After finally surviving one more time, he is about to die by the sword of the Valkyrie?
Yang Ming felt that he needed to save himself.
He began to carefully review the recent memories of this body, trying to find some useful information for himself.
Unfortunately, Yang Ming found the Imperial Valkyrie Project in Hanton's memory and confirmed the existence of the Valkyrie.
Fortunately, Hanton's life in the past two years has been very monotonous, and it does not take much effort to read it through.
Hanton's recent memory can be summed up simply as:
a medal;
two mistresses;
Three wishes.
Yang Ming was very sleepy at the moment, so he simply fell asleep. When Yang Ming woke up again, he could open his eyes, but continued to close them and pretend to be asleep.
If you want to survive on this scientific research ship, you must play the role of a hero.
Only by surviving can Yang Ming figure out why he appeared in the world of "Abyss" and have the opportunity to explore the connection between the earth's explosion and this holographic game.
Let’s first take a look at Hanton’s three wishes:
First, I hope to be appreciated by Professor Kilgrove and get the opportunity to transform myself and become a powerful warrior.
Second, I hope that when I turn thirty, I can be transferred back to the First Star or other affluent and stable areas of the empire, and change my career to be a peace officer in a city with rich nightlife.
Third, I hope to marry an imperial noble. Only female nobles.
For these three wishes, Yang Ming, who took over this body, could only say sorry.
He can help fulfill the second wish, if there is a chance.
But drop the first and third wishes.
Leave normal people alone and take the initiative to become biochemical fascia monsters that are neither humans nor ghosts?
This is not an aesthetic that Yang Ming can accept at this stage.
Moreover, when Yang Ming played "Abyss", he spent half of his time hanging out in the imperial camp. Among the imperial noble NPCs he came into contact with, even the purest female noble had three or four lovers!
Marrying a noble woman... Do you want to evolve directly to the point where you can use photosynthesis to provide survival nutrients?
anyway.
This world is so real.
Yang Ming could breathe freely. When he opened his eyes just now, the edges of his vision were not distorted by the inevitable wide-angle distortion caused by holographic glasses.
What about the property board?
What about a property panel that allows you to view its own properties by clicking on it?
In the game "Abyss", the property board buttons that are retained in the simplest interactive interface can no longer be found at all.
Yang Ming felt that he was in a real world.
This understanding gradually became clear and firm.
After reading Hanton's three wishes, let's look at those... two mistresses.
Space travel is so lonely.
In this small and maze-like cabin, on this scientific research ship that is usually unable to return to its home port for more than half a year after leaving port, men and women with physiological needs are attracted to each other's biological factors, and some wonderful stories happen and they reproduce.
Ceremony rehearsal... This is absolutely normal.
Everyone is not surprised by these things. As long as the work is not delayed, there will be no trouble, and there is no need to worry about each other after leaving the spacecraft.
Yang Ming watched the short movie in the memory fragment for a while, and soon felt something strange in his body.
is sound.
This is pretty good.
He quickly sealed up this part of his memory to avoid uncontrollable physical phenomena.
As for 'a medal', that's much simpler.
Because Hanton has been working hard and has successfully completed several high-risk assignments, he recently received a "Bramble Flower" medal, which is equivalent to the little red flower in kindergarten.
At this point, Yang Ming fell into a long silence.
The earth exploded, and he was resurrected in the background world of the "Abyss" game, at least thirty years before the game was launched. He became the hard-working and lucky third officer of this scientific research ship.
But the existential crisis has not been resolved.
The Valkyrie's riot was like a dark cloud hanging over Yang Ming's head.
To stop the Valkyrie's riot?
Or should you find a chance to leave this research ship before that?
Yang Ming tried hard to analyze.
The first task now is to determine how much time is left before the Valkyrie launches a riot.
If there are still a few years until the rebellion breaks out, then he doesn't need to be too nervous. There are plenty of opportunities to escape from this vortex.
