Central Star, Security Department.
The Secret Service was in chaos. The indicator lights representing the agents kept going out, the clerical agents were running back and forth anxiously, and the phone kept ringing.
"What's going on?!" The director of the Secret Service said in a deep voice, "What on earth went wrong?"
The clerk in front of him turned pale with fear and whispered, "We... all the people we sent to the 'boat' have lost contact. We are still investigating the cause..."
The director of the Secret Service had a gloomy look on his face and walked quickly to the surveillance screen.
…
The existence of the "terminal" had already been known within the Security Department.
They had long known that the conservatives had traded this star system away - what was traded was a higher-dimensional civilization in this universe, which could easily strip away and change the dimension of their plane and obliterate the world they were in.
Those conservative conspirators picked a small planet at the edge of the universe as their "ship". Rich and powerful people continued to migrate there, using it as the starting point of a new world.
The original galaxy where they were located was reduced to a low-dimensional civilization that could be manipulated by anyone and lost all autonomy.
Faced with such a desperate situation, the Security Department was divided into two factions.
One faction, led by the Special Investigation Division, advocated defending the Central Star without retreating, and launched a counterattack in conjunction with the Electronic Storm, formally declaring war on the High Dimensional Ming.
The other faction is the Secret Service.
They secretly sent some agents to sneak into the small planet called "Ark" in the form of immigrants and accepted the transformation of the new humans.
The Secret Service's goal is to try to occupy that small planet as a refuge for the entire world and exile those culprits who traded the stars into the universe.
…But now, all the agents sent to the "Ship" have lost contact at the same time!
"The last thing the agents we sent to lurk around detected was a ball of light appearing in the game's main control room."
The clerk agent whispered, "We only know that she was sent out from inside the game world... The one who was supposed to come out was No. 93."
"He, like our other agents, used the Alliance's funding to disguise himself as a wealthy businessman or heir to a consortium, and entered the game as a 'VIP'."
"The rules of the game don't apply to them, and they can also purchase the necessary skill cards at any time as a means of saving their lives."
The internal agent frowned: "In theory, even if we really encounter some unmanageable danger, we will be teleported out instantly..."
What could be transmitted was only a ball of light.
…
In other words, it is not a "ball" of light.
After zooming in on the surveillance footage at the time, it can be seen that what was actually transmitted was just an inconspicuous spot of light.
The director of the Secret Service was confused and said, "What did the Science Department say? Any speculation?!"
"…Yes." The office agent whispered, "The Science Department suspects that this is a 'singularity'."
In the current exploration of the origin of the universe, this is the most likely speculation—the universe was born in an explosion, and the source of the explosion was a point with infinite density, immeasurable space-time curvature, and infinitesimal volume.
"They said... it can be interpreted as this point of light being a game world that has been compressed to an extreme."
"This game world swallowed up No. 93 and became a new connection point, which was teleported to the game's main control room."
The clerk swallowed hard: "It was supposed to be a damaged point in space and time, capable of absorbing all matter and energy, but when it was sent out, it reached its limit..."
"What a mess!"
The director of the Secret Service gritted his teeth and said, "Let's make it short! I want to know the result!"
Internal Agent: "…it exploded."
The explosion destroyed the dimensional difference and also destroyed the "boat".
The low-dimensional game world broke free from the control of the new connection point, expanded in the opposite direction, and swallowed up the small planet.
Everyone on the small planet was drawn into this battle royale game.
…
The director of the Secret Service stood in front of the surveillance camera.
"People are also disappearing on the central planet."
The clerk agent was sweating coldly as he quickly read the scientific department's speculation: "The ordinary world has no effect... This game world should devour people according to the dimension.
"So far, everyone on our monitoring list who has bought a skill card has been pulled into the game."
The office agent said: "This is a real battle royale game. So far, there is no way to exit the game... Director?"
The Secret Service Director took two steps back and slammed his head against the table.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He grabbed the office agent and said, "Is there any way to remove the skill card immediately? Science Department, is there any way?"
The office agent was stunned.
He almost couldn't believe what he heard, opened his mouth and whispered: "Aren't we... not allowed to buy skill cards?"
"Aren't those human lives?" The voice of the office agent became lower and lower. "We have seen the surveillance. We know the truth about the skill cards. Every skill card is a living person..."
He didn't say anything and looked around blankly.
Not only the director of the Secret Service, many people were frantically rummaging through their bodies, and some kept pulling out strange cards and throwing them away.
The office agent had just joined the Secret Service not long ago, and his face turned pale when he saw the chaos around him.
"This is a trap!" The director of the Secret Service had bloodshot eyes. "It was the trap set by the terminal. It lured us. It was too easy. You can't imagine how easy it was..."
It is so easy to gain power.
The cards are placed in front of you, and anyone can choose any of them. As long as you have the cards, you will have incredible abilities.
Initially, the Secret Service secretly purchased cards in preparation for the future occupation of the small planet.
This is really a very legitimate reason.
They had to resort to this method in order to save the world - they wanted to occupy the Noah's Ark, select people who were worthy of survival, who could reproduce and continue this civilization, and send them to the small planet.
They are the saviors.
To this end, they can secretly fund and shelter unscrupulous laboratories, illegally dispose of donated bodies, use all legal or illegal means to capture electronic storms, and even execute agents who refuse to cooperate.
Those cards can give people power. Just put them in front of you and you can reach them with just a stretch of your hand.
…
"Electronic storms can strip people of their abilities, right? Have the Science Department research this immediately!"
The director of the Secret Service said urgently: "Where is the data of the agent who was originally sent to capture the electronic storm? Check it out. He must have said some useful information before he died!"
