Game control room.
The crisis alarm sounded sharply, and in the beam of light that appeared out of nowhere, the fake No. 39 fell out and fell heavily to the ground.
His face was pale, and he rushed towards the person in front of the console like a madman: "Why did you transmit me out at this time?! My superpowers are still inside! Someone stole it! Didn't you promise—"
Before he could finish his words, a circle of light suddenly appeared under his feet again.
The next second, the fake No. 39 had fallen heavily back to the position where he had just fallen out.
In the corner of the main control room, a man in black came over: "Sir."
"Well done." The person at the console said, "Keep monitoring."
The man in black bowed his head: "Yes."
Fake No. 39 climbed up using both hands and feet, still unwilling to give up, gritting his teeth and saying, "Just because I have the ability to teleport and guard you here, you can show off your power?! I'm complaining! Who is the person in charge of this crappy game of yours? Call him out!"
The person at the console: "It's me."
The fake No. 39 widened his eyes in astonishment.
"I'm the 'auditor.'" The man stood up and walked in front of the fake No. 39. "This is not a game, it's a selection."
The fake No. 39 slumped on the ground.
Just now, he suddenly realized with horror that no matter how hard he tried, he could not see the other person's appearance clearly.
Not only his appearance, but everything around him was slowly becoming blurry and weird in his eyes.
The reviewer said: "For example, three-dimensional is solid space, and two-dimensional is flat space."
The reviewer spoke in a flat voice, as if not paying any attention to the fake No. 39's reaction, and explained to the VIP player who complained: "A flat space is like a painting without any thickness. Usually, it cannot really affect what happens in a three-dimensional space... Can you understand?"
"What does this have to do with me!" Fake No. 39 screamed, "What did you do to me?!"
"Please be patient," the reviewer said.
"Complaints are a privilege enjoyed by VIP players and are also an unbreakable rule of the game. As long as VIPs complain, we must give a complete explanation."
Reviewer: "You, the ruler of this world, facing a Zerg attack in your dimension that is powerful enough to destroy the galaxy, have chosen to adjust the dimension of your world."
"The world will be divided into three dimensions."
"Some humans will be left in the original dimension. They will be implanted with data, fused with mechas, and transformed into a new Zerg, and cooperate with the Zerg to complete the first reproduction."
"The rest of humanity and the entire interstellar space will be reduced in dimension - those with special value will be reduced in dimension to 'cards' through reasonable means."
"When the world is reduced in dimension, a large amount of energy will escape. This energy is enough to support an asteroid to upgrade its dimension and become a new interstellar center."
The reviewer said: "The humans who migrated to that asteroid are the 'new humans' of your world."
Fake No. 39 finally heard the words that he was familiar with, and said hurriedly: "I am the new human! My right to know is level 6, my superpower is dream creation, and I have the legal right to hunt..."
The examiner listened to him patiently and nodded: "This shows that you were once rich."
"I'm not rich now!" Fake No. 39 gritted his teeth and said, "I still have 12 ability cards. I just need to import one at random—"
He was suddenly stunned.
As if he finally realized something, the last bit of color on his face faded away, and he turned completely pale.
"The game is played in a low-dimensional space, so in most cases, we are able to protect the safety of high-dimensional VIP players."
"But in low-dimensional space, you encounter deprivation at a granular level."
The reviewer said: "You have been deprived of 1.98 dimensions. To make it a round number, I will take the liberty of stripping you of the rest."
Fake No. 39: “???”
The reviewer stood up and said: "Now, you need to return to the world you belong to."
Fake No. 39 struggled desperately. He wanted to speak again, but found that the sound he made was also distorted by the strange space barrier and was completely swallowed up.
His vision seemed to suddenly detach from himself.
His body was becoming transparent, and the twelve supernatural cards he purchased were collected and floated into the card pool in the center of the game hall.
A strange light swept across his body and he heard a cold mechanical sound.
"Scan result: worthless, the card cannot be modified."
"Data processing begins."
"Basic information has been entered, useless information has been eliminated, and formatting is ready."
…
After an unknown amount of time, a mechanical beep sounded.
"Successfully imported into the low-dimensional world, confirmed the book, the new character has been generated, and the character's fate has been matched. The virtual memory has been implanted, status: waiting for recovery."
"Welcome to the Book Bureau."
Yu Tang swayed in the rain, and his body suddenly fell down, half-kneeling on the ground.
The system exclaimed: "Host!"
"It's not a big deal." Yu Tang said, "I just found out something."
