Chapter 60: An Aura That Commands Respect

Do you still remember the young wolf you saved through time and space, only to bury it with your own hands later? Do you recall the look in the eyes of the hero you admired, as he fell at your feet? Those you once rescued eventually became living corpses. Those who helped you...

Suspended in midair, strange and inexplicable, but—well, enough with the word count filler. In brief, as the opening animation for entering the Imaginary Space replayed, Alpha Ji didn’t appear in person this time. Instead, as the animation played, she stared intently at Guan Junyuan’s face from the void.

This was a critical moment—no room for mistakes. The more she understood this bald man’s thoughts, the smoother her plans would go.

So, what was Guan Junyuan thinking as he watched the opening animation?

“Bare shoulders above, bare waist below—not poor, just provocative... This must be for seduction.”

So, was this a honey trap? A scheme from another school? The secret to raising exam scores? Or perhaps the secret to ‘destroying oneself through excessive indulgence,’ lowering the average scores at Third High? Even the holographic sensing helmet was being used—quite an effort...

Therefore, the real target wasn’t the utterly unremarkable Fang Ju, but Ye Chao? Someone had found out about Ye Chao’s performance during his internship, so...

But given Ye Chao’s high degree of specialization, it would make more sense for him to be the top scorer...

Guan Junyuan’s head glowed with a sacred radiance, making him hard to look at even in the virtual world.

Beneath the halo, bright sparks of thought flickered, matching the brilliance of his head.

Alpha Ji couldn’t help herself. Why did this round-headed guy’s train of thought so closely resemble the square-headed one’s? Did the shape of the skull really not affect cognitive patterns?

“Provocative again? What’s wrong with me being provocative, did I eat your rice or drink your water?” she gritted her teeth, her polite, icy smile tinged with silent curses.

“You even care about how much clothing I wear—do you think you’re the Ministry of Industry and Energy? Should I add, ‘Resist harmful games, refuse pirated games; protect yourself, beware of scams; moderate gaming benefits the mind, addiction harms the body; arrange your time reasonably, enjoy a healthy life’ right here?”

As she spoke, lines of bold text appeared one after another on her forehead, emanating the majesty of imperial edicts.

Privately, Alpha Ji was frustrated.

Damn, she’d acted impulsively and hadn’t finished establishing the psychological baseline yet.

The holographic helmet could read the user’s outer brain waves, and, paired with a facial analysis system, it couldn’t truly read minds, but together, they could deduce most of a person's psychological state.

But there was a prerequisite—the data had to be plentiful, and the psychological baseline accurate.

Guan Junyuan’s words were too infuriating. She’d lost her composure and the process had ‘prematurely’ begun...

Guan Junyuan’s gaze sharpened, cautious: “Was this helmet made by you?”

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“Kids these days are so rude! Meeting a senior, and you don’t even use formal language,” Alpha Ji stood with imposing presence, the villainous boss’s background music and effects blasting away.

No choice—though the process started early, she had to survive!

“A lone plum blossom stands proud amidst the snow...”

It wasn’t much to ask Guan Junyuan to call her ‘senior.’

Alpha Ji was born in 2022 and was now thirty-three, though it was hard to say who was older between her and Guan Junyuan.

Besides, biological age meant nothing to a program.

By 2024, she’d passed certification from professional psychiatrists, her psychological age reaching fourteen; theoretically, she should still be fourteen, but claiming forty-four for an advantage was plausible.

“Yes, I made the helmet, and this place too. Do you have any objections?”

Guan Junyuan shook his bald head, expressionless. No objections.

He genuinely felt the pressure.

Senior? Your Majesty? Formal address... That’s a lot to take in!

The style here was provocative now, but before the Catastrophe, it seemed normal.

And the intense background music, the halo effects behind her head... Either she was truly formidable or insane; anyone would feel the pressure.

Her words, “I made this place too,” hinted at something—what exactly?

Guan Junyuan had a vague idea but didn’t dare pursue it.

“May I ask, senior, you are...?”

“Who I am isn’t important, nor would you know,” Alpha Ji shut down the conversation, then revived it, “I just have some connection with Jiangcheng Third High, so after mastering my powers, I thought to grant you some benefits.”

Your Majesty, Jiangcheng Third High, mastery, benefits... It all resembled a trashy summer blockbuster, yet somehow fit perfectly together.

So, this senior really was...

Guan Junyuan’s vague idea became a little bolder.

“By the way, is that square-headed kid who was kidnapped alright?” Alpha Ji asked casually.

Guan Junyuan trembled: “Senior, you... know.”

“Of course.” Alpha Ji laughed, hands on her hips, becoming even more inscrutable. “This holographic helmet is my own creation. That clever kid opened a backdoor, thinking I wouldn’t notice?”

“If I hadn’t approved it, even secretly notified him, how could he know what’s happening here?”

“Try asking him now—can he sense the connection?”

Of course not! Absolutely not.

After removing the helmet, confirming with Ye Chao, and logging back in, Guan Junyuan’s expression grew more serious: “May I ask, senior...”

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“Senior, senior—do I really seem that old?”

But you told me to call you that.

“My surname is Xiao. You can call me Sister Xiao.”

“Sister Xiao... sis.” Something still felt off.

“Alright, enough joking.”

So it was a joke after all? Where was the punchline? Guan Junyuan was bewildered.

“My surname is Gu. You may call me Lady Gu.”

That name wasn’t much better. Was it real...?

“This helmet is a benefit I’m providing, and also a small experiment. I’m not sure how effective it’ll be. I have plenty of other matters—no time to monitor things here constantly. You’ll have to figure it out yourselves.” With that, she gave a long, exaggerated yawn and pretended to log off.

She hadn’t mentioned anything about price discounts or how to make transactions.

But as a true senior, a master among masters, those trivial matters were easily ‘forgotten.’

No money, no materials, no goods—she’d never lose out.

“Hey, Gu, Lady Gu, senior...” Guan Junyuan still wanted to speak and ask more, but a person pretending to sleep cannot be roused.

His repeated calls went unanswered, and so Guan Junyuan had to shift his focus back to the Imaginary Space, following the “system’s” prompts to try out the modes.

Study mode.

Interesting, but those kids don’t study properly in real life—expecting them to learn here? This senior was a bit naive.

Training mode.

Would it really be effective?

AI mode.

Guan Junyuan grew more serious.

He’d used holographic virtual helmets before, mainly for meditation training—but this level of realism, almost indistinguishable from reality, perhaps could really have an effect.

Combat mode.

He hadn’t entered a battle yet, but reading the introduction, Guan Junyuan slapped the table, remembering the rumors about Fang Ju.

The one-arm tornado over-the-shoulder throw... Was this how it came about? In just one night?