"Let's hope that the rumors are true. If I'm able to obtain a basic magic armor pilot's license in there, I'll make a huge profit …"
At the crack of dawn, there were already two long lines at the entrance of the Game Church.
Unlike yesterday's pitiful situation, where there were no customers, today's AR03 virtual reality helmet was so popular that there were even people lining up in the middle of the night.
Sullon, an ordinary Seymour worker, held a wrinkled 300 New City Coins (equivalent to 300 God Tributes) in his pocket as he stood in the line. However, he was still rather hesitant.
For a Seymour family with a lower than average income, 300 God Tributes was no small sum. If they used it to improve their living standards, their family of three would be able to live quite comfortably for the next half a year.
Sullon was a happy bachelor who was able to feed his family, but as a new immigrant who worked odd jobs everywhere, the main problem was that no girl was interested in him.
However, Sullon finally made up his mind. He took out all of his savings and even borrowed some money from his fellow workers to purchase this "entertainment facility". Naturally, he had his own plans.
"I'm still young, and there's still room for improvement. If the rumors are true, and I'm able to learn basic magic armor pilot skills through this, then the magic armor pilot job at the docks … If everything goes well, it's even possible for my salary to be increased by five times! Not only that, my job will also be much easier! "
In this era of magical engineering, not only were magic armors a killing machine in battle, they were also extremely practical tools for daily life and production.
Every new city would definitely have a port that was filled with people. Transporting goods to and from the port was both time-consuming and inefficient.
Not long ago, a batch of transporter-type magic armors had arrived at the docks. Most of them were scrapped or half-scrapped military magic armors that had been dismantled and remodeled.
This batch of magic armors was of low quality and cheap, resulting in a high failure rate. Only experts and veterans would be able to operate them, but experts wouldn't be willing to work as transporters.
There was no helping it. The companies at the docks were hiring outsiders. Although they offered high salaries and benefits, they still didn't have any decent workers.
This wasn't a school for students to grow up in. Companies needed people who could work immediately. And currently, Vila Nova Dônia's official magic armor training organization was … basically zero.
Not only did the transporter-type magic armors at the docks require skilled workers, the construction magic armors at construction sites, the cleaners and maintenance workers needed to maintain the outer walls under lightning strikes, and so on. There were far too many second-level (non-combat) magic armor pilots required.
Training? Of course, those in need had considered training, but starting from scratch would not only require a large amount of time and money, but more importantly, they would have to provide experienced technicians and True Magic Armors for training … they were already short on manpower, so this was impossible to achieve. And even if they managed to train a local technician, who could guarantee that the local technician wouldn't leave because of the high salary offered by other places?
It was even more impossible for the Aishi Empire to charge for their training. Just the cost of hiring a teacher and renting a magic armor was enough to make the training fees an astronomical figure in the eyes of the Seymour Empire.
From a certain point of view, this was like a period of replacement between old and new in a certain region. Being a driver had become a professional skill that required two to three years of professional training before they could take up the job. Once they completed the training, they would become a treasure in the eyes of units and enterprises. Not only would they have a job title, a position, and a staff, they could even make a living off this skill for the rest of their lives.
However, after twenty to thirty years, there would be more and more people who could drive. This "iron rice bowl for life" would be taken off its pedestal and become an extremely simple life skill. The training would also change from the past three years of schooling to a simple training system where experienced people could casually teach and take an exam once they learned how to do it.
When it came to professional skills, the fewer people who knew how to use them, the more valuable, rare, and important they were. The more people used them, the more it would be a golden rice bowl.
In the current Ansorenne's Vila Nova Dônia, the magic armor driving skill was the "iron rice bowl for life".
The Game Church's technology for simulating the game world also unhesitatingly used this as their main selling point.
For a young Seymour Empire citizen like Sulone, if he was able to master the magic armor driving skill through this new product, he would be able to obtain more than just a skill to make a living.
"… If I have the magic armor driving skill, there should also be Aishi People's churches and companies that want to recruit me. Then, I'll have an official job. I'll be no different from those Aishi People, those snobbish little girls …"
Sulone hadn't been to school for many years, so he couldn't really tell what was different. He only faintly felt that if he had the magic armor driving skill, he would be able to become a member of a church or company. He would be completely accepted by this new city that was led by the Aishi People's values, and he would have a completely different future.
Most local youths like Sulone didn't have much education. Perhaps they had simple personalities and were able to endure hardships, but this city didn't lack youths who had endured hardships.
However, if they kept doing odd jobs, it would be impossible for them to truly integrate into society. What they needed was a job, a position, and an opportunity.
A single skill could truly change a person's life. Some opportunities simply couldn't be missed.
Standing at the end of the line, there were many people who chose to leave after hesitating for a while. However, as time passed, Sulone felt as if something was burning in his chest, and his will became more and more resolute.
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