Wartime Synchronization Rate?
The moment the question crossed Ronan's mind, an information interface projected onto his retina opened in his left field of vision, listing clearly targeted data—but not in any writing he recognized.
After a brief daze, Ronan suddenly realized that the sentence spoken by the unfamiliar, stern-faced Instructor before him was not in any language he used daily either. Yet he could understand the language, writing, and symbols without difficulty. In fact, even as he processed this state of "understanding," his body and consciousness had seamlessly connected to this dynamic scene.
It was as though Ronan were participating in a first-person Virtual Reality game, watching his in-game self straighten his chest and back before shouting in response:
"Synchronization rate zero, Sergeant Major!"
"Did you overtrain?"
The stern-faced Instructor's expression lagged slightly, then blurred for an instant before settling into a very clear frown. "Your name is... Ronan, right? If your synchronization rate dropped to zero, you'd already be lying in the morgue."
At that moment, another information pop-up appeared in his left field of vision, in a style that was both explanatory and aphoristic:
"Sky Abyss Spirit Network is the framework supporting Extraordinary Power and the foundation of the self-evolving heavenly ladder. Without the support of the Sky Abyss Spirit Network, the material universe is far colder and more merciless than you imagine!"
It had the distinct feel of some third-rate game.
Even as Ronan mentally mocked it, his in-game self displayed the professionalism of a career soldier and continued to answer loudly, "Yes, Sergeant Major."
That was what he said, but the facts currently displayed were exactly as such.
The Instructor noticed as well, and his frown deepened. "Perhaps you're someone disabled by complex environments... The recruitment office must have been so busy they fried their brains.