Third reason: They can become stronger in the game.
The game character grows stronger just like real humans do through training and drills. Players will see real improvement in their gameplay—better reflexes, faster reactions, sharper commands, greater focus. You can provide them with proper military training inside the game, so they'll want to join you to get stronger and improve their skills.
Fourth reason—and the most important one:
I told you the game character is exactly like a real human body. It can grow stronger the same way real people do. Now think about this: if you offer them real breathing techniques—and later, if you decide, even parts of the cultivation system—their game character will learn it. Once they master the breathing technique in the game, they can simply use it in real life and begin their own cultivation journey.
Now tell me—will they still refuse to join the military?
Mordan's eyes widened. The first three reasons were good, but this last one… it felt like a gift from heaven.
Right now, every civilian in the country wanted to learn breathing techniques and become a cultivator. But only nations and large organizations had access to the techniques created by Xinxuan. No one else had found or created any others (except India).
And the main reason Eternal Ascendancy became so famous wasn't just that it was a VR game.
It was the cultivation element inside it.
Players loved cultivation. They craved it.
If they heard the military was offering real breathing techniques—even just that—they would come running.
Not just Indian civilians. People from other countries would flood in too.
And Mordan could recruit them. Turn them into spies.
Of course, other nations would notice. They'd copy him—create their own sects in the game, recruit players, train them, making them spies.
But India would still hold the advantage.
Because he had better breathing techniques.
And not just techniques—he had the full real cultivation system.
He also had a head start.
He needed to move fast and organize everything properly.
Just as he was thinking more, Sir Heart spoke again—dropping even more shocking information.
"You can also create special spaces in the world lobby. Make them your headquarters inside the game. If people want to join, they can go straight there. They won't even need to manually apply to your sect."
"You can build labs, official buildings, anything you need—just like in real life in your sect lobby."
"You can create anything instantly in the game. Your sect lobby will be your own private hideout. You can hold secret meetings there. No other nation will know."
"You can create other jobs too—scientists, doctors, teachers, government officials, everything."
Heart Clone continued in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.
"This game is not just for fun or fighting. It's a full virtual world—parallel to the real one. People can live complete lives inside it. Work, study, meet, build places to live… everything they do in real life, they can do there. It's another real layer of existence."
Mordan listened quietly. The more he heard, the more he saw the vast future unfolding.
People going to virtual jobs while their real bodies rested safely at home.
Children attending virtual schools—teachers teaching, students learning, exams happening—all without leaving their beds.
Doctors holding virtual appointments, diagnosing patients from anywhere.
Teachers running classes, families gathering for virtual meals, friends meeting in virtual parks.
No commuting. No traffic. No risk. Bodies stayed safe, fed, and rested in the real world. Minds lived fully in the virtual one.
But doubts still came.
Mordan asked carefully,
"But sir… if everyone starts living most of their time in the VR world, how will the real world keep running? Who operates the machines? Who maintains the nuclear plants, power grids, factories, hospitals? If people are inside the game all day, the physical world will collapse."
Heart Clone gave a small nod.
"Hmm… it's okay. I will help you create AI—advanced, reliable AI—that can handle all of that. Machines, plants, infrastructure… they don't need humans watching every second. With the right AI, they run safely and efficiently, 24/7. Humans only step in when truly needed. The rest of the time, people can live, work, learn, and grow inside the game without the real world falling apart."
Mordan's eyes brightened.
"But sir… even if scientists come into the game to work, where will they get the machines and equipment?"
Heart Clone smiled faintly.
"Well, I will add a function. You can scan any machine or equipment with a special device, and the game will create an exact copy inside the game world. Perfect duplicate—functioning the same way. No materials needed. It's all virtual. And you'll also receive a special AI that can maintain your sect lobby—run daily operations, security, logistics, everything."
Mordan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He could see it now.
Machines that were nearly impossible to duplicate in real life—high-end servers, experimental reactors, rare medical scanners—could be copied instantly in the game.
Scientists wouldn't be limited to one machine. They could duplicate it as many times as needed.
No waiting for funding or rare parts.
No bottlenecks.
It opened a future he hadn't dared imagine.
And with an AI to maintain the sect lobby, he wouldn't have to split his attention between the real world and the game. Everything could run smoothly.
He had one last question.
"Sir, if the scientists make any discovery or create something in the game world, how can they—"
Heart Clone interrupted gently.
"I know your worry. You don't want to waste time recreating the same thing again in the real world. Don't worry—your special AI will tell you exactly how to do it."
Mordan smiled, a quiet joy rising in his chest.
Sir Heart is the best.
Heart Clone then added,
"And remember—other nations will find this sooner or later. They will do the same. But they don't have full information. I gave you the details first, so you have the lead. Hold it tightly. Don't lose it. Okay?"
"Yes, sir," Mordan said as he watched the projection fade away.
He sighed inwardly.
So Sir Heart will not just give us this special permission…