Insects are very tiny and their lives are short. Simon grew up quickly by eating and sleeping every day, and eating again after waking up.
Due to his lack of knowledge of entomology and the blurred and artistic treatment of insect characteristics in the game, Simon did not quite understand what kind of insect his prototype of the maintenance insect was. However, as the genetic information deep in his genes was released bit by bit, he also understood that he would not spin a cocoon and pupate, but would only grow normally. The shell would also be fixed and hardened when it grew to a certain size, which was the innate size threshold of the maintenance insect.
In between sleeping and eating, Simon slowly learned the insect language.
As a very personalized language, insect language is not a real bridge of communication. It is just a set of dirty talk belonging to each insect species and each insect. The real information is transmitted through pheromones. Insect language reflects the race, personality and mood of the speaker.
The voice of the maintenance bug that has been taking care of Simon is clear, sweet, short and powerful, reflecting its optimistic and kind character.
Simon's voice is calm and gentle, but simpler than those giant bugs in the game. There is no dragging of sounds and no ambiguous syllables. He sounds like a calm and peaceful boy next door.
The insect world is underground, and timing is a big problem. Simon also asked the maintenance insect about the timing problem, but the result was, there was no result.
There's no timekeeping here. Different bugs' subjective experience of the passage of time varies greatly, so there's no unified time standard. It's said that during the White King's reign, in order to coordinate work, they used racial traits to assign specific tasks. Those who were time-sensitive were assigned flexible tasks, while those who weren't were assigned repetitive tasks. This was a good solution.
Simon now understood why he couldn't find a timing tool after walking through the entire map of the game.
After thoroughly learning the insect language, the maintenance insect suddenly became enthusiastic and began to urge Simon to learn the insect language. The insect language is a truly unified language that can be used to record information.
Intelligent insect species are all advanced life forms in the game. Learning characters is the first step to learning knowledge, and knowledge is the cornerstone of civilization and wisdom inheritance.
It is said that if several generations of insects do not learn knowledge, they will gradually degenerate into lower organisms.
The maintenance bug's own knowledge was taught by his predecessors, and now he wants to pass on all these treasures.
Simon was forced to reduce his sleep, but fortunately he learned quickly and made good progress. It would probably not take long for him to fully master this foreign language.
The maintenance bug wrote his name for Simon to see: Nati, which was the name given to him by his elders.
Nati planned to take Simon to a gathering of repair bugs soon. There, respected elders would name the younger members of the tribe and teach them about repair techniques. Nati hadn't attended a gathering in a while, and he longed to find a beautiful repair bug girl to live with, work with, help each other, and contribute to the growth of the tribe.
Nati, who is reserved and introverted, often immerses himself in his own world and is often distracted. At this time, Simon will silently return to bed and continue sleeping.
Insects also have growth cycles. By analogy, the maintenance insect Nati is already a young man, while Simon is still a child.
It is normal for young people to have some growing pains, especially for a homebody like Nati. Once he starts to daydream, his whole body becomes filled with beauty, but he also becomes anxious and worried from time to time, and acts in a frightened manner.
After observing a few times, Simon lost interest in the little troubles of the young Chongnati.
The long-term fighting in the dream battlefield has gradually yielded results.
Fighting techniques are the summary and generalization of combat, and the distillation of routines that can effectively subdue the enemy and ensure one's own safety can be called martial arts.
This is Simon's personal opinion. His current understanding of swordsmanship is still at a superficial level of technical exploration and has not yet risen to the level of Tao.
Simon is very pragmatic and works hard to hone his skills.
In different games, enemies have a fixed amount of health and need to be attacked repeatedly to be killed. The reality is that as long as you use the right techniques, you can kill them in one shot.
The fighters in the dream arena have no physical limits, so they can launch attacks tirelessly. In the high-frequency battles, all of Simon's consciousness has become accustomed to fighting, turning fighting into instinct. He has no fear of fighting and is even full of desire for it.
Simon now has the courage of a warrior. He can call himself a swordsman because he has the courage to draw his sword when facing a strong enemy.
After the first phase of training yielded results, Simon began to practice at a deeper level.
Cylinders full of holes rose from the ground of the arena like a forest, and a large number of attack balls were ejected from the holes. There were three types of these attack balls: one was an ordinary white ball with a fast speed, which would injure the player if hit; one was an orange explosive ball with a slow speed, which would kill the player if hit; and the other was a black slime ball, which would release slime when it exploded, affecting the player's movement.
In such a harsh environment, fighters not only have to attack each other, but also need to judge the attack balls that come from all directions at any time, and decide whether to dodge, bounce off, or hold on.
The difficulty of the second phase of training was raised to an unreasonable level from the very beginning. A large number of fighters were killed by the attack balls before they could even react, let alone fight each other.
Only a few individuals with perfect swordsmanship could barely protect themselves.
The general consciousness sits on a high throne, calmly observing all the fighters, feeling their thoughts, feeling their emotions, anger, worry, fanaticism. The entire arena is immersed in the frenzy of battle. Only the winner can escape, and the loser will sink forever.
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Simon was awakened by Nati and continued to learn the insect language.
When he felt hungry during class, he ate some meat of small reptiles and took a rest. Then Nati went out to check the road conditions under his jurisdiction.
Nati closed the door tightly before leaving.
Simon was repeatedly told to stay put, not to mess around with things in the room, and to go to sleep.
How could it not move around?
As soon as Nati left, Simon jumped off the bed and began to look through Nati's notes.
The notes record some maintenance knowledge, which mentions that maintenance bugs can secrete a solution that can soften metal for welding.
Simon did have this feeling. There was a cyst developing in his body, but it was not yet complete and could not secrete fluid.
In addition to the notes, Simon knew that Nati also had a private diary, which was originally placed on the table openly. Later, after Simon began to learn the insect language, Nati secretly put the diary away.
A diary is called a diary, but in fact it should be a record of events. There is no date in it, only the text.
Simon didn't bother to look. Nati was a straightforward person who couldn't hide his thoughts. If you wanted to know his happiness and distress, just look at his appearance and you would know.
While Nati was still here, Simon started exercising.
The main purpose is to practice jumping and exercise the strength of the lower limbs. As for swinging bone nails, it is still not possible. The smallest bone nail is too big for Simon now.
Over and over again, jumping around in a very boring way.
Simon understood that this was the first step towards greatness.
It's just too boring.