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Chapter 36: Helena: …… Don’t Ask Me
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After being struck, the mana chip embedded in the straw dummy slowly activated. About two seconds later, a screen on the right lit up, displaying the force of each attack made by the trainee, as well as the total duration of the training session.
Perhaps to others, this was just another painful training device.
But for Lin Qi, having a training ground and a place to practice combos meant one thing:
He had officially entered the era of calculating DPS (damage per second)!
From now on, whether a weapon or skill was effective could be judged simply by its DPS.
Which combo dealt the highest burst damage? Which skill animation packed the most punch? A quick visit to the training ground would answer all these questions.
The game might not have much difficulty pressure, but no player could resist the allure of "wheelchair mode" or massive damage numbers.
If monster strength wasn’t sufficient, then it was time to focus on clearing efficiency—perhaps by mastering area-of-effect attacks. With visible numerical values, gameplay strategies became endlessly diverse.
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Vertical slashes, horizontal cuts, pivoting turns, and diagonal strikes—Viya repeated these five simple movements.
When her wooden sword collided with the straw dummy, the slight tremor of the blade, which seemed on the verge of snapping, left no doubt about the power behind her strikes.
Helena crossed her arms, her brow furrowed. Despite her extensive experience, she couldn’t identify the style Viya was using.
“The posture for generating force is highly inefficient. Is this person really a beginner?”
Soon, others were drawn to the commotion. They paused their own training to catch their breath while pointing at Viya and whispering among themselves.
“No,” Helena shook her head. The natural fluidity Viya displayed didn’t seem like something a novice could achieve.
The swordsmanship Viya employed baffled Helena—it lacked any semblance of logic and appeared designed solely for visual flair.
Whoosh—
The bottom-right arm of the straw dummy suddenly moved, its wooden sword striking swiftly.
By this point, Viya had already swung her blade. Using her left foot as a pivot, she rotated her body in an arc. In this position, there was no way she could evade the incoming attack.
It’s over… The onlookers sighed inwardly, some even closing their eyes to avoid witnessing the blonde-haired girl’s impending misery.
Without protective gear, a single hit could leave her in pain for days.
But the next moment, Viya shifted her center of gravity to the right, forcefully redirecting her already-swinging wooden sword to block the attack from the left.
The entire motion unfolded as if momentum didn’t exist, with seamless transitions between stances.
“Huh?!”
“How did she block that? She was completely out of position…”
“Is this even possible? How can someone stop mid-swing like that?”
The crowd erupted in disbelief. Viya’s unnatural movements made the sword enthusiasts rub their eyes repeatedly, muttering in awe at the sheer impossibility of it all.
When they realized, after several minutes, that Viya still showed no signs of fatigue, the atmosphere grew even more restless.
Viya didn’t understand why everyone was so worked up. Most of her focus was on the act of swinging the sword itself—carefully memorizing the sensation of each movement and trying to learn as much as possible.
She recalled the helplessness and despair she felt during her ordeal in the sea. Fortunately, Lady Minstrel hadn’t harbored much ill intent back then. Had it been someone else, her fate would likely have been far worse.
One should never entrust their life to the mercy of the enemy.
A few more minutes passed, and the crowd began casting looks of admiration her way. While fully immersing herself in memorizing the feel of every strike, Viya had one lingering question:
When would this end?
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Reality
Lin Qi scrolled through his phone. Though his hands weren’t on the keyboard, the game character on the screen continued to repeat basic attacks.
It was simple—the straw dummy’s counterattacks occurred at fixed intervals, so setting up a mouse macro allowed the attack loop to continue indefinitely.
He noticed that, in addition to DPS (damage per second), the screen also displayed total damage dealt.
Honestly, Lin Qi was curious about the game’s damage cap. Since he was feeling hungry, he decided to let the game run in the background for a while to see if there were any hidden Easter eggs or achievements.
“Time to grab noodles downstairs.”
With a click of the lock and the sound of footsteps fading down the corridor, the room was left with only the glowing computer and the game character repeatedly performing basic attacks.
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“Doesn’t she ever get tired?”
“She’s close to breaking the record—the previous president’s record.”
“Forty minutes have passed. She’s already broken it.”
More and more people gathered to watch, until eventually the entire training ground was crowded.
The challenge wasn’t primarily about testing the endurance of the participant; even third-year seniors, if they swung recklessly at full strength, would tire out within ten to fifteen minutes.
Instead, the focus was on improving the trainee’s ability to adjust rhythm—simplifying movements, eliminating unnecessary actions, and figuring out how to deliver precise attacks with minimal effort.
“President, what do you think?” Finally, someone couldn’t resist asking Helena, the resident expert on swordsmanship.
Me?
Helena froze. What could she say? The freshman’s movements defied all logic, yet she had endured for so long, proving that her seemingly flashy swordplay actually held substance.
All laureates were suppressed in the training ground, ruling out the possibility of using magic to replenish stamina. Moreover, Helena hadn’t detected any noticeable mana fluctuations around Viya.
“Just watch and learn carefully.”
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she remained silent for a long time before finally uttering that vague response.
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Time quickly surpassed an hour, and the freshman still showed no signs of fatigue, continuing to repeat the same set of motions.
The crowd grew larger, with many drawn in by curiosity. They didn’t know exactly what was happening, only that a freshman had done something extraordinary enough to captivate the entire training ground.
This piqued the interest of those who arrived late. In their minds, these muscle-obsessed warriors lived to train, pushing themselves to the limit every waking moment.
What kind of person could make such hardcore individuals pause their training?
“What’s going on? Why is everyone gathered here?”
“Hey—don’t push me. If you want to see, stand on your toes.”
“Excuse me, let me take a look!”
With a mix of curiosity and amusement, many came to the Star of Dawn.
There, they saw upperclassmen staring in disbelief, Viya wielding her sword, and the timer on the nearby scoreboard exceeding an hour…
Then, their faces mirrored the same astonishment and disbelief as the upperclassmen beside them.
TLN: What’s wheelchair mode? A build/character/gear setup that is so strong and easy that it “carries” you — you barely have to try, like being pushed in a wheelchair.
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