The system quietly hid in the sack.
Zhan Chen closed the curtains, exited Feng Qing's body, transformed into his own data form, and reached out to push aside Yu Tang's hair.
His movements were slow and steady, not disturbing the person who was sleeping soundly.
… He seemed to be looking at something seriously, and only lowered his gaze after a long while.
It is no coincidence that the game world unfolds in the form of an electronic storm, crossing half the galaxy and sweeping across the Secret Service of the Ministry of Security.
From the first day when he appeared in front of Yu Tang with his own image, Zhan Chen had already thought that Yu Tang would know the origin of the military uniform he was wearing sooner or later.
He is an undercover agent sent by the Ministry of Security.
He is an agent who sneaks into the laboratory that uses electronic storms to transform the human body. He is responsible for finding out the secrets of the laboratory and capturing the agents of the electronic storm.
Zhan Chen sat quietly, his palm falling on Yu Tang's forehead and slowly stopping.
…
In order to ensure absolute safety, the undercover agents sent out will have all memories that may reveal their identities erased.
Zhan Chen only knew that he was an undercover agent of the Security Department. Before carrying out the mission, all agents were informed of the danger and terror of electronic storms.
...So, when Zhan Chen first encountered the small ball of light, he was completely unable to realize that this small ball of light was actually the electronic storm that was rumored to be full of crimes and evil.
The Secret Service warned him that electronic storms were the root of all evil and a deadly crisis lurking in the world.
Zhan Chen withdrew his hand.
If you forcibly resist the program's orders, you will be strangled by the program, completely destroying your brain and directly leading to "death" in the human dimension.
After choosing to annihilate his consciousness and completely merge with the AI, Zhan Chen fell into a coma.
He thought he would never be able to come back, but when he woke up again, he found that he had turned into a group of data stored in the network cable.
Zhan Chen's memory gradually recovered, and he slowly remembered who he was.
He remembered that he still owed the little ball of light a lot of promises.
Zhan Chen wandered around the Internet for a while, but he couldn't find a suitable body and barely found a mecha.
That mecha was also a combat type, about two stories high. It was usually used to fight the Zerg, and it had seventeen electromagnetic cannons on its head.
… but it’s okay.
Zhan Chen borrowed this mecha and found the little light ball that was looking for him.
Xiao Guangtuan likes the flashing red lights very much, because after he found the two lights on the mecha's butt, it only took him three seconds to happily accept his new body.
The electron storm cannot truly understand human death. In the small light ball's understanding, humans can only live for eighty natural years, which is already extremely short.
The electronic storm tugged at the little buttons bit by bit.
The human being I raised is nineteen years old this year, and is still far from eighty years old, with another sixty-one years left.
…
Zhan Chen did not explain this to Xiao Guangtuan. He just felt a little regretful, but did not object to such an outcome.
Zhan Chen took some time out to go to the Secret Service Bureau via the Internet to listen to his own eulogy. According to official statements, he was an unqualified agent who regrettably lost himself, betrayed humanity, chose to stand on the side of Electronic Storm, and became an accomplice of Electronic Storm.
In order not to implicate his family, the Secret Service chose to hide his information and not disclose his real name and identity to the public.
… Compared to this result, having seventeen electromagnetic cannons on the head doesn't seem so bad.
In between battles with the Zerg, he could also play the "Knock Knock" game with the little light group. The little light group would talk to him by typing Morse code, and he would respond by flashing a red light.
Just when Zhan Chen began to think seriously about whether he should find a way to modify the mecha to make himself look more handsome, he received a new instruction from the system.
That day, Zhan Chen got a glimpse of the real secret hidden in this world for the first time.
The so-called bionic research technologies and the "intelligent systems" implanted in experimental subjects came from some kind of high-dimensional intelligence.
The technology that the Secret Service has mastered to transform agents and erase their memories also comes from this higher-dimensional invention.
This is a trap to lure humans into killing each other, to make everyone firmly believe that they are doing the right thing, to make everyone firmly believe that they are saving the world, and everything else is just a small sacrifice that must be given up.
…
Humans themselves have created countless accomplices.
As one of these semi-finished "accomplices", Zhan Chen received instructions from that high-dimensional enlightenment.
He wanted to capture the electronic storm, bring it back to a place called Chuanshuju, and hand it over to the terminal.
The little ball of light tapped the mecha happily, and threw all the bubble gum it had collected into his arms, shining proudly and circling around him.
