Counterfeit Hero

”Fatty!” Fang Xiang turned her head, her wavy black hair sweeping across her shoulders, her face like frost: ”You’re looking for death!”

”Sigh...” Fatty, forced by her biting aura, couldn’t help but shiver and obediently shut his mouth. Helplessly, he looked at the virtual screen showing the remaining forces: Red Army at ninety-two percent, Blue Army at eleven percent, and sighed wistfully.

”This monster!” Fang Xiang glared at Fatty with resentment in her heart.

As soon as they boarded the warship, Fatty dragged her to the simulation room for a strategy duel. After several rounds, she was about to break down.

Since the match at the base, Fatty had become increasingly adept at countering her sacrificial playstyle. The difference in their scores was widening. In front of this Fatty, her Seven-star Level simulation skills were like a child’s. She had no power to fight back. Although in real warfare, no one could win a battle with personal simulation skill alone, which did not prove she was an unqualified Commander, it was still a blow to her self-esteem.

”Exactly how many conditions can you handle at once?” Fang Xiang kicked off with her long, beautiful legs, sliding the chair away from the simulation computer, determined to get to the bottom of it.

”Another round.” Fatty grinned stupidly at Fang Xiang: ”One more round and I’ll tell you!”

”Thud!” A cushion flew and hit Fatty on the head.

”You just said one more round....” Fang Xiang bit her lip, her trembling chest heaving rapidly under the thin white uniform shirt: ”You think I’m easy to bully, don’t you?”

”I never said that!” Fatty sneaked a peek at the pale yellow lace bra under Fang Xiang’s shirt, deciding to provoke her a bit more.

Unfortunately, his indecent thought was abruptly halted.

Fang Xiang stood up, her legs clad in stockings were very sexy, and she grabbed the chair with a strong grip...

A wise man knows when to retreat.

”I’ll tell!”

”How many?”

”One hundred thirty-five main conditions, two hundred twenty subsidiary conditions.” Fatty honestly switched to the hidden data in the computer simulation program and confessed.

Speed was his greatest advantage from learning the Ancient Deduction Technique. Like reading ten lines at a glance in an abacus, in this technique, infused with Zhou Yi, one symbol could represent many conditions.

Like being hit by a shock, Fang Xiang was stunned by Fatty’s answer.

How is this possible?

Almost in an instant, a piece of advice from a long time ago during a practical simulation class surfaced in her mind.

”...Simulation, although only a part of military decision-making in modern warfare, usually completed collectively by the Staff Department, seems to have no significant impact on the individual Commander. But if one person can complete the simulation of war, then that person is the most terrifying Commander in the world. Understand, when all conditions are scattered across many minds versus one mind, the impact on decisions and judgments is absolutely different....”

At that time, the instructor who had studied simulation his whole life spoke with such reverence.

”....The former requires textual data and language synthesis, which can only be reacted to step by step in the simulation process, with no intuitive impression for the Chief Commander. While the latter, with everything in one mind, doesn’t even need him to think as these conditions can collide in his mind to create the thing a Commander needs most. And that is—intuition!”

Fang Xiang couldn’t believe it as she flipped through the data on Fatty’s computer.

This was real.

”Fatty...” Fang Xiang asked shakily: ”Have you played the online simulation war game?”

”Which one?”

”Thousand-Mile Victory!” Fang Xiang was so excited her voice changed: ”Run by a company in the Feiyang Republic with a military background, it’s the largest in the world, allowing for simulated command of warships and strategic confrontations.”

”No, why play that?” Fatty replied honestly.

Fang Xiang approached Fatty, her graceful figure bending down, one hand on the armrest of the chair, looking into Fatty’s eyes, she said excitedly: ”It’s the best way for Military Academy cadets to hone their simulation and command skills! There, you can encounter Commanders with countless unique ideas. Countless crazy tactics. More importantly..... maybe there, you could transform into a miracle!”

”Miracle?” Fatty, uncomfortable, was forced to meet Fang Xiang’s gaze.

”What miracle, who are you fooling.....” He lowered his eyelids.

Wow, the shirt collar is really wide..... right in front is a miracle. No, two!

”Look at me.” Fang Xiang shook the chair, her body also swaying: ”I’m serious!”

Fatty painfully lifted his eyelids, then dropped them again.

”I don’t believe it!”

”Look at me, I’m not joking. This is real. Your simulation ability could completely fulfill my teacher’s theory!”

”I don’t believe it!”

”You fat fool..... you.....”

”Don’t move, let me think!”

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Climbing to fifth place again, the power of everyone is truly magnificent. However, in front of me, there’s still the butt of the Dream Machine (alias: Rooster), should everyone keep crazily voting for monthly tickets? With you pushing the butt, I’ll go open the dock!

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