Please ask the dream.

Chapter 64: Into a Strange Dream
(The data in the previous chapter was highly controversial and has been recalculated. Because the variables such as string speed are really difficult to calculate, the author sought help from the arrow speed comparison table, but the arrow speed still exceeds the third cosmic speed... It's outrageous. The PS of the previous chapter has been changed and can be seen after refreshing. However, the revision of the article by Dian Niang may cause the loss of intervening posts. I apologize here. In addition, I thank [Snail Fengxing] for his discussion and support.)
There are five books of master-level assassination techniques in front of him, and there is no difference in color, size, or thickness. This makes Feng Xue, who has a phobia of making choices, a little at a loss for a moment.

But he didn't get too hung up on it. Since he couldn't tell, there was no need to worry about it. But as he opened one of the books, another thought came to Feng Xue's mind -

"If the dice were still there, I wonder if I could roll the dice to choose the best one?"

……

The vision in front of his eyes gradually became hazy, as if he had a dream within a dream. When the feeling faded, Feng Xue only felt a slight brightness in front of his eyes. Then he found that he was sitting in a spacious classroom. The classroom was large and looked large enough to accommodate nearly a hundred students. However, including Feng Xue, there were only fourteen friends who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old. Everyone was looking at the empty podium, as if they were students waiting for the teacher to arrive.

But this thought only lasted for two breaths before he realized something was wrong.

This is completely different from the friends in the previous nodes!
This is not an orphanage, and they are not ordinary children or students, but...

weapon!

Although it sounds a bit strange to describe it this way, Feng Xue, who has mastered expert-level assassination techniques, can easily see the danger in these young children.

Their sitting posture, their eyes, and even the frequency of their breathing made Feng Xue feel like his hair stood on end.

"What is this? A killer training school? Why is it separate from Longchang Enlightenment? Aren't they both the same type of skill enhancement? Or does it mean that no san points are consumed here?"

Feng Xue was thinking in his heart, but he lowered his head and glanced at it, but this one glance made his heart beat wildly twice -

This is not him, or rather, not the body of his predecessor!

Although it has been less than a week since he traveled through time, Feng Xue has indeed experienced almost all age stages of his previous incarnation. Coupled with his own knowledge of anatomy, he is even more familiar with his predecessor's body than the one in his previous life.

The hands that appeared before him, whether in terms of texture details or simply skin color and bone shape, were incompatible with him.

"The skin is pale, with a slight body odor, not body odor, probably just the hot and humid climate plus sweat. The skeleton of the hands is slightly thicker than before, and there are obvious calluses on the wrists, fingertips, and finger pads..."

While silently collecting information about this body, the classroom door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and seemingly less than 40 years old, wearing only a vest and shorts, walked in.

Unlike his appearance, the muscular lines on his body are extremely visually impactful. The smooth lines and the subtle rhythm between his walks are enough to make a woman with fragile defenses collapse at a glance.

The man glanced around the room, his eyes showing no emotion, but Feng Xue could feel the look in his eyes as if a knife was cutting through many vital parts of her body.

"Very good, rookies, congratulations on surviving until now. From today on, you will no longer be little devils, but cannon fodder! But this is not a title to be happy about. You must do your best to complete the mission, accumulate experience, and never stop practicing. Only in this way can you escape from the ranks of cannon fodder and become a qualified tool!"

Feng Xue opened his mouth slightly, trying to get away with it by lip-syncing when the students around him opened their mouths. However, to his surprise, the students did not utter slogans such as "Yes, sir!", "Understood!", or "Yes, sir!" in response to his words. Instead, they waited for what to come next like emotionless machines.

The "teacher" did not seem surprised by this result. He opened the folder he brought in and said calmly:

"Very good. Next, it is your first mission in life. Come up and claim it when your name is called. You are not allowed to tell others about your mission, and you are not allowed to form a team. From today on, the first-level equipment warehouse will be open to you. You have 24 hours to prepare. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

The sudden chorus of responses almost made Feng Xue unable to react, but fortunately he had been keeping his nerves tense and finally caught up with the rhythm. "Zhang Yonglin!"

"To!"

"Qi Siyuan!"

"To!"

"Felinlo!"

"To!"

One by one, the young men walked up to the podium and took over documents from the instructor. Although they were packed in thick manila file bags, each person guarded them tightly after taking over the task, as if they were afraid that someone would rush up and snatch them.

However, Feng Xue was obviously more panicked than them at this time, because he had no idea what the name of the person he was possessed by was.

What if he didn't respond when the instructor called his name...

Anyway, Feng Xue didn’t think that the reason why there was such a large empty area in the classroom was because other students had dropped out.

"It must be the last one! It must be the last one!"

Feng Xue wrote down the names of each student who was called, but just when he was ready to jump up if no one answered, the teacher suddenly shouted:
"Feng Xue!"

"To!"

Although he almost didn't react, Feng Xue still shouted out immediately, and then walked forward quickly. It was only then that he suddenly felt a cold sweat breaking out and was very worried that there was another Feng Xue in the classroom.

Fortunately, this nonsensical thing did not happen. Feng Xue folded the task list like other students and returned to his seat. He breathed a sigh of relief. He memorized the names of the remaining people and thought about his next course of action.

From what I can see now, I should have become a member of a youth training camp of a certain assassin organization. I have just completed basic skills training and started to formally accept missions. And...

"I can't use props!" Feng Xue tried to materialize the Qingyun ancient coins, but there was no feedback. He immediately realized the current situation.

"It looks like an environment for learning assassination techniques, but it's different from Longchang Wudao. The training here seems to be more free, and... there is no guarantee of not dying like Longchang Wudao."

While Feng Xue was thinking, the teacher on the podium had already handed out the tasks and said to the students who had returned to their seats:

"I hope to see you come back alive!"

After saying that, without waiting for the students' response, he strode out of the classroom.

(End of this chapter)