Chapter 109 Virtual Reality

"Virtual reality?" Mo Qiong secretly cursed.

"As a young person, you should understand, right? Through nerve sensing, various senses are directly transmitted to the brain, so that you don't need to really see, hear, or touch, but you can also have vision, hearing, and touch..." Dr. Sang said.

Mo Qiong was surprised and said, "Is technology so advanced?"

Dr. Sang laughed in his old voice, and then said, "Many technologies are not for civilian use. On the one hand, the cost of this technology is too high. On the other hand, technology for the public should be updated step by step, and cannot be popularized explosively."

"Take the picture you are seeing now, for example, did you think David was next door at first?"

"The latest graphics card for computers is actually more than ten years older than that for civilian graphics cards. This so-called ten years is not the time for research and development, which only takes three years. But the progress of these three years has to be divided into more than ten generations and released to the society..."

Mo Qiong raised his eyebrows and said, "Obviously, there is the latest one, but it has to be divided into several generations with small performance improvements, and it takes more than ten years to sell..."

Black, graphics card manufacturers are really black.

Dr. Sang seemed to see what he was thinking and smiled, "The latest one is out, hundreds of thousands each, will you buy it? Technological development cannot stop, but society needs time to adapt. Well, the world economy has countless people to worry about, now you just need to answer whether you are willing to accept the test of virtual reality."

Mo Qiong kept smiling, how could he have any mental resistance?

No, to be honest, his use of dream breaking is indeed mental resistance.

This belongs to the multifaceted aspect of the absolute hit feature. Dream breaking is a kind of mental resistance.

However, virtual reality is not like dreaming.

Dreaming is not knowing that you are dreaming, so when you breathe, you directly use real matter to impact and collapse the dream.

And in virtual reality, his consciousness should be clear, so he can control whether the feature breaks it or not.

As long as you think about setting the target on another world or yourself when breathing, you can experience virtual reality.

"How to do it?"

Mo Qiong thought, but he had already agreed.

He always has to do it. If he doesn't do it, these people will only remain suspicious and monitor him.

Instead of doing that, it's better to give it a try.

Soon, the man in the white coat pushed in a small cart with a complicated device. The device had many connecting wires close to his neck and waist.

"Relax and face it with a normal mind. This technology is very mature and has no harm to the human body." Dr. Sang said.

"What will I feel? Is it a game? Or something else?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Games can't do it yet, AI technology is not good enough, and you can't even interact. It can probably be regarded as a tour. Where do you want to go? You can choose a place you haven't been to..." Dr. Sang said.

Mo Qiong thought, so that's it, a real-life movie?

So he said casually: "Mars."

"..." Dr. Sang was silent for two seconds before saying: "We only have materials on Earth."

Mo Qiong said, "Oh," and then said: "Jingjue Ancient City."

"..." Dr. Sang paused again and said: "Imaginary places are not okay."

"Then Pompeii..." Before Mo Qiong finished speaking, Dr. Sang immediately said: "It must be a place where modern Earth can collect environmental materials..."

"Okay... White House." Mo Qiong said.

Dr. Sang said with a smile: "Can't you choose a more ordinary place?"

"You let me choose, I thought anywhere would be fine... How about Antarctica?" Mo Qiong said.

"Sure, just close your eyes."

Mo Qiong quickly closed his eyes, and then he felt a gust of cold wind, freezing cold.

He opened his eyes and found that he was in front of a world covered with ice and snow, with howling winds, gloomy sky, and no sun.

Not far away, there were a black mass of penguins standing together, with their butts facing him to keep each other warm.

"It's so cold..." Mo Qiong shivered with cold, squatting in place and didn't want to do anything.

About a minute later, when he blinked again, he was back in the room, still sitting on the chair.

Only the bone-chilling cold remained in his body, slowly fading.

"How...how is it?" Mo Qiong asked, rubbing his body.

He didn't break this illusion. When he said something about Mars before, he had thought it through: don't deliberately pretend.

