"Mental Force Master: Controller Path – Basic 312 Forms?"Wei Wen's eyes gleamed as he read the system's notification.
He had come across the Mental Force Master Basic Manual before, but its content had always seemed cryptic and hard to grasp. Despite several attempts, his understanding never got him far. The techniques were too dry, too abstract.
But this Controller Path – Basic 312 Forms was different. It stood out immediately as the most accessible and straightforward training method for cultivating mental force he'd ever seen.
As Wei Wen focused, memories of the secret art began to surface in his mind—etched deeply into his consciousness.
These memories held hundreds of ancient diagrams, intricate rune patterns, and translated inscriptions excavated from ancient ruins. There were over three hundred cultivation poses and mental constructs embedded in this one technique alone.
Despite containing far more information than the Mental Force Master Basic Manual, the 312 Forms were far easier to understand and internalize.
Wei Wen began practicing it immediately. The moment he engaged with the technique, he understood its depth. It was vastly superior in refinement and detail compared to the so-called God Diagram that formed the core of the earlier manual.
That old method relied on repetition—visualizing the same crude mental construct again and again. The goal was simple: simulate control of multiple flying blades until the user improved. No theory, just endless repetition. Punch ten thousand times, and eventually the meaning reveals itself—that was the idea.
But the Controller Path – Basic 312 Forms was different. This was a technique shaped and perfected through countless trials by powerful mental force users over untold generations.
Even someone like Wei Wen—still new to the art—could feel his control over flying blades rise with astonishing speed. His precision, multitasking, and fluidity all improved in a matter of hours. It was like learning to run after stumbling through a crawl.
The leap in his progress shocked even him.
Meanwhile...
"What did you just say?"Inspector Wang stared at Yang Hui, dumbfounded.
He had just learned something absurd: Wei Wen had reached the fourth level of the Trial Tower—on his firstassessment.
That wasn't just rare. It was unheard of.
To put it in perspective, most advanced martial artists at the Planetary Level could barely push past the fourth floor, and they'd been cultivating for years.
Wei Wen? He was just 18. Barely two months into his training as a professional fighter.
This kind of leap... it changed everything.
Wang immediately entered the Virtual Network to verify.
"Trial Tower Score: 4.0."
The number blinked on his wristband display. It was real.
"A new trainee reaches Level 4 after just two months? This will rock the entire Elite Training Camp... hell, the entire Earth!"
And the better a trainee performed, the more resources they received from the camp. If Wei Wen kept this up, Wang would need to fight for him—secure the highest-level support available.
"As for Luo Feng..." Wang murmured, "He's doing well too. We'll give him the standard contract."
The Elite Training Camp had tiers of support and reward contracts, most tied to performance-based wagers. Luo Feng had signed one of those.
Wei Wen, on the other hand, hadn't signed anything. Yet here he was—breaking records.
Later that day, Inspector Wang called for an emergency round table meeting.
With Hong—the supreme leader of the Dojo of Limits—still in closed-door cultivation, decisions typically rested with the five regional Planetary-Level Inspectors spread across the globe.
They met in the Dojo's Virtual Conference Hall, a simulated space filled with ambient light and a massive circular table.
Wang sent out digital files summarizing Wei Wen and Luo Feng's results. The Inspectors quietly reviewed the data, frowns deepening, eyes narrowing.
"These two are the new recruits?" one finally asked.
"Let's talk about Wei Wen first," Wang said. "Today was his first day in the Elite Camp. He cleared the C-levelassessment on the third floor and reached Level 4 in the Trial Tower."
"But his power rating is only 4.9. His movement technique barely hits the Perfect tier, and his blade technique isn't anything special. How did he clear Level 4?"
"Did he cheat?" another Inspector asked.
"Impossible," Wang replied. "The Trial Tower is monitored directly by the Dojo's central AI, programmed by the Hall Master himself. Not even a planetary elite could tamper with it."
"Then how?"
Wang shrugged. "Don't know. But results don't lie."
"And now that he's cleared Level 4, he's eligible to sign a wager contract."
"I suggest we skip that," Wang added. "Just give him the top-tier resources outright. He's worth the investment. Give him the Dragon's Blood Serum and the Black Armor Set immediately."
"Wait, wait. The Dragon's Blood costs 80 billion credits even with a discount. The Black Armor Set is more expensive than that. That's a fortune for a rookie."
"And yet," another said slowly, "It's still not enough. Not for a talent like him."
"He'll surpass us one day," Wang added. "Why hold back?"
The others nodded. In moments, consensus formed. Wei Wen's support package was approved.
But when the conversation shifted to Luo Feng, things got complicated. Debate broke out. Voices rose.
That's when the Hall Master made his decision known.
The inspectors were instantly silenced by a voice from the system.
"These are the Hall Master's final orders. Any objections?"
"None."
"None."
"None."
Even if they had complaints, none would dare say a word.
Hong's will was law. In this world, strength was authority.
And geniuses? They were still just seeds. Potential wasn't power. Not yet.
In the Virtual Universe Corporation, geniuses popped up like weeds. Most thought they were special, that the universe owed them recognition.
But the truth was brutal:"You think you're worthy? Show us. If not—step aside."