In the Simulation Chamber, Lin Fu suppressed the doubt in her heart and, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, walked into the chamber.
With a clack, the chamber door closed, and everything in front of her changed. She was no longer the novice who had first entered the Simulation Chamber, marveling at everything.
Still, what she saw left her in awe.
It was a colossal ring-shaped platform set against the backdrop of a planet, stretching out endlessly with fighting platforms arrayed down its length, extending into the boundless starry sky. Surrounding it were innurable seats, each designed spacious and grand.
She adjusted her view and found that the entire planet was encompassed within it, majestic and awe-inspiring, lingering in mory long after.
This was the hallmark of the interstellar era.
At that mont, each seat held an audience mber, with at least several billion seats lighting up at lightning speed. Each flash signaled the appearance of yet another viewer.
Despite the growing number of onlookers, the noise at the venue was deafening.
Too loud!
Lin Fu’s head buzzed. In a hurry, she shut off the surrounding noise, filtering out the clamor from the spectator seats.
Once it was quiet, Lin Fu cursed silently to herself for their cunning.
It turned out the organizers were selling tickets on the Star Network, allowing those with tickets to enter the sa scene as her, fully imrsed through sensory helts or ga chambers.
What the hell did they take her for?
Such things never happened at the Military Academy. The Simulation Chambers there also had this feature but were seldom open, available only during examinations for supervision teachers and the bigwigs of the Military Departnt.
Now, she seriously doubted that the organizers’ intent with these novelty matches was simply to make money from ticket sales. They were truly business geniuses.
How cunning of them to think this up.
What was even worse, these Military Academy Students could only watch the large screens at the venue, receiving worse treatnt than those who bought tickets!
A one-minute countdown appeared before her eyes as a host in a military uniform appeared in front of Lin Fu.
"Hello, Student Lin Fu."
"Hello."
"The challenge is about to begin, please prepare yourself," the host pointed to the platform in front of them. "This is the first platform. Please ascend. There will be no rest periods for the upcoming matches. After finishing the first platform, you will continue directly to the second."
After speaking, the host revealed a aningful smile, "Of course, if you can’t get through the first platform, then you can rest."
"Thank you!"
Lin Fu didn’t bother with him any longer and leapt onto the first platform, only realizing after she ascended that it was much larger and more majestic than she had first estimated.
Lin Fu took a deep breath, focused her mind, and let her arms hang naturally. Then a dazzling, mysterious purple light appeared in the palm of her hand. The light extended, rapidly constructing a curved saber that shimred with flowing colors.
The saber’s design was unique, overall resembling a crescent moon with a blade only as wide as an adult’s palm, narrowing as it approached the tip, finishing with a re point of starry light.
The purple flowing light was beautiful yet dangerous, mysterious and noble.
It was so dazzling, so captivating.
And crucially, she had a pair—one in each hand. Standing on the platform, she was straight and poised, her presence so commanding, like a Female War God stepped out from myth.
This was the Purple Moon of the Fu Family.
Anyone possessing it would beco the focus of everyone’s attention.
Lin Fu gazed down, fascinated by the Purple Moon in her hand, having fallen for it from the first glance, an unprecedented affection.
My God! How could there be such a beautiful weapon in the world?
Truly deserving its reputation as the most beautiful weapon of the interstellar era, not only in beauty but also in function, off the charts.
Without Double S-level talent, one should not even dream of wielding it.
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