Zhan Chen refused the order again.
This time, the strangulation was more thorough.
Zhan Chen was completely trapped in the endless darkness. He couldn't move, couldn't flash the little red light, and couldn't chew bubble gum with Xiao Guangtuan anymore.
The punishment from the terminal came quickly, and a virus with a continuously destructive nature was implanted into his program. He could only keep patching his data and repairing his consciousness, listening to the small ball of light knocking patiently on the shell of the mecha one after another.
Zhan Chen couldn't give a response. In the next eight hours, his data would once again collapse under the influence of the virus.
This disintegration was constantly eroding his memory.
Slowly, Zhan Chen began to forget his own name.
After a while, he also forgot why he was trapped in the mecha and the origin of the small ball of light hitting the mecha outside.
What is forgotten in the end is the pain.
By the time Zhan Chen began to be able to watch his data being gradually shredded and no longer felt the pain and the suffocation of being annihilated, the mecha that trapped him was completely destroyed by the virus.
Zhan Chen was used as a data recall terminal. His last memories were the scattered instant noodles soaked in cold water and a small ball of light staring blankly at the debris on the ground.
He couldn't remember what it was.
When he woke up again, he had lost all his memories.
The terminal examined him and confirmed that his self-awareness had been completely strangled, then sent him to the supervisory department that specifically evaluated the host.
…
The first task assigned to Zhan Chen was to preside over an assessment.
The person who came for the assessment was a new host who wanted to join the Book-Traveling Bureau and enter the protagonist department to find someone in the lower world.
The role assigned to the new host is a particle-level mutant named Feng Qing. The task of the assessment is to be reborn as Feng Qing and absorb the particles of others before death to continue living.
As required, the staff presiding over the assessment will also receive plot roles and closely evaluate the performance of the assessees.
The staff of the supervisory department are already accustomed to this kind of assessment. According to convention, Zhan Chen should choose an insignificant role and watch the whole process like everyone else.
… Somehow, Zhan Chen couldn't help it.
Zhan Chen couldn't help but sigh when he saw the novice host, who was wearing the identity of a character in the drama, holding a bag of instant noodles filled with cold water and standing blankly in the school corridor, he couldn't help but sigh.
He chose for himself the role of a senior who, according to the plot, was destined to be broken down into particles by Feng Qing and absorbed as nutrients, and dragged this novice host who couldn't even make instant noodles back home.
In this personal story, they worked together until Feng Qing was seventeen years old.
Feng Qing's body has become extremely weak due to the backlash of his superpowers. According to the plot, in a few months, Feng Qing will absorb Zhong San as nutrients and upgrade his superpowers to level A.
When Zhan Chen chose this role, he was already prepared for this.
He had been shredded and disassembled so many times that he no longer felt the pain. As long as he completed this task, the new employee who came to the assessment would pass successfully, enter the protagonist department, and find the person he was looking for.
…
Zhan Chen went back to the Supervisory Department to complete the entry procedures for the new employees in advance.
"Is this the host you met during the mission?"
My colleague shook his head and sighed: "You are really a newcomer. You are so motivated in your first job..."
Zhan Chen smiled and nodded without saying anything.
He did get to know the other party during the mission, but apart from the identity of the character, he didn't even know the real name of the novice host.
They grew up together and lived together for seven years, using other people's identities and names.
"He's a good kid." Zhan Chen explained, "I like him and he treats me well."
The colleagues looked at each other, remained silent for a while, and then laughed jokingly.
"How does data fall in love? This is a human story. Don't get caught up in it."
The senior who introduced him to the world came over and patted Zhan Chen on the shoulder: "In your book, the two characters Zhong San and Feng Qing originally liked each other, and they are indeed easily influenced."
The senior reminded him: "It is Feng Qing who likes Zhong San. If you think he treats you well, it means that the new host has good acting skills. You are wrong."
Zhan Chen was stunned.
…
He could sense that there were two souls in Feng Qing's body.
One is the original Feng Qing, and the other is the host who came to be assessed. The new host's acting skills are questionable, and Feng Qing, who occasionally wakes up, always worries and complains about him.
The new host should also be able to recognize which data belongs to the character Zhong San and which are his own data.
It was indeed Zhong San that Feng Qing liked, but it was him who got along with the new host.
"No, unless this new host also comes from the particle level."
