C10 Assassin Girl Fu Xinyi
Lin Luo was momentarily taken aback.
A wave of unexplainable familiarity washed over him the instant he laid eyes on the girl.
He was certain that she was the final member of the Dawn Society.
The Assassin Girl, Fu Xinyi.
Lin Luo had learned from Su Xiaoyu that both he and Fu Xinyi were well-known in the Logistics Department for their obsession with the War Net.
They were so engrossed in the War Net that they neglected their theory classes.
But while Lin Luo was a hidden academic prodigy, Fu Xinyi hadn't passed a single subject.
Seeing Fu Xinyi suddenly, Lin Luo felt a surge of panic.
Because he had lost all his memories.
If she exposed him as an imposter, it would be the end of him.
He needed to keep his cool.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Luo pushed down the anxiety bubbling within him.
He had to seize control of the situation.
The girl's face registered a flicker of surprise when she saw Lin Luo, and she spoke slowly, "You've arrived."
"Yes, I'm here," Lin Luo replied.
"But you're late," she continued.
"No, the timing is perfect," Lin Luo countered.
The girl yawned, "Well, carry on. I'm going to catch some sleep. I'll return tonight."
She walked past Lin Luo and departed.
Lin Luo stood there, utterly bewildered.
What just happened?
That was it.
Fu Xinyi's plight was somewhat more tragic than Lin Luo's. She was determined to become the empire's most formidable assassin.
Yet, she hadn't anticipated that the academy didn't even offer an assassin program.
In Star Glory City, a mere frontier town, the role of an assassin was hardly a chosen path.
The academy was reluctant to squander resources.
As a result, Fu Xinyi was the academy's sole assassin, coerced into joining the Logistics Department.
Truth be told, Fu Xinyi was quite talented.
Shaking his head, Lin Luo made his way into the War Net's training arena.
Spiritual Energy was the key to accessing the War Net, and Lin Luo had transformed all of his into chakura.
Despite their identical nature, he entered the War Net with ease.
The War Net could replicate authentic combat scenarios. If someone failed, they wouldn't actually die.
Lin Luo couldn't help but marvel.
This world was indeed wondrous, boasting such advanced technology.
Upon opening his profile, Lin Luo's ID flashed on the screen.
As he scrolled further, a sense of speechlessness washed over him.
ID: Fearless Expert.
Rank: Noob.
Record: 249 losses.
Such a dazzling record was shockingly impressive.
He was a mere one defeat away from the 250-loss milestone.
It was common knowledge that the War Net was exclusively accessible to students of the Empire's Psionic Academy.
Over the past year, Lin Luo had entered 249 battles.
Yet, he hadn't secured a single victory.
His Spiritual Energy growth was a meager 3, his reserves of Spiritual Energy were woefully inadequate, and he hadn't mastered any combat skills.
With such capabilities, victory on the War Net was an impossibility for him.
Surprisingly, no one had reported him.
That was indeed curious.
The moment Lin Luo's War Net ID became visible, a flood of messages poured in.
"Brother Fearless has arrived. Let's get ready!"
"Brother Fearless, you've finally shown up. You have to be in my next match. I've already suffered four consecutive losses today. My only hope for a win is you!"
"What makes you think you're worthy to challenge Brother Fearless? I'll go first!"
"A line of rookies, take your turn."
War Net participants were categorized into four ranks: rookie, beginner, elite, master.
These tiers closely aligned with the real-world classifications of Psionic Warriors: Class D, Class C, Class B, and Class A.
Beyond Class A were the esteemed ranks of Class S and Super Class S.
Reaching Class A status within the Psionic Academy marked students as exceptional prodigies.
Considering that the entire Noah Empire had fewer than a hundred Class S Psionic Warriors,
and a mere three Super Class S Psionic Warriors,
these individuals were the backbone of the Empire, battling valiantly in Alien Dimensions.