He broke the dream because he didn't know he was dreaming, so he broke it unintentionally.

In this case, when testing, the ability to control is still the ability to control.

Let the dream breaking become his inexplicable passive, a feature that only targets dreams with unconscious consciousness.

A virtual reality, why break it? This will only make his abnormal influence wider.

He has figured out the nature of the Blue and White Society. The more normal he is in most cases and the more controllable he appears, the more the Blue and White Society will treat him as a normal person.

Even if it can't be explained, it doesn't matter, because the containment is inexplicable. Who can explain why David was born without sleep? The Blue and White Society must have tried to understand it, but they must have not studied it.

Just passively breaking dreams means that he is a normal person most of the time, and only has the mental resistance effect under certain circumstances.

Regardless of whether he is hiding something, the Blue and White Society will treat him well in this case, because he has not caused any harm, and his personality has no violent tendencies.

Although this was used by Mo Qiong, he was very grateful that order was king in this organization.

"We stopped the test. Although the reality of the cold has been lowered, continuing it is equivalent to pain simulation and willpower training... Mo Qiong, are you willing to accept the real pain simulation?" Dr. Sang asked.

Mo Qiong was stunned: "Real pain simulation?"

"Yes, I haven't found your mental resistance yet. Maybe your sense of crisis is not enough. After all, deep diving nightmares are very painful." Dr. Sang said.

"Are you going to simulate the torture of infinite suffocation and super water pressure?" Mo Qiong said.

"No, the level of deep diving nightmares is too intense. The level I mean is probably the level of primary training in the regular willpower training of our members. If this level cannot stimulate your mental resistance, there is no need to test a higher level, because the primary training level is already comparable to most of the crisis pressure in reality." Dr. Sang said.

Mo Qiong took a deep breath and said, "Then come on, I have experienced deep diving nightmares, why am I afraid of this?"

"You can think about it again, because this time we will create a sense of despair. If your will is weak, you may develop mental illness, but... we have professional psychological counseling..." Dr. Sang said.

"Despair? This is your member training program, right? I want to try it." Mo Qiong said seriously, he really wanted to know the training program to cultivate the will of members.

"Okay, you close your eyes, it will start in about three seconds." Dr. Sang said.

Mo Qiong heard this and closed his eyes again.

He counted three seconds silently, and suddenly felt a burst of weakness...

It was a kind of extremely weak and sleepy weakness.

Then, he felt a cold clamp clamping his tail... It hurts...

"Tail? How can I have a tail?"

Mo Qiong was definitely not wrong. Whether there is a tail or not can be felt. When a person really has a tail and the tail is being pulled, he can deeply feel the feeling of the tail being pulled.

He forced his eyes open and was surprised to find that he was being held up by a big hand with a clamp by the tail, hanging upside down in the air.

That was a person, an uncle who was smiling and holding his tail and sliding him over a large plastic box.

"I am... a mouse?" Mo Qiong stared at his little eyes, and could see his pink body.

It was pink and tender, without even hair, and even slightly translucent to see the meridians in the skin.

His body curled up, and he couldn't even stretch his limbs. He was a fetal mouse that had just been born.

Pain, only pain, whether it was the cool breeze blowing through the thin skin or the rough clamp hurting him, he could only passively endure it.

"Hua La."

The uncle opened the plastic box and clamped him to reach in.

"Am I a pet mouse? Is this the nest he prepared for me? I want to nest with a group of mice?" Mo Qiong thought.

But he soon found that the so-called regular willpower training of members was beyond his expectations.

"It's time to eat, Xiao Hei." The uncle smiled.

Mo Qiong felt the pliers open and fell directly into a place full of sand. The rough sand made his pink skin covered with bruises.

Then a cold feeling came over him, and he was horrified to see that a big snake was entwined not far away, spitting out its tongue to feel whether there was anything extra in the environment.

