Super Spender

Moreover, based on their current physical condition and the calculated exertion in the virtual war game, their muscle strength would sync with that in the game, including resistance to impacts and so forth. After they left the capsules, they wouldn’t feel a disconnect between their physical bodies and their response level.

There wouldn’t be any adaptation issues – this was the strength of the nutrition capsule. It wasn’t something Finn Lewis bought directly from the Galactic Federation; it had been modified by Zero and Luna Starfield. The Galactic Federation’s capsules were just for ordinary people’s entertainment and gaming needs.

Such capabilities were developed by Zero and Luna Starfield.

However, even Finn Lewis underestimated human potential, or perhaps Luna Starfield did as well. He assumed that it would be quite good if they could finish the task in a month. What surprised him was the terrifying speed at which these soldiers were adapting to the battlefield, particularly its stark realism: they had to be extremely careful or they would die. They also began to integrate everything they had learned and would learn in the future.

Within a mere week, they had been completely exterminated four times, completed the mission with half the team gone seven times, and finished the mission with two-thirds of the team intact three times. Toward the end, only one or two people got sacrificed due to unexpected incidents. In total, they had carried out the mission 38 times.

What did it feel like to die at least a dozen times in a week? Every death was an unpleasant experience. Even though they knew they wouldn’t actually die here, nobody wanted to experience that dying sensation again. Moreover, there were all sorts of ways to die.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

These 38 missions were not all the same. The locations they deployed, the enemy’s disposition, and patrol schedules varied every time. Although some information remained the same, the troop deployments were definitely different.

When they finally completed the entire mission, the entire unit couldn’t help but cheer. Although nobody had died, everyone had been grazed by bullets at least once, including Finn Lewis. Despite being a virtual world, the emotional experience was very real throughout this month.

What made Finn Lewis sigh with admiration was that none of these elite soldiers had quit. Every single one of them had stayed.

“It seems that we need to increase the difficulty of our subsequent assignments,” Luna Starfield stated.

“Yes, make the necessary adjustments. As long as they can’t complete the tasks easily, it’s fine. They shouldn’t waste time. They need to experience a wide variety of missions to toughen up”, Finn Lewis said in earnest. After all, this was a special forces unit, not a regular one. They didn’t need to engage in large-scale positional warfare.

For the tasks that Luna Starfield set up next, sometimes they needed a whole platoon, and at other times just a squad. These tasks covered everything from tropical environments to icy bases, from sky to sea bottom. None of them were easy, but they also didn’t involve as many total wipeouts as the first mission.

When the tasks required a whole unit, they would deploy entirely on one mission. When missions needed to be performed in small teams, they would divide and execute the tasks separately.

The main purpose of these tasks was to train them to adapt to various situations. There was another advantage to this virtual world: time moved approximately twice as fast, especially as resting periods could be sped up.

They had designated sleeping times, and though the soldiers felt they had slept, it was only a momentary lapse in reality. Their vitality would then be restored by Luna Starfield with the aid of the capsule’s built-in equipment.

Although they felt like they had spent two months, in reality, it had only been one. But these two virtual months were equivalent to two months of wartime.

According to Luna Starfield’s calculations, one month was the optimal training duration. If it lasted too long, fatigue would set in and the results wouldn’t be as good.

Once the last mission was over, everyone appeared in the initial room again, and Finn Lewis said with a grin, “This was our last mission. Next, we’re going to have a break.”

“Whoa,” As Finn’s words settled in, everyone cheered loudly. Over these past two months, every one of them had been on tenterhooks, but the transformation they’d undergone was extraordinary. From being regular elite soldiers, they had become seasoned veterans who had tasted life and death many times over.

In a time of peace, this training was terrifying. Not even the North Federation Marine Corps had experienced anything like it. Was there a second chance in real life after death? But there was one here.

“Now, everyone needs to go back to your rooms for a nap. When you wake up, you’ll be back in the real world. I’ll be waiting for you outside,” Finn Lewis said with a smile.

“Yes, sir!” Every soldier stood tall, saluted, and shouted in unison. Over the past month, Finn Lewis had been just a regular soldier, but his fearlessness had won their respect. Of course, Finn Lewis had not fully exerted himself. His physical fitness was superb now; if he had pushed himself, they would have easily completed many of the missions.

The soldiers had to sleep for three hours. During that time, Luna Starfield would subconsciously train their minds, letting them know that when they woke up, they would be in the real world again. After all, the environment here was indistinguishable from reality.