Edge of the Apocalypse

In Babylon, there were actually more ways to absorb knowledge. For example, the brain, which connects to a federal database, has a large number of e-books for reading. Books in the form of print media were now rare, and the three books that Hughton had tossed to Allen were crumpled, and it could be seen that they had been there for some years.

These three books are Biographies of Famous Generals, Strategies of Powerful Officials, and Playboy! Alan looked at the third book, which was more of a magazine than a book. On the cover of the magazine, a sexy girl was posing in a seductive posture. Alan asked, not knowing how this book would help him. Suddenly, Hughton took the magazine back like lightning and coughed dryly, "This is the wrong one."

He then quietly tossed over another book, a Biological Atlas of Dangerous Species.

The death arena tends to be cruel competitions between contestants, but it also puts in a certain number of dangerous species to increase the difficulty of the competition, and at the same time increases the price for the spectators' fun. So this Biological Atlas was very useful for Alan to learn more about dangerous species and their habits.

As for the other two books, the youth's interest was much less. After all, he was not old enough to be enthusiastic about scheming and scheming.

After lunch, it was free time. There are two periods of free time in the day, once in the afternoon and once in the evening, for two hours at a time. Alan left after lunch. He took the elevator to the top floor. The elevator opened and a vast space appeared in front of Alan.

Using the open design, when the elevator doors open, you can see the top floor of this 5000 square meters of space. Just this spacious space itself was incomparably shocking. Allen's tiny soul was once again shocked, but after arriving in Babylon, he had already been shocked quite a few times, so he quickly regained his senses.

Outside the elevator, there was an information wall with a plan of the training hall. Alan could see the structure of the training hall from above. The training hall consists of a central venue and several training areas with different functions. The central venue is a place to rest and chat, while other training areas have other instructors or trainers to guide participants in using the regional tools.

The best place to make friends was naturally the central venue, but Alan wasn't in a hurry to run to the venue. He was more interested in the training area that had different functions. After all, it wouldn't take long for him to walk around. When the time came, he would go to the central venue to get to know his competitors. There was still plenty of time.

The functional area is centered on the central venue and distributed in a ring along a passage. There were arrows on the floor as a sign that Allen was walking clockwise, as if there was a firing area. It was divided into several small areas, and there were two youths practicing inside. One used a sniper rifle, the other a bow and arrow.

Allen was not interested in shooting, so he continued forward. Next was a fighting area. In the fighting area, two people could sparring or simulate fighting with Wisdom Brain. Alan stayed here for a moment before continuing to visit.

After walking more than half a lap, he stopped in a functional area where he trained his reflex nerves. Several youths were training at the same time. They were wearing helmets and holding a short metal rod. They were constantly swinging something towards the air. Occasionally, he would even dodge and somersault, as if he was fighting an invisible opponent.

A woman nearby walked over. She was in her early twenties, wearing a tight silver uniform to outline her beautiful figure. Alan saw a nameplate on her chest with the words "Trainer Tessa" written on it.

"I know you, Young Master Alan from District 13, right?"

The trainer Tessa walked over to Alan and said to him, "What do you think? Are you interested in visiting?"

This angle allowed Alan to see the pair of murder weapons hidden under his collar. The round silhouette was extremely lethal to the youth, so Alan naturally reacted. He backed away awkwardly and said a little, "What are they doing?"

"Those are sensors that can be used to train the reflexes in the scenario that the brain simulates. They can make you faster, more accurate and calmer." Tessa walked behind Alan and pushed him, "Come on, try it."

When Tessa stood upright, Alan had just arrived at her chest. The teenager noticed that the thing behind his chest was exceptionally soft. Tessa whispered in his ear, "If you like, I can let you try something else. But now is not the time."

Another lethal sentence.

Tessa took him to another empty training area, helped Alan put on his sensing helmet, and handed him a short metal rod. The trainer explained, "The sensing helmet will allow you to immerse yourself in a simulated scenario. The somatosensor in your hand can simulate weapons that you are familiar with according to your habits. All you have to do is shoot down the virtual frisbee. Every time you shoot down a frisbee, you will get a corresponding score. When the score accumulates to a certain extent, the difficulty will gradually increase."

"Alan, this is your first time here. Let's start with the simplest difficulty."