"Grass, grass, grass..." Mo Qiong looked at the hungry snake and felt an unprecedented sense of fear enveloping him.

However, he couldn't even move, let alone stand up, even lying down couldn't do it.

He was just a fetus, a being born to feed snakes.

He was extremely fragile and tried his best, but he could only twist slightly, but this twist only showed that he was a living thing.

"Squeak..." The big snake seemed to notice him, slid and hit the plastic board, and then slid along the plastic board.

Mo Qiong was so weak that he couldn't even turn over. When the snake's head was behind him, he couldn't even look back, and could only tremble.

How helpless a newborn rat is when facing a cold-blooded snake.

Run? No way. He was awesome for turning over.

Mo Qiong, who was desperate to the extreme, knew that this was a virtual reality, so he could constantly destroy the atmosphere of fear and keep his sanity.

But the fear that the snake would pounce on him and swallow him up at any time was still lingering.

To end it all, he only needed to break this illusion, but Mo Qiong held back. He was determined to be tough. It was his own choice.

"Fuck you, bite me!" Mo Qiong waited for a long time, but he didn't get the snake's kiss.

And he could only see the snake's tail, but not the snake's head, and he had no idea when the cold result would pounce on him.

Just when he was worried in this desperate atmosphere, the uncle became impatient and cursed: "Are you blind? How can you not find it right here? Eat it quickly."

Mo Qiong was stunned, secretly cursing that the snake was blind. His body temperature was very close to the environment. Unless the snake's tongue touched him, it would be difficult for the snake to find him.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a snake sliding past from the other side. Its cold scales rubbed against his back, but it didn't notice him.

This stupid snake circled along the edge of the box, and no one knew what it was looking for.

"The domesticated snake is..." Before Mo Qiong finished thinking, he felt a sharp pain, and then the world turned upside down.

The uncle used a clamp to poke him, forcing him to turn several times, rubbing many stones and hitting the face of the big snake.

"Ugh!" The string in Mo Qiong's heart was instantly stretched to the limit.

"Gah..." Seeing the snake bite him with a lightning-fast posture, the fear instantly soared to the extreme, but he could do nothing but tremble wildly.

As soon as the snake's mouth sucked, he fell into the fishy abyss, and his body was squeezed and crushed.

Everything happened in a flash.

In another blink of an eye, he jumped up from the chair, sweating all over.

"Damn..." The coldness and pain were still surging in his body.

He was not afraid of snakes, but when he became a fetal mouse, he looked at the world from a different perspective. When he was a human, he never thought that snakes were so cold and disgusting.

There was also the fear of being picked up and sent to the snake's mouth, as well as his own powerlessness. The despair created during the whole process was something he could never experience when he was a human.

Touching his body, Mo Qiong sat back in the chair and tried to calm himself down.

At this moment, he felt extremely safe, which was the happiness of being born as a human being.

"Are you okay?" Dr. Sang asked.

"Is this your willpower training? It's really...desperate enough..." Mo Qiong whispered.

Dr. Sang said: "Facing a truly terrible containment object, it will only be more desperate than this. Overcoming fear, not succumbing to powerlessness, and maintaining fighting spirit at the most desperate moment are compulsory courses for members."

"This is still the primary level? What about the higher level?" Mo Qiong asked.

"You can actually still speak normally. In fact, I wanted to end it early several times, but I found that you haven't reached the limit... Most members will be mentally shadowed after facing willpower training for the first time, and their performance will not be better than yours. Your willpower is first-class." Dr. Sang sighed.

"Really...I don't want to do anything now, I just want to bask in the sun..." Mo Qiong said the truth.

Dr. Sang said: "Okay, in fact, I am not going to continue. Your mental resistance will not be aroused even under the pressure of crisis. Maybe it is related to whether you are awake or not."

"Let's talk about it later. I still have a lot of work to do. You can follow my assistant to make a record and then you can leave."

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P.S.: Sorry, the next step is containment failure.