Chapter 12

There was no Thomas Flair with a triple twist as he had imagined—just a perfectly normal jump. Yet, during this jump, the physical potential of the useless person was pushed to its absolute limit, not a single ounce of strength wasted. Whether it was the control of the landing spot or the way force was applied, everything was executed to perfection, down to the tiniest detail.

In other words, this jump was the best possible result achievable with the body of a useless person. No wonder the system gave it a straight 100 points.

“Sorry to bother you, I’ll take my leave.”

William Carter immediately lost interest in playing. How could a human even pull off something like that?

Let alone trying it himself—he could barely even understand what he was seeing.

Defeated. Utterly defeated.

But just as William Carter was feeling crushed and about to become “player count: 1,” he noticed something new on the interface.

At the upper right edge of his field of vision, there was a line of tiny, inconspicuous text: “Show detailed data,” with a checkbox in front of it.

“Detailed data.”

Without a second thought, William Carter checked the box, and instantly, a dense array of information appeared over the phantom in his view.

“Whoa, it really is detailed.”

Looking closely, William Carter found that this data practically annotated every single factor involved in the jump, down to the smallest detail.

Take the jump itself, for example: the moment the phantom’s right foot pushed off the platform, an auxiliary force analysis line appeared on the right foot, showing the angle of force application; there was also a progress bar displaying the exact value of the force.

For instance, at the moment of takeoff, the force from the right foot pushing off the ground was 100—the progress bar was maxed out. But after takeoff, the phantom made some subtle movements in the air to adjust posture, and those forces were much smaller, rarely exceeding 10.

In other words, with “detailed data” enabled, every detail of the phantom’s jump was quantified and crystal clear.

William Carter flipped back to his own records.

With detailed data enabled, every detail of William Carter’s previous jumps was also quantified, and the comparison was truly dismal.

Force, direction, body posture—every aspect had issues. No wonder the score was so low.

Seeing this, William Carter suddenly had a bold idea.

“This is basically like having the answer key to summer homework, or even the official optimal solution. If I just follow this exactly, even if I don’t get a perfect score, I should at least be able to pass, right?”

But then William Carter shook his head: “William Carter, what’s wrong with you? You’re slipping! You never look up guides for any game—you always want to experience the fun for yourself.”

“You’re the one who writes guides, not the one who reads them. You’re a true hardcore gamer—the fruits of victory earned through your own hard work are the sweetest, aren’t they?”

Resolutely, William Carter closed the history records and once again challenged the platform ahead.

Ten minutes later.

William Carter silently opened the history records and enabled detailed data.

“Sigh, it’s just too good.”

Chapter 9: What happens when you clear the level?

After following the “standard answer” for eight full attempts, William Carter finally made it to the sixth platform.

It had to be said, the efficiency was practically exponential.

Since all the useless people had the same physical stats, the only difference was in technique.

Before, William Carter knew nothing about these techniques and had to fumble his way through, so it was no surprise that his progress was so slow.

But now, with the “standard answer,” all William Carter had to do was follow it exactly—every movement, every way of applying force, every specific value was clearly marked. With William Carter’s top-tier gaming IQ, there was no reason he couldn’t learn it.

Besides, the “standard answer” scored 100 points; William Carter only needed to score 60.

Standing on the sixth platform, William Carter couldn’t help but sigh to himself: “If I had to figure this out on my own, who knows how many hundreds of times I’d have to fail.”

Now, he wasn’t even thinking about grinding for a high score—better to just keep moving forward.

Obviously, the jumps ahead would only get harder, with even tougher challenges. After clearing the level, he could always come back to grind for higher scores on the harder challenges, which would be much more efficient and save time.

He continued to charge toward the seventh platform.

At first, William Carter was still an ambitious, idealistic young man, stubbornly refusing to look at the history records, determined to test the waters with his own effort.

But that didn’t last long. William Carter soon gave in, and by the time he reached the thirteenth platform, he didn’t even bother trying on his own—he just opened the history records and checked the standard answer.

“This isn’t cowardice, it’s time management.”

William Carter comforted himself this way.

Honestly, he had a point. If he kept fumbling on his own, it might look like he had backbone, but wasn’t he just wasting his own time?

Besides, this wasn’t the same as copying homework. With homework, you don’t use your brain at all, but in this trial, even if you follow the standard answer, it’s not guaranteed you’ll make the jump.

More accurately, what William Carter was doing now was more like practicing martial arts.

Some people, without a master to teach them, can only blindly practice by looking at a martial arts manual—or maybe not even that, just guessing on their own.