The system was nervous and tried hard to find all kinds of treatment cards left by Mr. Zhan, and superimposed them on Yu Tang. "What's the matter?"
Yu Tang: "Before the fake No. 39 left, I peeled off a small particle and reassembled it in his body."
The system was stunned: "Why didn't I notice it?!"
Yu Tang smiled and said, "If you can find it, the person in charge of the game should also find it... I'm fine."
He was just a little tired.
In order not to attract the attention of the spectators and the game controller, he did not make any unnecessary moves after stripping off his own particles.
Yu Tang touched the wound on the inside of his wrist, took out a wristband from the warehouse in his sea of consciousness, and put it on his hand.
When the conflict occurred with the fake No. 39, Yu Tang had already made the entire plan.
Under the pretext of losing control of his emotions and beating up a VIP player, Yu Tang secretly peeled off a small piece of the pellet.
He had been peeling off the particles on the fake No. 39's body - the game would automatically repair the damage done to VIP players, and the healing process was very fast. In just a moment, all the particles were covered by the healed body particles and silently reassembled into the body of the fake No. 39.
Feng Qing doesn't have the ability to do it yet, but Yu Tang can definitely do it.
As long as he wanted, he could transfer his consciousness into any part of his body and share the feeling of the moment.
Yu Tang's original intention was to follow the clues and find out the origin of the fake VIP No. 39 qualification and the true identity of the group of spectators who were selecting cards.
The system put on the mecha model left by Zhan Chen, left his sea of consciousness, and supported Yu Tang to sit under the tree with a worried look on his face: "What did the host find?"
Yu Tang patted the little mecha's head and said, "It's better for you not to know."
The system was a little anxious: "Host!"
Yu Tang leaned against the tree trunk, set a countdown alarm for himself, took out a bottle of refreshing brain tonic and inserted a straw.
…
Not long ago, he was also very anxious because Zhan Chen knew the secret but refused to tell him.
He felt that he was already a powerful light ball who could help Zhan Chen and find a way to make Zhan Chen better.
Zhan Chen just touched him, his voice gentle and guilty: "Sorry... Da Guangtuan."
Zhan Chen looked at him seriously, with a light in his quiet black eyes that he couldn't understand: "I can't say it."
Until now, Yu Tang still didn't know what the secret was that Zhan Chen couldn't tell him, but looking at the system running around in a panic, he understood Zhan Chen's feelings for the first time.
… He discovered the truth about the “book”.
Yu Tang drank the entire vial in one gulp: "Do you really know?"
The system was so anxious that neon lights flashed.
Yu Tang said: "This was once a real world."
system:"??"
Yu Tang put the empty medicine bottle back into his mind, then peeled himself a piece of candy and put it in his mouth.
—Before becoming a lower-level world of the Book Transmigration Bureau, it was once a completely free and independent interstellar civilization.
Until a part of the real core forces among the conservatives that Pu Ying had been trying to track down traded a piece of interstellar space to a terminal.
The fake No. 39 was just an individual case of "exile". Many more ordinary people living in this world have been stripped away from another dimension without knowing it.
They become the protagonist, supporting characters and NPCs.
"Three dimensions are solid space, and two dimensions are flat space—just like a painting."
"It's the same in other dimensions."
Yu Tang: "In high-dimensional space, we can use the dimensionality difference to paint on low-dimensional space."
They exist in a civilization of higher dimensions, using dimensional differences as brushes to smear, add, delete, and modify the fate of ordinary people.
"For example, Luo Ran," Yu Tang said, "If he and his parents had not been recruited by a book, they would have lived according to their original destiny."
“But as the first page of this book was turned, they were also chosen to become supporting characters and NPCs in this story.”
"If they are obedient enough, they will completely deviate from their original destiny and be deprived of the future they were supposed to have. They need to go through the entire plot, and then be recycled as cards or high-level data and reused."
The system said: "If you are not obedient enough..."
"If he is not obedient enough." Yu Tang said, "the host will descend into the world and help him to be obedient."
The system is stuck.
"At present, it seems that the rules of the Book Bureau are absolutely neutral. I believe that this is not the truth of the Book Bureau."
Yu Tang said: "But this should be the truth of the terminal and the truth of the whole world."
…
Yu Tang tapped the tree trunk twice: "Mr. Tree, do you understand?"
The system had not yet recovered from the sudden knowledge of the truth. It looked up in surprise and looked behind Yu Tang.
The tree's crown swayed, shaking off the rain, and it quietly disappeared in the lush jungle that had no end in sight.
