Beside Number One, the skill tree suddenly lit up again. But unlike last time, this time, in addition to those six tutorials, there was actually an extra item: "Beginner Woodcutting."

When he saw these two words, Sean Carter's eyes almost bulged out. What kind of tutorial was this?

"Number One, why do you have an extra wood... that tutorial?"

"After collecting data for some time, I have established a preliminary database and can now perform some basic simulations. Therefore, I have designed the most suitable learning method for you based on your situation."

"How did you collect the data?" Sean Carter asked curiously.

"Of course, I used the mechanical mosquitoes and flies. They are extremely useful; their electronic eyes, ears, mouths, and noses can bring me a huge amount of information," Number One said proudly.

Sean Carter immediately thought of the dozen or so tiny mosquitoes and flies in the box and instantly understood. However, his face darkened as he said, "So, what suits me best right now is woodcutting."

"Yes. The Scott Knight's manor needs a large amount of wood every day, and there is a vast forest behind your village. Every day, people bring chopped wood to sell to the manor, and the payment is about double that of farm work," Number One analyzed bit by bit. "Moreover, woodcutting is different from farm work. Not only does it increase your fatigue, but it also improves your body's coordination, which will greatly help you master the third set of radio calisthenics as soon as possible."

Sean Carter fell silent. In fact, after this period of farm work training, he had already noticed that he really didn't get tired easily anymore.

With the training from the second set of radio calisthenics, his small body now possessed strength and speed far beyond his peers. In this situation, perhaps the results from woodcutting would be much greater than from farm work.

"Alright, I'll go chop wood tomorrow," Sean Carter resigned himself helplessly.

"Excellent. There are six hours left until you wake up tomorrow. Converted to virtual space time, that's twenty-four hours. Would you like to learn the third set of movements first, or learn how to chop wood?"

"Of course, the third set of movements. As for woodcutting, I suppose as long as a person has all their limbs, it shouldn't be a problem."

"No, the woodcutting course I designed is quite unique. I think you'll really like it."

Listening to Number One, for some reason, Sean Carter had a very bad feeling.

With a fourfold time difference, six hours in the real world equaled twenty-four hours in the virtual space. Here, you could do a lot, far beyond Sean Carter's imagination.

It took him twelve hours just to master the third set of movements.

Of course, this mastery was only in his mind; his body was still far from being able to keep up with his consciousness.

Number One's teaching was still as strict and serious as ever. Although before Sean Carter made a choice, he would only use some kind of guidance to get him to pick the course he had set.

But once Sean Carter confirmed the tutorial, Number One would instantly transform into the world's most terrifying instructor. In Sean Carter's mind, he could almost be described with the word "demon."

For example, even something as ordinary as woodcutting—who knew why even woodcutting had to be divided into different levels? But as soon as the training started, Sean Carter immediately threw this question to the back of his mind.

Because according to Number One's requirements, Sean Carter had to use and maintain a certain posture to chop wood, and every chop had to land exactly on the virtual line in the absolute center of the firewood.

This special movement was very familiar to Sean Carter; it was exactly one of the movements from the second set. So, although it felt a bit awkward, it wasn't too difficult for him.

Looking at the virtual table and the giant axe that almost reached his small belly, Sean Carter stared for a while before finally asking, "Where did these props come from? Why do they look so familiar?"

"These are props from an old web game, I think it was called Ragnarok."

"You're letting me practice woodcutting with game props?"

"Yes, all these props are set according to your strength and height, with a simulation accuracy of up to ninety percent. Now, aim at the white virtual line and get started."

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho-ho..."

Chapter 9: Woodcutting

Early the next morning, when Sean Carter slowly woke up from bed, although he was full of energy, for the first time he began to feel a certain resistance to the reverse flow of time.

Twelve hours, a full twelve hours—he had actually been forced to chop wood for twelve hours straight in the virtual space.

Although there was no physical exhaustion in the virtual space, anyone who does the same thing for twelve hours straight would feel like going crazy.

So, as soon as the time was up, he immediately escaped from there as if running for his life.

But after opening his eyes, he vaguely felt that something was off with his body.

He shook his head, but it seemed there was nothing wrong!