By using virtual reality, he could increase the probability of hitting the core in the real world.
The reason Morrow came up with this idea was that he knew someone who lived in "cyberspace."
And that Hacker Hunter was the Single-Star Hacker Hunter named Ickshonpe, who had created the Greed Island game with Ging.
Since it was possible to construct a relatively realistic world within a computer, it shouldn't be theoretically difficult to create a targeted virtual reality for combat simulation.
By first using the giant hornets to conduct multiple comprehensive reconnaissance missions, they could collect data on the Sandworms' gas core formation, movement patterns, and environment to build a virtual model program.
Then, based on this model, he could create conditions for himself to run repeated simulation tests.
Of course.
A simulation was, after all, just a way to increase the success rate; it couldn't guarantee a foolproof outcome.
Its true value lay in providing one more possible response when facing a crisis.
Therefore, in an environment where any common sense and rules could be subverted, it was worth going all out to prepare, even if the simulation only offered the slightest increase in possibility.
Morrow naturally couldn't expect to achieve a foolproof plan this way.
Only the ignorant would delude themselves into thinking they could reduce risk to zero.
Since he had decided to go to that new world... he had to be mentally prepared and resolved to face a "desperate situation" at any moment.
"Ging, I have an idea."
Morrow suddenly looked at Ging.
At that moment, Ging's thoughts were focused on how to confirm the location information of that sandy land.
Hearing Morrow's voice, he couldn't help but meet the other's gaze.
"Let's hear it."
He said, quite curious.
Morrow then explained his idea of a simulated confrontation.
He later added, "If, after all these preparations, the risk is still higher than taking the air route from the six continents, then we don't have to be fixated on this shortcut, even if it means we might spend more time."
The teleportation power of the Klein Bottle could allow the team to jump directly to the Dark Continent.
This was equivalent to avoiding the risks of the journey from the six continents to the Dark Continent, and it would also save a lot of time.
But if the risks outweighed the benefits, choosing a safer method was the wise move.
Although Morrow felt a sense of urgency, he also knew very well that if he wanted to achieve his goal of seizing hope, he couldn't rush it.
"Using a virtual game to simulate real combat... We can use the wasps to collect data. That's indeed an approach worth trying."
As a veteran gamer, Ging was no stranger to the concept of virtual games.
His friend Ickshonpe had once invited him into cyberspace.
That place was, in essence, a leap from reality into a virtual space existing within the computer network.
It was just that for the residents of that world, the real world was more like an external server that required logging in.
"I have a friend who's a Two-Star Hacker Pro Hunter. He might be able to help you realize this idea."
Thinking of Ickshonpe, Ging brought him up.
But as he looked at Morrow, a flicker of contemplation, not easily noticed, crossed the depths of his eyes.
However, his entire focus was now on the sandy land at the Klein Bottle's coordinates, and he had no time to delve into details unrelated to this matter.
Seeing Ging proactively mention Ickshonpe, Morrow no longer needed to find an opening in the conversation.
But even if Ging could get Ickshonpe to help, Morrow would decisively give up on using the Klein Bottle to go to the Dark Continent if the risk was still too high.
Ging could naturally see Morrow's attitude.
What he could do was to do his utmost to help Morrow's team clear the obstacles.
This was helping Morrow's current team, and it was also helping his future self who would be going to the Dark Continent.
Moreover, he could get a sense of participation in exploring the Dark Continent while "abiding by the agreement." Where else could he find such a good deal?
One could say that Ging was even more motivated than Morrow.
If those who had been ruthlessly exploited by Ging like workhorses were to see him now proactively taking on the role of a workhorse and working so enthusiastically, one could only wonder what they would think.
A moment later.
Ging left the house, planning to contact Ickshonpe first.
To contact Ickshonpe in a short amount of time, he had to use a computer.
If he used a phone, he could only leave Ickshonpe a message.
After Ging left, Morrow did not continue to send giant hornets to the sandy land.
After all, the Klein Bottle's energy was limited, and the battle between the two Sandworms wouldn't end anytime soon.
Sending more wasps to scout under these circumstances would be pointless.