After he finished dressing, Alan's eyes turned pitch black. It was because his line of sight was blocked by the helmet mask. A moment later, a faint light began to appear. The light gradually brightened. Finally, Alan saw an open plain. This was a scene simulated by the brain. At the same time, Allen also heard the Wisdom Brain's prompt, "Please choose to use a weapon."

Following that, a menu appeared in front of him. There were many options inside, and there were many weapons that could be selected. Allen immediately chose a saber, and the somatosensor in his hand immediately changed from a short stick to a tactical saber that was nearly a meter long.

Following that, the weight, length, width and other details were adjusted. A moment later, a broadsword similar to Berserk Tu appeared in Allen's hand. Alan tried his hand and felt almost the same as Berserk Tu. Then, he whispered, "It's time to start."

Then, the word "LV1" appeared in the space in front of him. Then, a rotating flywheel suddenly appeared and whistled towards Allen's chest. Alan raised his saber and landed on the flywheel. The flywheel immediately exploded into a ball of fluorescence.

One flywheel after another flew straight, oblique, or circled towards Allen at different angles and trajectories. Ellen waved the saber in his hand and easily exploded these things. After shooting down more than a dozen flywheels, the difficulty of improving one's brain increased. In the next moment, the two flywheels collided at the same time, and Allen swung his saber, shooting it down.

When the difficulty reached LV3, Allen couldn't be as relaxed as before. In the beginning, he had to dodge and observe the trajectory of the flywheel. He even used prediction to successfully shoot down each flywheel. After the difficulty had increased by another level, the number of flywheels that appeared at the same time had reached four, and their speed had doubled! In this way, Allen's reaction time would be shorter.

At this moment, the four flywheels almost covered the space that Alan could evade normally. If he continued to retreat or move sideways, he would inevitably bump into one or two of them. Seeing the flywheel crash into him, Alan suddenly jumped forward and thrust through the gap between the four flywheels. After landing on the ground, he swung his saber, and after calculating the path of the saber, he shot down the four flywheels at almost the same time!

He didn't know that a group of people had already gathered outside the training area. There were instructors and trainers from the training area, as well as some people from the organizing committee. Some of them even opened their brains to record what was going on. Apart from that, there were also some youths who participated in the death arena. They stared fixedly at the scoring board above the training area.

When the score jumped to 485, a girl couldn't help but exclaim, "He broke Lucy's record!"

"Who is this guy?"

"Don't you know? It's Alan from District 13, that idiot who volunteered to participate in the death arena."

The teenagers were discussing. At this moment, they cried out in alarm. Someone pointed at the scoring board and shouted, "It's already over 500 points. Heavens, that's level 5 difficulty!"

Now, five flywheels had appeared in Allen's eyes at the same time. Finally, this difficulty had exceeded the limit he could achieve. After successfully shooting down two flywheels, he was finally hit to his left chest in the third wave of flywheel attacks, and the training ended with the Wisdom Brain Notification.

After taking off his helmet, Alan saw Tessa. The woman hugged him excitedly and buried Alan in the almost suffocating peaks. Alan struggled to free himself, only to find that there were people standing outside the training area. Most of them applauded for the points he had scored. As for the teenagers, they cast hostile gazes at Allen, so Allen knew that these people were crossed off his list of alliances.

"Well done, you actually broke this miss' record!" An arrogant voice rang out, and the crowd separated. A girl about Alan's age walked in with large strides.

Behind her, there were four or five teenage girls.

The girl had long sunny golden hair, tied into a ponytail, and jumped restlessly behind her head with her steps, like a blazing flame! Her facial features were as exquisite as a picture, and her eyebrows were filled with a flourishing aura. Her pair of rare dark green eyes reflected Allen's figure like a fine green agate. She circled around Allen twice, knocking Tessa away "accidentally". Suddenly, she reached out to put her hand on Allen's shoulder and said, "I like you. Come on, be my subordinate!"

Behind the girl, the youths turned their faces away with obvious smiles on their faces. Ellen could not laugh at all. Admittedly, this girl was very beautiful. She also had an aura that Alan liked, and that aura was tall and distant, just like the distant mountains and forests.

However, this girl was too arrogant, almost arrogant. Alan used two fingers to pick up her small hand on his shoulder and said indifferently, "I refuse."

"Why?" The girl revealed a surprised expression.

"I don't want to be anyone's subordinate, especially a woman."