In the dreamscape, Qin Fen roared, grabbing the foreleg of a saber-toothed tiger, extinct for decades in reality, and with a fierce outward pull, the mighty limb was ripped clean away!

He kicked the tiger's body aside, Qin Fen's chest heaving, while several lurking jackals eyed him warily, none daring to move in for an attack.

Looking at this suddenly materialized savanna, filled with all manner of ferocious beasts, Qin Fen was at a loss for words.

Scattered across the surrounding grassland lay the corpses of a dozen strange beasts: leopards, tigers, saber-toothed cats, even wild boars.

Unlike the animals in a zoo, these beasts pulsed with true savagery. According to the Light Man's explanation, if he were injured and died here, Qin Fen’s brain would register it as actual death.

Simply put: if Qin Fen died here, it was game over in real life.

Unsure if the Light Man spoke the truth, Qin Fen dared not risk finding out. A person only had one life; he understood that clearly. He wasn't the type to sacrifice himself fanatically for a scientific experiment.

"Took down the tiger! What’s next?" Qin Fen tossed aside the severed limb, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings with imposing dignity. "An Indian elephant? Or should I jump straight to a Mammoth?"

"The Mammoth is the experimental subject for Part Two, Section Three," the Light Man reappeared before Qin Fen. "We are now commencing the final training of Part One: Environmental Simulation Training."

The moment the words reached Qin Fen’s ears, his vision went black. When he opened his eyes again, he was suddenly aware of a dozen stinging pains across his body, lying on a ** in an ancient, dilapidated house.

By the bedside, two small children, clad in coarse cloth and sporting runny noses, stared at him with wide, curious eyes.

"You're awake." A woman, dressed in ancient, roughspun clothes, approached him carrying a chipped porcelain bowl. "These two children found you injured by the roadside. Come, have some congee..."

The congee in the chipped bowl steamed faintly; it was mostly thin broth mixed with bitter vegetable leaves. Just as Qin Fen was wondering if he had transmigrated into a protagonist from a Xuanhuan novel, the Light Man's mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

"Final training for Part One. Completion conditions: Annihilate all enemies, or survive for twenty-four hours."

Qin Fen knew the Light Man had thrown him into another bizarre scenario, much like the savanna before, only this time it felt more like role-playing.

Annihilate all enemies? Qin Fen felt a twinge of curiosity. What enemies were there here? Were the dozen or so blade wounds on his body inflicted by them?

Although the congee was dry and hard to swallow, his stomach rumbled with hunger. Unsure if the hunger was genuine or manufactured by the Light Man, Qin Fen finished every drop.

"Thank you." Handing back the bowl, Qin Fen offered an automatic word of thanks, then suddenly found it a little amusing. This was merely a simulated scene created by the Light Man; why should he be thanking it? The Light Man’s staging was incredibly lifelike.

"Rest well," the woman sighed softly as she took the bowl and turned towards the door. "In these times of constant warfare, who knows when it will end."

Warfare and turmoil? Qin Fen vaguely grasped the nature of this training exercise. He pushed himself up with his hands gripping the bedside, probing the strength within his body.

Qin Fen was surprised. How had the Light Man done this? It had sealed away more than half of his power; his current Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill was only at the level of One-Star strength.

"Brother, do you know martial arts?" The older boy, perched by the bedside, looked at him with eager expectation.

"..." Qin Fen paused, then nodded gently. "A little."

"Can you teach me?" The older boy immediately grew excited.

"Teach you?" Qin Fen questioned.

"Yes," the boy replied very seriously. "If I learn martial arts, I can become strong. I can protect my mother and the others in the village!"

With nothing else to do while waiting for the special training to begin, Qin Fen nodded. "Alright, I'll teach you a set of incantations and mental cultivation methods."

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill taught by the Light Man was difficult and exhausting even for Qin Fen to practice. After some thought, he simplified the version released to the public by the nation, making it much easier to learn, and passed it on to the two boys.

The simplified Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill would naturally be weaker, but watching the earnest expressions of the boys, Qin Fen shook his head. The scene created by the Light Man was just too real.

Feeling somewhat stiff, Qin Fen got out of bed and walked out of the room. Facing the four walls felt uncomfortable. Only the two children remained inside, diligently practicing.

Qin Fen didn't realize that the simple act he just performed, if witnessed by the top experts on Earth, would leave them utterly speechless. Modifying and simplifying a martial art was akin to creating one from scratch—a feat achievable only by those at the Grandmaster level with profound insight into combat techniques. Yet, a mere Two-Star martial artist had done it casually, which could only be described as a miracle.

The village was somewhat desolate, housing perhaps only a hundred residents. Life seemed very hard for everyone, yet as he walked the streets, people greeted him with genuine friendliness.

Time quickly passed until noon. Qin Fen returned to the spot where he first awoke. The two children were now drenched in sweat, clearly exhausted, but they persisted in their practice without stopping.

Qin Fen’s eyes lit up. Though the martial art was simplified, it was still a significant burden for the children. Was the Light Man creating this scene to imply something through the children's perseverance? If a child could manage this, surely a high school student like himself should be able to do even better?

"Xingba, time to eat," the woman’s voice sounded from outside the doorway.