In fact, if it weren't for these gaseous lifeforms that could trigger cataclysmic weather, the team could have used the swarm of wasps for large-scale reconnaissance to collect as much environmental information as possible.
On one hand, they could plan a route out of the desert in advance. On the other, they could use the observed topographical features as references to try and determine their approximate location.
Unfortunately, the coordinate point recorded by the Klein Bottle did not bring the team such luck.
But this was the Dark Continent, after all. Any hardship or obstacle was something they would have to face sooner or later.
While waiting for news from Ging, Morrow tried to inscribe the Divine Script on a wasp himself.
He had carefully observed Ging's entire process just now, and when he put it into practice, he looked quite the part.
However, he ultimately lacked Ging's masterful Divine Script technique, so he couldn't succeed on the first or second try.
But after several failures, Morrow gradually got the hang of it and figured out the core essentials.
About half an hour later, under the gazes of his teammates, he successfully inscribed the Divine Script onto a giant hornet.
But this was far from enough.
The upcoming action plan might require frequently dispatching wasps to that sandy land.
Therefore, they had to prepare more wasps inscribed with Divine Script.
Morrow began to focus wholeheartedly on inscribing Divine Script on one wasp after another.
The rest of the team watched this scene quietly, not finding it surprising.
However, when Ging returned from outside and saw that Morrow had already inscribed a considerable number of Divine Script wasps, he couldn't hide his astonishment.
"This isn't a technique you can master just by watching it once."
He placed the computer he brought back on the table, casually plucked a wasp from the air, and after carefully examining the Divine Script on its body, he couldn't help but look at Morrow with an amazed expression.
As a master who had already perfected the use of Divine Script, Ging knew better than anyone what level Morrow's Divine Script skill was at, and he understood even more the difficulty of manipulating another person's aura for fine inscription.
This was most likely not accomplished purely through Divine Script techniques, but rather by forcefully finding the key points through a Nen Technique that achieved the same result through a different path.
Meeting Ging's astonished gaze, Morrow nodded and said, "Indeed. Luckily, you inscribed it twice, and I watched twice. That's how I managed to master it."
"..."
Ging was rarely this speechless.
He shook his head and got straight to the point. "Ickshonpe said that as long as we can provide accurate data, building a model program for simulation is a very easy matter."
"That's great."
A faint light flashed in Morrow's eyes.
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For the next two days.
Morrow and his group continued to observe the sandy land using the giant hornets.
They witnessed the two Sandworms finally decide a victor.
One of them was smashed into scattered sand, and the heatwave-like distorted gaseous matter that should have been enveloped by the sand was directly dispersed by a ruthless gust of wind from the victorious Sandworm.
After two days of fighting, the endless yellow sand carried by the victorious Sandworm crashed down onto the sandy ground like a collapsing skyscraper, kicking up a monstrous wave of sand.
When the sand wave subsided, the gaseous matter was nowhere to be seen, having likely submerged deep into the sand.
As the Sandworm confrontation ended, the cataclysm-like effects temporarily subsided.
Fortunately, thanks to this ready-made intense clash, they were able to collect more detailed data.
At the same time, the wasp scouts were able to explore further.
However, before they had flown more than a few kilometers, five distinct, towering columns of yellow sand appeared at the edge of their vision, like raging spinning tops, violently colliding and tangling in the sky above the desert.
This scene shocked everyone.
They finally realized that the first two Sandworms were not rare at all.
At least on this boundless expanse of yellow sand, they were almost everywhere.
It was no wonder that no rocks, plants, or even traces of other creatures could be seen in this desert.
Amidst such fierce battles and collisions, no living creature should be able to survive here.
At the same time, Morrow and the others gradually understood.
These Sandworms were perhaps fighting for territory.
Just like the flying creatures above the Dark Sea that fought ceaselessly for airspace, the gaseous lifeforms beneath this desert were also engaged in a perpetual war for territory.
With this discovery, Morrow and the others soon observed gaseous lifeforms emerging from the depths of the yellow sand and rapidly condensing massive sandy bodies on multiple occasions.
Territorial disputes seemed to be the trigger for these gaseous lifeforms to appear.
