Start By Parsing The Sun

Chapter 148: [147] Really Want to Beat Up Cheng Han

Outside the city.

Vice Colonel Tiefeng of the Black Armor Army suddenly changed his calm demeanor and began to rant incessantly.

"In my opinion, the new recruit reporting system of the Black Armor Army is an outdated thing. It was like this a hundred years ago, and it's still the same a hundred years later."

Cheng Han's gaze seemed a bit unfocused.

He seemed to be listening very attentively, but his thoughts were actually drifting elsewhere.

"Never mind, I don't want to hide it from you anymore!"

Tiefeng put on a helpless look of "this is the rule, don't blame me."

"According to the reporting system, I must first take you to a secluded place outside the city, then use the excuse of going to the bathroom to slip away."

"After half a day, when you can't find anyone, you will start searching everywhere, and then you will find a sheepskin map that marks three locations."

"Among them, only one location is the real Black Mountain Camp, and the other two are fake locations. You can only find your way there alone to complete the reporting process."

Cheng Han nodded lightly, "Thank you for taking care of me, Colonel Tiefeng."

He knew very well that leaving the new recruits in the wilderness to fend for themselves was a somewhat unethical practice and would easily earn the resentment of the new recruits.

Tiefeng didn't want to leave any grudges in his heart, so he deliberately leaked the information while pretending to be helpless.

In short, this guy was also a cunning fox.

"Smack!"

Tiefeng slapped his thigh and continued to complain, "Old buddy, I think this outdated gameplay should have been abolished long ago."

"But the soldiers of the Black Mountain Camp have all been tricked by the reporting system. These guys are not good people. They have suffered a lot and hope that the new recruits will also suffer."

He sighed, "Cheng Han, you should understand this kind of despicable mentality."

Cheng Han responded with a "Hmm," "I understand, it's not about the quantity but the fairness."

Tiefeng praised, "Exactly! I didn't expect you to have such a deep understanding of human nature."

Cheng Han smiled shyly, "You flatter me."

In his heart, he silently complained: Actually, you are also one of these dark-minded people. You just don't want to offend me, so you put on this act. Do you think I can't see through it?

But life is like a play, all based on acting skills, and he chose not to expose it.

Tiefeng took out a package, "Inside is a sheepskin map and a magical tool. Every new recruit must tie it to their arm."

He emphasized, "This tool can locate your position and monitor the situation around you. In case of danger, the Black Armor Army can rescue you in time."

Cheng Han said, "Oh, I understand."

He knew very well that the main purpose of this tool was not to prevent danger, but to monitor.

Tiefeng sighed again, "It's my duty to leave now. You'll have to rely on yourself for the rest of the journey."

After saying that, he simply patted his butt and left the new recruit outside the city.

Cheng Han looked at his back and muttered to himself, "No wonder the Black Armor Army is full of cunning people. They have been tricked since the moment they reported. It's really hard not to be perverted."

He opened the package and glanced at the sheepskin map, his mouth twitching.

The lines outlined on it could be described as "sloppy," as if they were drawn by a child at random.

Due to the map being too old, many locations appeared blurry and unclear.

And this is called a map?

This is going too far!

It took him quite a while to determine the location of Qinglin City and the three marked points.

The other so-called "magical tool" was a crescent-shaped metal plate, which felt quite heavy in his hand and was engraved with many mysterious patterns.

With Cheng Han's extraordinary knowledge accumulated so far, he could easily determine the specific function of this thing with just a few glances.

It was just as he had expected.

This is a comprehensive monitoring tool.

"These mysterious patterns represent the 'eavesdropping' function. This part should have a 'positioning' function, and another part must be the 'imaging' function.

"But the imaging seems quite basic, I estimate there are a lot of mosaic effects, it deserves a negative review.

"The remaining mysterious patterns represent the transmission function, the distance should not exceed twenty kilometers."

Cheng Han slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "In that case, there must be a group of Black Armor Army personnel monitoring me nearby."

He shook his head slightly and commented: "This thing has some reference value, but it's not that significant."

Cheng Han stared at the magical tool and silently recited: "Analyze! Complete the Secret Sphere's residual imprint."

The monitoring function of this thing somewhat matches the "Dark Spirit Secret Puppet" of the residual imprint, so it can be slightly supplemented.

A chill arose.

Mental value decreased slightly.

Within the Sea of Consciousness.

The light cluster expanded, the core light thread grew a little, and then subsided.

The feedback came quickly.

"Secret Sphere's residual imprint, completeness 72.24%."

"Proficiency +34, current proficiency is 6863/30000, mental value is 83.3/87.2."

The completeness of the residual imprint only increased by 0.32%;

The upper limit of mental value increased by 0.2 points.

Cheng Han pulled the corner of his mouth: "It's really just a mosquito's leg."

The All-Knowing Eye also revealed the name of this thing - Lingxuan Eye.

Cheng Han stared at the black crystal embedded in the magical tool and deliberately muttered: "Could this fingernail-sized thing be the rumored 'Mysterious Crystal'?"

He touched it with his hand and made a few clicking sounds: "If I were to pry it off and sell it, I wonder how many gold coins I could get."

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Over ten kilometers.

Inside a snowy forest.

"...I wonder how many gold coins I could get."

A hoarse voice came from a wooden box.

Several people wearing white snow suits looked at each other when they heard this sentence.

After a few seconds.

One of them suddenly laughed: "After so many years of monitoring work, this is the first time I've encountered such an interesting newcomer."

The others nodded in agreement.

