Improvement for everyone

The training tower is not the tallest building, but it is definitely the widest - four kilometers in diameter. Each floor represents a specific training landscape. For example, the first floor is a forest. The second floor is rocky and so on. With the exception of the first floor, the rest of the floors were opened only on special occasions, like the annual exams.

In reality, the forest on the first floor was not very popular. It took students a month to fully explore the floor. And they didn't come here often.

However, now in the depths of the forest stood a short girl, of a strong constitution. "Seems like a good place to check.",- she thought looking around.

She was wearing loose pants and a jacket made of a special material. A compact energy cannon is attached to the top of the right arm. Knives are hung around the waist. On the eyes in the form of glasses, equipment for scanning the environment. The usual light military uniform of the Rumbus clan.

Going into virtual reality, she activated the task and in response saw the message: "Communication with the gun and scanner established. Get ready. The targets will be activated in twenty seconds. The time limit for the task is ten minutes."

Suddenly, about twenty threads flew out of her hair. Like snakes, they accurately hit targets.

One of the threads, cutting through the branches on the way, twisted around the tree trunk and the girl flew upward destroying distant targets with cannon shots. But before reaching the trunk, another thread caught on to another tree and the girl flew in the other direction.

She struck sharp punches and kicks, and dodged enemy shots. She had to use knives a couple of times. It was all like a shadow fight. Just the enemies did not exist in imagination, but in augmented reality.

Finally ten minutes left and Trish sat down wearily on the ground. She bought a modified vine with twenty shoots yesterday. But overnight, it perfectly settled on her head. In folded state the vine does not stand out at all from her hair.

Trish was very pleased with this improvement and the result of the task. Calming her breath, she got up and walked to the nearest exit from the forest.

***

Arena for the light mechs was four hundred meters in diameter. In addition to the entrance, there were three-meter hangars with mechs controlled by artificial intelligence in a circle. There was even one rank B mech! At least once, each student has tried on himself the great power of B rank.

This time a thin, pale guy entered the arena. Yesterday Brad, albeit with an incident, but got hold of a special medicine that brought his combat capabilities to the peak of F-rank.

In fact, this medicine was quite cheap and the nanorobot programs changed cells without any delicacy, including nerves. Therefore, Brad spent the whole night in a special medical box, screaming in pain. But it was worth it. Now he is almost E rank, and in the future there will certainly be more opportunities for improvement.

The few spectators were mainly guests of the planet, who came to support their fighters.

— Hey, where is his mech or power suit?

— Most likely this is a student of the academy, unlike us, their bodies are at least F-rank.

— What's the F rank? And what is mine then?

— Ha, your? You are an ordinary, rankless civilian. And they are elites or from special human races with various improvements.

— I hear the F rank isn't that cool. The maximum it can be compared to light mech. Any serious F mech will cut him like a fish. I don't say about heavy mechs.

"Zhzhzhzh mmm," the hangar doors opened, and insect-like mech slowly emerged from it. Two auxiliary drones followed.

A number of messages surfaced before Brad's eyes

— The battle will start in 10 seconds

— The battle will start in 9 seconds

...

— Start

The two figures rushed to meet each other and clashed in brutal close combat. Metal against flesh. Brad tried not to dodge, but to deflect blows and look for an opportunity to counterattack the mech. Unfortunately, his muscle strength was still not enough to strongly affect the heavier mech.

Finally, distracted by the drone at the head, Brad missed a powerful blow to the chest and flew to the other end of the arena.

The fight is stopped. Getting up heavily, Brad staggered towards the exit. Suddenly devastation came over him. Almost all the energy reserves of his body were spent on recovering from the blow.

— Although he lost, it was interesting to watch.

— Yeah, I filmed everything. It remains to come up with a hotter title.

***

Just half hour ago, Malcolm's body completely changed. It took three days, and unlike Brad, the process was painless. Now he is a proud E and may well compete with Bee on equal. There is only one thing left.

Malcolm entered a spacious, half-dark room. In the center was a large oval table with free snacks. The walls were lined with capsules for immersion in virtual reality.

The first purpose of the capsules is to protect the body from external influences. Went in and be calm, no one will disturb you, neither outside nor inside, because all unnecessary broadcasts are also suppressed.

The second purpose is scanning of the basic parameters of the organism with the ability to add standard additional organs and symbiotic organisms to the profile. After saving the profile, you can dive into the virtual task from anywhere in the academy with the specified body.

Malcolm climbed into the nearest capsule and immerse.

The moon shone brightly on the half-destroyed city. A weak breeze blew the dust here and there. Around there were buildings with broken windows. Mangled cars, robots, and mechs lay on the roads.

A piece of the wall collapsed behind and a drumper appeared in the opening. With a contemptuous snort, he jumped on Malcolm. Well, the beast was not lucky. While the drumper was in the air, Malcolm ducked under him and sent him to the third floor of the building behind him with a powerful punch in the stomach. Drumper did not stick his head out anymore, deciding to look for easier prey.

Wasted no time Malcolm ran on. His goal was to find and escort the lost scientist to the base.

***

— Sit down, Bee. They are the top officers of the clan.

— Yes, director, - Bee relaxed in the chair.

— Can you guess?

— Commotion because of psi?

— Yes! You are already part of the clan and we have invested a lot in you. But psionics, as you know, don't walk in droves on the streets. And if they are walking, they do not shout about it as you did yesterday.

— Just a joke.

— You joked strongly. Bee, try to act like a fighter, not a magician. But more to the point. This is a great chance for the clan. It is S grade medicine. Take it. The transformation takes place in two stages and painless. Everything is of the highest class. In return, you will now go to the hospital to the the secret laboratory. Don't be afraid, nothing muddy. They'll just take a few samples of your gene pool.

— Oh, the psi-clone army?

— No, what are you thinking? We'll make you a dozen brothers, maybe sisters too. One psionic for the entire clan will not be enough. Ideally, at least half of the teams should include one psionic.

— Bee, check your mail. The team has collected all the available information on developing psionic power. Which of this is true and which is not, nobody knows. For us, these are fairy tales and fantasy novels. However, you are a different matter. You can try it all.

— Bee, a team of scientists gave you access to a special diary. Write down your experiences, thoughts, etc., everything related to psi. And also you have access to the farm, if you need organs or a symbiotic, don't be shy.