Although the process from their appearance to the condensation of their sandy bodies was extremely fast, as long as there was a gap, Morrow had a chance to directly attack their cores before they were fully formed.
The entire data collection work lasted for a full week.
Morrow and the others provided all the data collected during this period to Ickshonpe.
During the collection process, they had planned to have the giant hornets try to find a route out of the sandy land, but the territorial disputes between the Sandworms were too intense.
The aftershocks of the battles alone made it impossible for the wasps, as tiny as grains of sand, to advance a single step.
In the end, considering the energy consumption of the Klein Bottle, they decided to temporarily postpone reconnaissance into more distant areas.
In the following days, the team could only wait patiently for news from Ickshonpe.
Only Ging was incredibly busy.
To confirm the approximate location of the sandy land, he integrated all the information about the Dark Continent, not even sparing the ancient records from the era of the Kukan'yu Kingdom.
Trying to pinpoint the specific coordinates of the sandy land from such a vast and complex collection of documents was undoubtedly a massive undertaking.
But Ging had no complaints.
He even re-read the travelogue written by Don Freecss, trying to find any clues about that desert or those gaseous Sandworms between the lines.
While Ging was buried in a sea of information, Ickshonpe took less than three days to construct a spherical virtual space in cyberspace, modeled after the sandy land.
To him, this was essentially no different from developing a "game."
As long as the provided structural data was complete enough, it was like he had built a dedicated game engine. Just as he said, it wasn't difficult to implement.
The only difference was, if it took too little time, the construction of the scene would inevitably be crude.
Conversely, if given ample time to prepare, it could be as detailed as reality.
Ickshonpe only took three days.
In his words, since it took that long, it was definitely a complete product.
"I've already set up an entrance on the computer over there. Now, just use Hatsu on the computer, and you can directly transfer your consciousness in."
A cartoon avatar that bore some resemblance to Ickshonpe himself was displayed on the computer screen.
When his voice came from the speakers, the avatar trembled slightly with the sound waves.
"But before you 'officially enter the game,' there's something I must remind you all."
After explaining how to enter, Ickshonpe's tone, though as calm as a machine, conveyed a sense of gravity that could not be ignored.
"If your consciousness dies in there, although it's not death in the true sense, I don't need to explain much. You should understand the mechanism of 'Vow and Limitation'..."
His voice was flat, but every word was clear. "In this virtual world, which is supported more by Vow effects, the higher the realism, the stronger the sensory feedback will naturally be. Simply put, you can experience 'reality' without bearing the risk of death. So, when you die in the virtual world, you will have to endure a death feedback that is several times, or even more than ten times, stronger. That's reasonable, right?"
"..."
Hearing Ickshonpe's explanation, Biscuit and the others looked at each other.
They seemed to understand why Ickshonpe was able to create a virtual game space that he claimed was indistinguishable from reality in such a short time.
This was simply making maximum use of the Vows and Limitations mechanism!
Morrow, however, didn't care about the death penalty Limitation Ickshonpe mentioned.
He was completely desensitized in that regard.
He just noticed that the method Ickshonpe mentioned for transferring consciousness was identical to the method for entering the Greed Island game before.
Only this time, it was truly sending one's consciousness into a virtual world, no longer just a spatial transfer in reality.
"Let me be the first to try it."
Ging, with his messy hair and heavy dark circles, walked into the room at this moment.
He volunteered to be the first to try, not to satisfy his personal interest, but to quietly allay the others' concerns in this way.
After all, besides him, no one on the team knew Ickshonpe.
From this point, one could also see Ging's delicate way of handling things.
Naturally, no one had any objection to his proposal.
They watched as Ging used Hatsu on the computer. The next second, his body froze in place.
The computer screen simultaneously displayed the scene from the virtual world.
However, just as the screen lit up, a highly condensed blast of strong wind slammed into Ging's body.
And so, Ging went in.
Ging got instantly wrecked.
"Ickshonpe, you bastard!"
Ging, whose consciousness was kicked back to reality, certainly understood that this was Ickshonpe giving him special treatment. As he frowned slightly, he endured the death feedback that was more than ten times stronger than reality.
Ickshonpe said faintly, "This is a real result, you know."
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