've been working longer, but our efficiency hasn't improved much. You're about to return to the human world and never come back, so your skills can't be lost."

After Arno returned to camp with a group of captured wild humans, he secretly sought out their former leader, Mughal, wanting to learn from him and extract his most valuable skills.

Mughal looked at the large amount of cryptocurrency transferred to his account. After a brief silence of two seconds, he nodded: "Come here and I'll explain everything to you in detail. I'll teach you all the techniques for capturing slaves."

The cryptocurrency transferred by the other party needs to be converted into real-world currency at an absurdly high ratio of 100:1. It's not a huge amount, but something is better than nothing. The initial capital is always the hardest to accumulate, and any extra savings at the beginning can bring about a dramatic change.

It's fair to say that passing on his most treasured knowledge wouldn't have much of an impact, since the techniques for capturing abilities are only truly useful in the virtual wasteland. Back in the real world, even the less developed areas outside of cities are far from being considered wilderness.

There's no way he'd have the opportunity to capture wild slaves. Even if he didn't need that knowledge himself, passing it on wouldn't create a competitor. Since he could get some money, even if it wasn't much, why wouldn't he sell it?

As he explained his accumulated knowledge and experience in detail, Arno's face lit up with a look of sudden enlightenment. He finally understood some of the behaviors he hadn't grasped during his previous missions with the captain. He had also conveniently figured out the most efficient way to capture people and how to find human settlements more quickly.

As this knowledge and skills were passed on, Arno's slave-hunting team did indeed become more efficient. They were able to bring back two or three groups of slaves to the camp every day. These men, each with a blank look in their eyes, were led into the camp in chains. What awaited them was almost endless work. Connected to the virtual reality world through virtual reality devices, they would become question-and-answer machines, or NPCs in various scenarios. They would almost never have a chance to rest, because the rewards they received would barely be enough to feed themselves. They would hardly be able to save any money, and therefore, there was no possibility of escaping or breaking free from their current situation.

Mughal watched their expressions, which had shifted from initial sadness and sympathy to near numbness. What did these people have to do with him? Letting them work endlessly here, at least ensuring their safety, wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He would never have any contact with these people again. There was no need to grieve for their plight. In another hour, he would descend into his physical body in the real world through the neural connection system. His excitement made him almost ignore the slaves passing by. "Come and line up here. Next, you will pass through the entrance to the real world. Passing through this entrance beside me will take you directly to the real world. Keep calm. Take control of your bodies. Once you have control, you can move around there. When you get there, don't make any rash moves. Follow my instructions. Otherwise, I can sever your connection to your bodies at any time and turn you into a vegetable." Norege's projection stood in front of a large door, addressing the people queuing at the entrance. They were the ones who would have the chance to be resurrected in the real world.

Mo Chengzi modified humanoid robots from the real world, giving them bodies that resembled those of real people. Although there were still differences, the dexterity of their bodies made it imperceptible to the average person. After all, it was perfectly normal for people in this era to have some mechanical parts. The more mechanical parts someone had, the wealthier they were, and the more parts of their body they had modified.

Mughal watched as one person after another walked through the door. His excitement grew; it would soon be his turn. He would soon have a body in the real world.

Thinking this to himself, he quickened his pace, and by the time he stood at the doorway, his body was trembling slightly. Just then, a new slave-catching team passed by the camp, leading a long chain of people linked together. They walked past him.

"Go in, what are you still hesitating for? Don't waste time, there are people waiting for you."

Hearing the urging, the Mughal hurried towards the gate. Just as he was about to pass through, he caught a glimpse of a procession of slaves passing by not far from him.

Among the group of people bound by chains, there seemed to be a very familiar face. It was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen, with a thin, bony figure and dry, yellow hair. She didn't seem to live a wealthy life in the real world, and her self-perception in the virtual world was just as withered.

"Wait!" The moment Mughal saw the girl, he suddenly became agitated. He wanted to back out of the doorway and rush over to see who she was. But the person behind him had already grown impatient. They shoved him in the back, and in the next instant, he was pushed inside.

[To be continued]

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