The person standing there was a middle-aged man with only one arm. The left sleeve of his shirt was empty. From his shoulder to his neck, there was a conspicuous and horrifying scar.
The man adjusted his glasses and looked at Yu Tang, smiling: "Little brother, you know I'm a superpower, and you still dare to come here to take shelter from the rain?"
Yu Tang didn't say anything.
He put the mecha model back into his sea of consciousness and stood up.
Four or five psychics slowly surrounded them. All of them had strong bodies and it was obvious that they had received extremely professional fighting and killing training. Conspicuous sparks were already jumping between their fingers.
"Host, I am the 49th Psychic, with A-level physical abilities!"
The system suppressed all thoughts, prioritized protecting the host, and entered an emergency combat readiness state: "According to the information revealed in the current message, his ability is mimicry, turning his body into part of the environment - so his current bet is also the highest."
He is also the only player among all the existing psychics who cannot be restricted by the first round of rules.
The setting of the game world is that outsiders are not welcome, but the A-level mimicry ability can actively assimilate with any environment and cannot be identified by the environment, so naturally it cannot be assimilated again.
"Many people who watched the game live were looking for him."
System: "But he is too hard to find. As long as he wants, no one can distinguish him from the environment in the picture. So far, there is no single live broadcast room for him..."
Yu Tang: "My single live broadcast room?"
The system flipped through the pages carefully: "Not yet... Host, they modified the live broadcast footage."
Many of the "VIPs" who come to hunt are still busy with their work and lives. They just come to enjoy the excitement and pleasure of hunting and do not want others to know their true identities.
In order to meet the demands of VIPs, the game will modify the scenes happening in their area during the live broadcast, and announce to the outside world that the psychics died due to violating the rules of the game.
The audience watching the live broadcast did not see the actual conflict between Yu Tang and the fake No. 39.
Up to now, the inevitable fights have already happened to most of the psychics, and their strength rankings have been roughly divided into the first one.
Yu Tang had been wandering around in marginal areas, and was classified as "lucky and hasn't been caught yet". Apart from a few people speculating about his abilities, not many people paid attention to him anymore.
A ball of silver metal particles slowly swirled in Yu Tang's palm.
He diverted his attention and watched the system use more than twenty small accounts to browse the message area and sort out the information of the remaining psychics for him.
No. 27 has a gentle appearance and looks like an ordinary student, but in fact, as long as he infuses his mental power into any object, it can become a sniper target.
No. 56 is a young man with pigtails on his head. His mental power has properties similar to those of explosives. When mixed into the environment, he can create explosions of different scales at will.
No. 71 was wearing noise-isolating headphones. His hearing and vision were far superior to those of ordinary people. When he concentrated, he could see through fixed targets within a hundred meters, and his hearing range was also about a hundred meters.
"The other two are all B-level, and the other one is A-level right in front of the host, number 93."
The system said: "His ability is strengthening. He can strengthen any part of his body at will... According to the message, his domain is himself. After strengthening to the limit, he can even be immune to 90% of physical attacks."
Yu Tang looked at the middle-aged man with his head lowered: "Is this all your forces?"
No. 49 nodded: "Yes."
"Perhaps you don't believe it, but we have no ill will towards you, and we don't want to do anything to you."
No. 49 said: "You are in my area now, and the live broadcast will not capture it. Let me ask you, what you just said, are you saying it intentionally to me?"
"Want to know?"
Yu Tang raised his hand, and the silver metal particles condensed into a dagger with an extremely simple shape. He held it in his hand: "I will tell you if you win."
The system was startled: "Host!"
"Shh." Yu Tang knocked it in his sea of consciousness, "Quick, let the little blue card come out to fight."
system:"… "
The fighting card left by Shi Ji took over his body. After a moment of hesitation, he rushed forward with the dagger in his hand.
The system said: "Host, the little blue card is uncomfortable..."
Yu Tang concentrated on kneading the plasticine: "I'm revising it."
The system floated in the sea of consciousness. It had no idea why the host was fighting when his physical and mental strength were at their limits, but it still tried its best to help and added a wooden handle to the dagger.
The dagger turned half a circle in Yu Tang's palm, and he held the blade in his backhand and lowered his shoulder to charge at No. 71 in front of him.
No. 71 was stunned and had no time to react before he was forced close to him and had to resist hastily.
The other few people did not expect Yu Tang to suddenly attack. They were filled with uncontrollable anger and surrounded Yu Tang together.
The middle-aged man stood aside, not taking any action, watching the battle in the field.
Based on the current situation, it is difficult to judge the true superpowers of this young man - he seems to not need any superpowers at all, and just relying on that hard-to-defend-against dagger is enough to deal with it.
