Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1605: Chapter 859: Taboo Prophecy_3

At this moment, someone in the living room suddenly asked, ”What’s happening in the Inner World now?”

”Recently, the Roosevelt Kingdom has gone to war against the Giant Dynasty. A few of us are following a Black Water City Troop to the front lines,” the Time Traveler responded.

”Eh, won’t it be dangerous to go to war?” a student asked.

”No,” the Time Traveler laughed, ”Our troop is very special. We’re in charge of investigating incidents, not fighting. Plus, even the Royal Family members are here, so how could it be dangerous?”

”By the way, how’s the White Light Person you mentioned before?”

”The White Light Person is outdated now. The most famous in the Inner World is Marquis Bolton, this Marquis is truly amazing...”

Qing Chen turned off the phone, closed his eyes, adjusted the breathing rhythm of the God of Thunder, and entered sleep.

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It was dawn, and Qing Chen got up on time and headed to the dining hall.

The person in charge of the training base, Alice, was frying eggs. She smiled at Qing Chen: ”I heard you didn’t join their late-night chat last night. Are you not interested in Time Traveler stuff?”

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, ”I’m here to train, not to make friends.”

Alice paused, then laughed, ”It’s rare to see such straightforward Asians like you.”

Qing Chen fried his own eggs, toasted slices of bread, and mixed a vegetable salad.

Alice suddenly noticed that this student even used a slice of bread to wipe the salad dressing off the plate and then ate it.

After eating, the plate was so clean it looked like it had never been used.

The meticulous way he ate was astonishing.

”Tager, do you always eat like this?” Alice asked curiously.

”No,” Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, ”It was after experiencing something unforgettable that I became like this.”

”What did you experience?” Alice was a bit puzzled, ”Was it some hiking trip where you got stranded in the mountains and began to cherish food after experiencing scarcity?”

Qing Chen smiled and explained, ”Someone once gave their food to me, giving up their own hope of survival. I just want to remind myself to cherish the time I’m alive, because that was their last hope in life.”

Alice asked, ”Since you cherish the time alive, why come to learn wing suit flying? The mortality rate of wing suit flying is very high, even for seasoned veterans. If you cherish life, you shouldn’t have come here.”

Qing Chen shook his head, ”Cherishing life doesn’t mean living a cowardly life. If you can’t live fully and intensely, there’s no difference from being dead. I’m done eating, take your time eating.”

Alice watched Qing Chen’s departing figure in silence, feeling that this student was somewhat special.

Training began.

But unlike the imagined freedom of soaring through the mountains in a flying squirrel suit, Qing Chen had to learn the most basic parachuting knowledge: parachuting procedure, gear theory, how to accelerate, how to steer, how to do a front flip, backflip, and side flip.

Wing suit flying is actually a branch of parachuting training.

Because, after wing suit flying, you need parachuting to land. If you can’t parachute, you’ll face-plant.

Having a C-Class parachuting certificate issued by USPA is required to start real wing suit flying training, with certificates divided into levels A, B, C, D.

A-Class requires more than 25 jumps, at this point, you can skydive independently, without a coach.

B-Class requires more than 50 jumps, at this point, you can jump from a hot air balloon.

C-Class requires more than 200 jumps, at this point, you can participate in group performances as a third-party photographer.

D-Class requires more than 500 jumps, at which point you can apply for a coaching position.

Of course, coaches are also divided into professionals and ordinary ones. For instance, Sorel, in this base, has jumped over 13,000 times, while the remaining coaches, including Alice, have jumped over 3000 times.

There are two students in this training base who have skydived over 1000 times, and several others who’ve done more than 200 jumps; they can skip the parachuting training.

The other students all have skydiving licenses.

Qing Chen, who had never skydived before, was the only one directly learning wing suit flying.

Qing Chen had nothing, but Qing Chen had money.

So when other students were learning wing suit flying theory under the guidance of the other two coaches, Sorel, this professional, taught Qing Chen one-on-one from scratch on how to skydive.

Some of the other students wondered why Sorel spent time on a newbie, but Alice patiently explained to them that Qing Chen had purchased all of Sorel’s courses...

About 2 million US Dollars.

Sorel was initially worried that a wealthy person like Qing Chen would be impatient, but he found that Qing Chen wasn’t in a hurry at all. He mastered every step before moving on to the next.

Furthermore, this was probably the most serious student he had ever seen. He had theoretical knowledge down pat, packed parachutes with meticulousness, and each movement was as standard as a textbook.

He didn’t interact with other students, only focusing on studying.

During the seven-day learning process, Qing Chen’s interaction with other students was still limited to greeting each other.

All the students knew that an aloof and wealthy Asian had joined this training base.

Alice privately approached Sorel: ”What do you think of this student?”

Sorel pondered while holding a coffee: ”I’ve seen such people in other fields before. They clearly know what they need and know how to do it to achieve their goals. Such people are the most successful in their respective fields, but I’m not sure what kind of experiences have shaped their personalities. Perhaps they might encounter temporary difficulties, but success is inevitable for them.”

On the seventh night, Qing Chen lay silently on his bed, adjusting his breathing, waiting for the countdown.

The learning life in the Outer World was a slow-paced adjustment for him, allowing him to not always be on edge.

But life cannot always be so slow.

Qing Chen raised his arm to glance at the countdown, zero.

The world plunged into darkness, then lit up again.

The giants in front were still chattering about something, and in the distance, new giants were running over, joining the group of spectators of the ”friend from the great prophecy.”

They even repeatedly requested Qing Chen to sign their arms with his Bone Saber.

Qing Chen crouched on the ground, drawing with a stick, explaining something to Ka-cha, until he confirmed that Ka-cha understood his plan and finally felt at ease.

Ka-cha led his tribe away and encountered friends from the Thunder Tribe along the way, immediately gesticulating about meeting Qing Chen.

Hey-hey-hey asked Ka-cha in confusion, ”Hey-hey-hey?”

(Didn’t that great friend tell us to inform other tribe members to keep it secret?)

Ka-cha responded, ”Ka-cha!”

(Only if they know the secret can they keep it a secret.)

Hey-hey-hey was stunned; this logic seemed quite solid. No wonder Ka-cha became a leader of the Pioneer Corps, and he did not.

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The military force from Black Water City arrived sooner than expected.

By the next morning, the sound of track vehicles came from behind the Third Division, and Qing Chen stood up from beside the campfire, only to see hundreds of track vehicles speeding towards them like fortresses.

The flag fluttering on one of the track vehicles bore the emblem of the Drama Master’s scepter, similarly representing the arrival of the Royal Family.

After the Royal Family’s emissary disembarked, they awarded merits to those who defended against the giant invasion, with Qing Chen finally becoming a citizen.

After exchanging pleasantries with Bolton, the emissary returned to the vehicle and was not seen again.

It was a bit odd.

Qing Chen noticed that after this troop arrived at the Third Division Residence, no one from the 17 track vehicles had any intention of disembarking.

Those people remained hidden, as if quietly waiting for something.

It was at this moment that a crack appeared in the distant earth, like lightning swiftly approaching the Third Division’s Residence.

Caught off guard, hundreds of soldiers from the Third Division fell into the abyss!

Identical to the abyss at Outpost No. 9, and at the same time, the doors of those track vehicles finally opened. Qing Chen saw an old man draped in a black robe, calmly stepping out of the vehicle.

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Another Chapter before midnight