Zhang Fan was astonished to find that the words and complex anatomical diagrams, which once seemed like an indecipherable script, were instantly deconstructed, sorted, and then reorganized in a clear and logical manner, as if by an invisible hand, and poured into his mind!
His brain was operating at an unprecedented speed.
The name of each muscle, the direction of each fiber, their stretching, contracting, and twisting in different postures... everything became as simple and clear as 1+1=2.
He could even construct an incredibly precise three-dimensional dynamic model in his mind from the two-dimensional drawings on paper, and extrapolate from there, identifying several minor flaws in the book's theories and instantly conceiving a more optimized model structure.
"Damn!"
Zhang Fan's hand shook, and the heavy book fell to the ground with a "thud," but he didn't notice, his eyes wide open, mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
"This... this isn't just improved memory! It's like I've grown a new brain!"
"The skills from the game, they really, really can be brought into reality!"
This discovery left Zhang Fan incredulous, feeling utterly dumbfounded by how unbelievable it was.
If exchanging one wen for a hundred in money only gave him hope for financial freedom, then the synchronization of skills opened a door to his martial arts dream in the truest sense!
This was the evolution of life! At the end of science, what lies?
He felt parched, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his chest.
Zhang Fan rushed into the kitchen, gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water, and paced back and forth several times before barely calming his trembling body.
"Calm down, calm down, this is more important than talent, and no one can know!"
"Something's not right, this game is full of oddities, I must figure it out."
He decided to go downstairs for a walk and let the cold wind clear his head.
However, just as he stepped out of the building, a blinding car light shone on him.
A black, unmarked sedan, like a ghost in the night, silently slid to a stop in front of him.
The rear window slowly rolled down, revealing a face as expressionless and cold as a sculpture.
He had seen this person in the interrogation room, a member of the Special Service Bureau.
He remembered him as Old Wang.
"Zhang Fan, let's talk in the car."
The other party's tone was calm, yet carried a hint of excitement.
Zhang Fan was puzzled; he hadn't broken any laws.
He knew it was related to the game.
Zhang Fan remained composed, showing no sign of panic, and calmly opened the car door and got in.
The interior was spacious, dimly lit, and the atmosphere was oppressive.
Old Wang wasted no time, getting straight to the point.
"We've confirmed that you've successfully inherited Wang Yun's game account."
As he spoke, he handed over a tablet displaying Zhang Fan's various abnormal data from the past two days.
"Don't worry, we're not here to arrest you."
Seeing Zhang Fan's calm demeanor, Old Wang was surprised and added another line.
Wang Jianguo had no choice; every player was valuable, and they tried to recruit them.
Zhang Fan's mind raced, deciding to play dumb and probe how much the other party knew, as he didn't want to admit anything.
"Inherit? Game account? Sorry, I don't quite understand what you're talking about." He put on a perfectly bewildered expression.
Wang Jianguo had anticipated this reaction and wasn't bothered, simply explaining further.
"We'll call that app a 'game' for now. These so-called 'game accounts' aren't ordinary virtual data. According to our research, they resemble a kind of... carrier, attached to a mysterious energy we can't fully analyze yet."
"An account doesn't disappear after its original owner 'dies'; it enters a dormant state. Only someone with a connection to the original owner can reactivate it."
He looked at Zhang Fan, his gaze sharp.
"Congratulations, Mr. Zhang Fan, you are the 'destined one' for Wang Yun's account, and you've successfully activated and entered the game."
Zhang Fan remained silent.
The other party knew the core setup so thoroughly and told him directly; playing dumb was pointless now.
"Yes, I just played for a bit. But how did you know I became a player?"
"Haha, even if you committed crimes in the real world, we couldn't trace your player information, but Wang Yun, who lost his player status, exposed a crucial clue."
"Due to the game's uniqueness, without revealing his identity, we couldn't investigate. Remember the account USB you had? But the game interferes, even if we found it on the spot, it would just be a bunch of garbled data." The Special Service Bureau personnel continued, handing over a paper document.
"Players like you are registered in the real world and must abide by the Special Service Bureau Player Management Regulations."
Zhang Fan took the document and quickly skimmed through it.
"Article One: Prohibit using any abilities obtained from the 'game' for any form of illegal activities in the real world."
"Article Two: Prohibit publicly displaying, spreading, or discussing the existence of the 'game' and one's abilities to any non-player groups in any way."
......
Seeing these clauses, Zhang Fan was now certain that the game he played was indeed special, possessing transcendent powers.
The regulations were lengthy, spanning over a dozen pages, but they outlined the benefits players enjoyed after joining the Special Service Bureau.
The only constraint was not to break the law.
As Zhang Fan finished reading the regulations and fell into contemplation, the other party suddenly shifted the conversation.
"Of course, following the regulations is just the duty of an ordinary player."
"We're here today to offer you a second choice."
The Special Service Bureau personnel retrieved the regulations and took out another completely different document from a briefcase, placing it solemnly in front of Zhang Fan.
This document was a red-headed file, with a golden national emblem gleaming in the dim light on the cover.
"Mr. Zhang Fan, we've thoroughly investigated your background. Clean record, no bad history, excellent academic performance, outstanding learning ability, and calm analytical skills. During the Wang Yun incident, your psychological resilience was far above average."
"We, the Ninth Division of the Special Service Bureau, sincerely invite you to join us and become one of us."
The air in the car seemed to freeze.
Zhang Fan looked at the two documents before him.
One offered various benefits, seemingly a player's privilege, as long as he didn't break the law.
The other was an application to become an "insider" among the rule-makers.
"Join the Special Service Bureau? Is it to gain official protection, or..."
His mind, at that moment, was frantically weighing the pros and cons of this decision at an unprecedented speed.
This choice would completely determine his future path.