No. 27 hid behind a tree, and none of his bullets, which were infused with his spiritual power, really hit the target, and could only barely graze the corners of the opponent's clothes. The explosion created by No. 56 failed to stop him, but was instead used by the opponent to become the best barrier to hinder No. 93.
Although they were not on the same path at the beginning, they had experienced too many life-and-death crises and had already developed a tacit understanding of cooperation.
In front of that strange young man, this tacit understanding suddenly became vulnerable.
If he really wanted to kill someone, No. 71's neck might have been cut open as soon as they met.
The middle-aged man looked at the situation on the field, his brows furrowed more and more.
Yu Tang dodged the fierce punch and ran away. He did not fight with the A-level hardening ability, and slashed out with the dagger.
No. 27 dodged instinctively, but he didn't expect that Yu Tang's dagger would suddenly turn halfway and stab. His companion on the other side couldn't react in time, and the dagger with a sharp cold light pierced directly into his chest.
The A-level enhanced psychic's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared and pounced on him, his hardened hands grabbing towards Yu Tang's shoulders like iron clamps.
The middle-aged man shouted: "Stop!"
He only had one arm, and had no time to stop it. A branch that stretched out from the side had already blocked his entire attack.
The middle-aged man stretched out his arms and caught Yu Tang’s body which had fallen down due to exhaustion.
No. 71 was still standing there in a trance. The moment the dagger pierced his chest, it quietly disintegrated, leaving only a piece of scattered silver particles.
The middle-aged man hugged Yu Tang and asked anxiously: "Who are you? Do you know S7? Do you know Zhuang Yu?!"
Yu Tang relaxed slightly in his sea of consciousness.
…There are too many counterfeits in this book.
So many that he could no longer fully trust anyone, and could only use this method to try to find a pair of secret codes.
The system was startled by this sentence, and asked in its sea of consciousness: "Host, who is this person? How does he know about S7 and Captain Zhuang?"
"Because they were originally together."
Yu Tang said: "The people they recruit for the special operations team are all the same... assaulters, snipers, observers, demolitions, nothing new at all."
The system followed what Yu Tang said and matched the abilities of those people one by one, and was stunned.
"His last name is Sui Zhengfan. He is the instructor of the special operations team, and his wife is the team doctor of the special operations team."
Yu Tang said: "He lost that arm while rescuing Sheng Tiancheng. Because of that injury, he had to retire from the front line and failed to take over as the next captain of the special operations team."
Yu Tang couldn't remember exactly, so he thought about it carefully and said, "I remember I didn't throw them that far..."
The system noticed Yu Tang's physical data and was a little worried: "Host."
"It's not a big deal." Yu Tang said, "With Senior Zhan not here, nothing will happen to me."
The system looked at the neatly folded blanket, flashing a small red light, and said nothing, trying its best to help him adjust his physical condition within its capabilities.
Yu Tang left the sea of consciousness and met Sui Zhengfan's anxious gaze: "S7 is fine, Zhuang Yu and Nie Chi are also fine."
Sui Zhengfan put his arm around him, his shoulders and back tensed, still looking at him with a frown.
Yu Tang asked: "Have you been deceived many times?"
"Don't talk for now... You've been severely exhausted."
Sui Zhengfan said: "We have the ability to heal. You take a rest for a while, I will ask you something—"
"I am that ball of light." Yu Tang said, "I am looking for the human I lost."
Sui Zhengfan's voice suddenly stopped.
He looked at Yu Tang carefully.
… This is a conversation that takes place in a lightning storm.
No one will know about it, nor will anyone use it to deceive him, giving him the best chance to find the comrade he brought into the special forces.
"... You've worked hard." Sui Zhengfan's tone softened. "Take a rest. I'll take you to see the team doctor."
Yu Tang shook his head: "No, it's dangerous to be with me. I'll just say a few words to you and leave."
He came under the tree on purpose and spoke those words because he sensed the familiar particle fluctuations.
The person in charge of the game has confirmed that he has the ability to strip dimensions and will not remain indifferent. Yu Tang needs to tell the truth of this matter to a reliable person.
If he had to suffer another concussion, at least someone would be there to bring the truth out.
Yu Tang was about to stand up, but Sui Zhengfan had already leaned down, put one arm around his back, and picked up the cold and limp young man.
"I am a member of the special forces. This is our duty."
Sui Zhengfan's tone was gentle, but like every special forces member he met, he was stubborn and unquestionable: "Until you find him, we will protect you."