He thought the person who was looking up the information was too slow, so he pushed the person away, entered his identity code, and opened the top-secret database.
All the content here is about dangerous people that the Secret Service has to secretly execute for the sake of "alliance security."
The director of the Secret Service Bureau's hands were shaking. "His name is Zhan Chen. You guys should look for him quickly. He was an agent. He was nineteen when he died. He was sent to the laboratory that studies electronic storms as an undercover agent..."
He searched for information in vain, but it was too late.
An agent only managed to shout out in fear before he even had a chance to struggle before he was completely swallowed up by the strange air wave.
Two people, three people.
The range covered by the singularity explosion is a complete dimensional world.
"I can give it back! I'm willing to strip away my abilities!"
The director of the Secret Service screamed, "These cards are from that game! Someone else killed them, and it would be a waste if they are not used..."
The world swallowed him up.
The clerk agent's face was pale. Fear made him unable to move a step. He sat on the ground trembling.
The video footage that the Director of the Secret Service had been trying so hard to find was finally loaded and popped up on the screen.
The person who was forcibly restrained in the instrument was an agent who was too young.
The set of instruments he was connected to was a confidential research project of the Secret Service and the Department of Science. It could work with the system implanted in the human body to forcibly read a person's memory and search for useful information in it.
"What's the point of you resisting?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a white coat. He pushed up his old-fashioned glasses and looked at the agent: "As long as you turn on the instrument, you will know everything."
The young agent smiled slightly: "Really?"
His brows were warm and solemn, and his eyes seemed to have walked through a long and cold night.
"Humans are very weak," the agent said. "This weakness makes us want to find stronger abilities and use more powerful weapons to protect ourselves."
“It’s not wrong.”
The young agent said: "After I die, you can transform me into a mecha, and I can fight for humanity."
The director of the Secret Service walked up to him and said, "That's not what I want."
"What we want is Electronic Storm. As long as you tell us the weakness of Electronic Storm, you don't have to catch him yourself. We will send someone to deal with him."
"You've done well. You've gained the trust of the Electronic Storm. Now we just need its weakness."
The director of the Secret Service grabbed his collar and pulled him up: "As long as you tell us, we will restore your original memory and let you go home."
The young agent lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly.
The head of the Secret Service Bureau's eye twitched: "What are you laughing at?"
"Don't be afraid." The young agent said, "I'm just tired. I just need to take a rest."
The director of the Secret Service was bewildered. He had lost all his patience and threw the stubborn agent back.
He walked to the instrument and was about to issue an order to start the system to search the memory, but the life monitoring alarm suddenly sounded shrilly.
The director of the Secret Service's expression suddenly changed and he turned around abruptly.
… After humans are implanted with the system, if they continue to resist strongly, their consciousness will be strangled by the system and their brain will be completely destroyed.
The agent was stalling for time.
He triggered the system's strangulation mechanism before his memory was searched.
The director of the Secret Service Bureau's face turned completely gloomy, he gritted his teeth and walked over quickly.
The young agent lay quietly, his eyes still open, his pupils dilated, his focused gaze fixed on the bit of sunlight that slipped in through the window.
…
Game world.
The infinitely expanding world devoured the entire planet, stretching out to the edge without missing a single one, forcing everyone who had bought a skill card into the game.
Some people were in panic, some were overwhelmed by anger and fear, and they kept cursing and swearing, while some were so scared that they fell to the ground, unable to move.
Feng Qing's body could not bear the pressure from a world, and it completely disintegrated into particles. The light blue particles floated in the air, and were maintained by the field of Sui team doctor, barely gathering into a ball.
In mid-air, a ball of light flashed and then fell quietly.
After listening to Yu Tang's explanation of the general situation, Team Doctor Sui pursed her lips, walked over quickly, and stretched out her hand to catch the light.
There was a pair of hands that were faster than his.
Team doctor Sui was stunned and looked over.
… is “Feng Qing”.
The host that controls Feng Qing's body has changed, and Feng Qing's floating particles have been reassembled and reshaped back to their original state.
Yu Tang was not wrong in his guess.
Zhan Chen doesn't remember what happened in this book. Zhan Chen can only enter the game world as a host. At the end of this story, Zhan Chen got Xiao Xing.
Zhan Chen would never help the evildoers in this world, but he would also never let him take risks alone.
A host that can accommodate dimensionality reduction, can win the game without killing anyone, and can arrive at Yu Tang's doorstep at any time when he is needed.
The only choice that meets all the conditions is Feng Qing.
Zhan Chen has never shown up because he has always been there.
"He's been looking for you." Team doctor Sui said, "He said he was just tired... just need to rest for a while."
Zhan Chen smiled and said softly, "Thank you."
Team doctor Sui met his gaze, was stunned for a moment, and said nothing more.
Zhan Chen had urgent things to do, so he nodded apologetically to the team doctor Sui, walked to a sheltered place, and opened the box that Feng Qing was carrying.
The room was originally filled with equipment used for self-defense and combat, but he put them away one by one, covered it with a warm and soft blanket, and added an exceptionally exquisite miniature desk lamp in the corner.
Zhan Chen's movements were methodical. He tried it with the back of his hand, moving gently and putting the small ball of light in carefully.
On the edge of the soft blanket, Zhan Chen neatly placed a row of shiny buttons, a small piece of spring, some bubble gum, a little yellow duck, and an old game console that had just been repaired.
The young agent who had mastered all the weaknesses of the electronic storm reached out and touched the quiet little ball of light.
"Go to sleep."
Zhan Chen promised softly: "This time, I won't leave again."