'Time is of the essence.'
Yang Ming did not continue to read Hanton's memory fragments. He decided to find a calendar himself; using this small self-set task as the beginning of his new life.
Always find a way to integrate into this familiar yet unfamiliar environment.
This scientific research ship is conducting shady and evil human experiments. In order to keep it confidential, no Internet terminals are allowed inside the scientific research ship, and no extra electronic items are allowed in everyone's work clothes.
'You can find the calendar when you return to your cabin.'
——A fairly decent novice guidance mission.
Yang Ming slowly sat up, still feeling slightly dizzy.
The reason why this body was injured was because it hit its head while working outside to repair the tail stabilizer of a scientific research ship. It must have suffered a concussion now.
Yang Ming looked down at the future body.
So strong!
Refers to the chest muscles.
The bulging chest muscles almost burst through the white vest, and the two thick thighs were stuffed with light blue military trousers, with beige leather boots on the side.
In fact, Hanton has a second-level combat mecha operator qualification certificate, graduated from a regular military academy, and participated in more than a dozen small battles.
Yang Ming bent down and put on his boots, looking at the narrow medical room filled with various instruments and cabinets, feeling the simulated gravity coming from the floor.
There is an oval window above the head, and outside the window is a gorgeous nebula.
He was dazed for a while.
It wasn't until the patter of footsteps came from behind the curtain next to him that Yang Ming came back to his senses and allowed his eyes to fade away from confusion.
A middle-aged female doctor with long pale blond hair opened the curtain.
She has facial features similar to those of a mixed race on earth, her facial features are relatively dignified, and her figure is very slender, but the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes can't be covered up.
Hanton was very familiar with the doctor.
Lina, the ship's doctor on this scientific research ship, is responsible for taking care of the health of hundreds of crew members and soldiers. She has a very gentle personality.
"How do you feel? Hanton?" Dr. Lina asked.
"It's not bad. Did I suffer from any disease?"
"You are healthy, but you can't do strenuous activities now, and you have to avoid collisions when walking."
Doctor Lina handed over a transparent bag with more than a dozen yellow capsules inside.
"Go back to your cabin and continue to rest. You have slept here long enough. If you have a headache and feel dizzy, take one pill. It can help you relieve yourself quickly."
"Thanks."
Yang Ming whispered.
He remembered something and did not continue talking to Lina.
It would be a bit abrupt to suddenly ask someone what year they are in the imperial calendar.
After successfully leaving the infirmary, Yang Ming walked with his head down in this corridor where only three people could walk side by side.
The corridor is almost endless, and every few meters you can see a narrow hatch. The peephole on the hatch has a biometric function. Inside is the single dormitory for senior crew members and officers.
Fortunately, although the third mate is a skilled laborer, he is also considered a senior crew member.
The infirmary was on the edge of the senior crew dormitory area. Yang Ming walked through two corners and arrived at the door of his dormitory. He had already calculated the background time when the "Abyss" server was launched.
Yang Ming is considered a hardcore player, and the galactic time conversion mechanism of "Abyss" has also been a hot topic among players.
When the game was launched, it was [Emperor New Calendar Year 753], and moving forward thirty years would be [New Calendar Year 723].
The description in the background of the copy is a bit vague. It just says that a riot occurred thirty years ago, and there is no specific year, month and day.
The biometric identification passed smoothly, and the iron door in front of me slowly opened, revealing the true appearance of the ten-square-meter dormitory.
It's quite neat, probably because women often come to spend the night.
Yang Ming closed the cabin door, went straight to the desk, grabbed the long electronic clock and started pressing the buttons. He could read the languages and numbers on it effortlessly.
Yang Ming was also belatedly aware that the language he had heard before was all the common language of the Galaxy, and there was no problem.
Oh, thank you Hanton.
Let me see how long it is until New Calendar 723...
He had already called up the calendar, squinted his eyes to observe, and then froze in place.