"The other newcomers are afraid of damaging the Lingxuan Eye, so they carefully put away the magical tools."

"This guy named Cheng Han actually wants to dismantle and sell the Mysterious Crystal, he's really bold."

An employee asked, "Boss, should we continue monitoring for five minutes every half an hour like before?"

The person called "Boss" was a middle-aged man with a small beard.

He thought for a moment and said, "Cheng Han is a newcomer that the higher-ups are paying special attention to, so let's monitor for... hmm, fifteen minutes every half an hour."

"If he really has an accident, the Second Battle Group will definitely cause trouble for us, so it's better to be cautious."

"Understood!"

Five minutes later.

An employee exclaimed, "This guy is running so fast, it's only been three minutes and he has already moved about five kilometers."

The man with the small beard was surprised, "Is Cheng Han using the Denge-style to travel?"

(Note: The translation assumes that "Denge-style" refers to a specific method or technique of travel, but the exact meaning is unclear without further context.)

The employee nodded and said, "It should be."

Little Beard ordered, "Open the 'Spirit Shadow Artifact' and take a look at Cheng Han's situation."

Soon.

The artifact was activated.

A blurry image was projected onto the surface of an ice sheet.

In sight, a figure was riding a skateboard, swiftly gliding through the boundless snowfield.

The figure held a wooden stick in their right hand, and with each forceful poke into the snow, they could slide a long distance.

It seemed simple.

But in reality, it was not.

Because this was not a flat ground, there were numerous obstacles in the wilderness.

Yet the figure displayed extraordinary agility, maneuvering left and right in the snow, occasionally leaping a distance.

Several times, if their reaction had been 0.1 seconds slower, the skateboard would have definitely collided with an obstacle, but the figure perfectly avoided them.

The group of monitors were all dumbfounded.

At this moment.

Another employee reminded, "Boss, in another two minutes, Cheng Han will be out of the monitoring range."

Little Beard quickly commanded, "Chase!"

The group quickly packed up their belongings, put on specialized skateboards on their boots, and began to chase the target.

However.

Their chasing speed was clearly much slower than the target.

Five minutes later.

As expected, the target went out of the monitoring range.

Only the positioning function was still in effect.

Little Beard became anxious, "Speed up!"

In their decades of training, they had never lost a target.

If such a thing were to spread, not only would they become a laughingstock, but they would also face consequences.

Unfortunately, in this environment, it was not easy to travel fast.

One minute later.

"Crackle!"

They heard the sound of branches rubbing against each other.

An employee couldn't dodge in time and crashed into a patch of bushy snow-covered trees.

The others quickly came to help.

This delay caused the entire team to be left behind by five kilometers.

Until half an hour later.

The target finally stopped.

By this time, the team was already thirty-five kilometers behind, twenty kilometers beyond the monitoring range.

Twenty more minutes passed.

The group hurriedly caught up, finally entering the monitoring range.

Little Beard saw the image of the target and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But.

Just as they had rested for a minute, he immediately heard bad news, "Boss, the target has started moving quickly again."

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Chase!"

In the following period of time.

The above situation repeated three times in a row.

Every time the team caught up with the target, the target would slip away again, leaving the group exhausted.

An employee couldn't help but complain, "Boss, this new guy is really difficult to deal with."

Little Beard agreed deeply.

In his over twenty years of "work," it was the first time he had encountered such a slippery newcomer.

Another employee speculated, "Boss, could Cheng Han have guessed that there are monitoring personnel and deliberately played with us?"

Little Beard thought for a moment and shook his head, "Impossible! He is just a newcomer, how could he know the range of the monitoring?"

He paused and concluded, "It's just a coincidence."

The others didn't say anything more.

After a while.

Little Beard felt that the target had stayed for a bit too long and ordered, "Open the Spirit Shadow Artifact and see what the target is doing!"

"Yes!"

Soon.

The image appeared.

The displayed scene showed several large rocks, and in the center, a bonfire was lit.

A figure was skewering a rabbit with a wooden stick and leisurely roasting it.

Although the picture was not very clear, it could still be recognized that the grilling skills seemed quite good. The rabbit was roasted to a golden color, dripping with oil, and looked very tempting.

"Gurgle!"

An employee couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Another employee asked, "Wasn't the target empty-handed? Where did this rabbit come from?"

Someone immediately answered, "It should be caught by him during the time he disappeared in the wilderness."

This was the most likely answer.

It was currently the winter season, and all the rabbits were hibernating in their burrows. Yet the target was able to catch a rabbit, which was quite impressive.

Another employee directly praised, "Impressive."

Little Beard fell silent for a moment, waved his hand, and said, "I guess everyone must be hungry, let's eat some dry rations."

The group silently took out their food and started eating lunch.

Everyone looked at the roasted rabbit in the image, then looked at the hard and tasteless dry rations in their hands, each feeling a different taste in their hearts.

The target was enjoying the delicious roasted rabbit while leisurely traveling in the wilderness.

Meanwhile, we were panting and exhausted, eating such unappetizing dry rations.

Who the hell is this person for real?

"Sigh!"

An employee sighed, "I really want to rush over and beat the target up."

The group nodded in agreement.

This was their shared thought.

In previous monitoring missions, watching newcomers being tormented and ending up in a sorry state, unable to eat or sleep well, was their greatest pleasure.

But today, it was their turn to be tormented, and everyone felt particularly unfair.

Especially since the other party could actually eat grilled meat.

This is simply unreasonable!

(End of this chapter)