The senior said: "They are in a higher dimension, so they can naturally distinguish these things... But why would they come to the bookstore to relieve their boredom? Can't they just devour a star system and play with it?"
Zhan Chen was speechless.
He was not good at arguing by nature, so he didn't say anything else, but just smiled and said, "... It's okay, I'll handle the entry procedures for him."
"You have to think about it. He still has one last task to complete."
The staff member next to him reminded: "If he fails to devour you successfully and fails to evolve successfully as Feng Qing, you still can't enter the Book Bureau... You have to fill this vacancy yourself."
This situation has happened before.
The staff in the supervisory department are fine, but the employees responsible for maintaining the world are all assigned their own jobs. One less and one less will not do.
If one is soft-hearted and completes the entry procedures for the new employee in advance, but the new employee fails to complete the subsequent tasks, it would be the assessor's dereliction of duty.
As a punishment, the assessor will have to take over the host's vacancy and take on the task of receiving the role and maintaining the plot progress in the world.
The supervisory department is already very busy, and no one wants to cause themselves this kind of trouble.
Zhan Chen asked: "After completing the entry procedures, can he open his own sea of consciousness?"
Colleagues were puzzled: "Yes, it can be done... Why is it so urgent?"
"Tonight, World No. 679 will see the greatest aurora in history. I'm not very good at programming, so I want to copy this data and send it to him directly."
Zhan Chen said: "If he didn't have a sea of consciousness, he wouldn't be able to survive."
colleague:"?"
Zhan Chen was a little embarrassed: "Is it a bit old-fashioned?"
"Too old-fashioned." His colleague couldn't help but look at him, "Are you data? Why do you look like you came from some lower world..."
Before my colleague could finish his words, his attention was suddenly drawn to the aurora that filled the small area of the surveillance screen.
… is not corny.
An extremely gorgeous and dazzling sea of light quietly flows in the quiet and dark dome of the universe, pouring down and spreading over every twinkling star.
This is a beauty that can be analyzed by artificial intelligence.
Colleagues were angry at him for not fighting back, sighed, and waved their hands to let Zhan Chen intercept the data and take out the information of the new employee.
When Zhan Chen came back, the new employee's onboarding procedures had reached the final stage.
This was the first time Zhan Chen saw the information of a new employee.
The name column was handwritten, with the crooked strokes of "happy fish pond".
"I don't understand. Maybe some higher dimension gave it this name."
A colleague asked: "It translates to Happy Fishpond? Just register one with the homophone, since they all use digital IDs..."
Zhan Chen looked at the line of words and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat.
… He has this memory.
That was a line of English words that was traced.
The cursive words written on the packaging of the game cartridge, the fishing game that you never get to the end of, the little ball of light who is addicted to the game, milk and cookies, and comes to him with a tablet to ask for a prize.
Zhan Chen's body was swaying, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he had to close his eyes.
The colleague was startled: "What happened? What happened..."
Zhan Chen shook his head vigorously.
He still hadn't figured out what was going on, but he at least knew that he had to do something.
Zhan Chen turned around and rushed out of the Supervisory Department's office.
…
As soon as he returned to the assessment world, a violent particle storm exploded at the same time, completely sweeping through Feng Qing's ward.
Zhan Chen pulled the door open.
The human figure incarnated by the terminal stood in the ward. Zhong San's body was still intact, and he was sleeping soundly on the accompanying bed.
… Feng Qing’s body disappeared.
The host who accepted the assessment failed to complete the last task, Feng Qing failed to swallow the bell powder, and died at the age of seventeen.
"You did a good job." The terminal said, "This time, we finally succeeded in trapping the electronic storm."
Zhan Chen's legs were splitting in pain.
He stood there, his knuckles clenched so tightly that they turned pale. "Is the one here to take the test Electronic Storm?"
Click on the terminal.
Zhan Chen lowered his head and asked, "Where is he?"
"He failed the assessment, so he took the initiative to reduce his dimension and handed himself over to us. Now he has been thrown into the plot world."
The terminal said: "We picked a ridiculous book... that book can wear away all his life energy, and ensure that we can recycle it smoothly."
Zhan Chen lowered his eyes.
He was always good at staying calm, which was enough to suppress the pain of the data bursting inch by inch. He steadied his tone and said, "Isn't it better to let Electronic Storm be an employee? Why edit it into a plot character?"
The terminal replied in a cold tone: "Is there a problem with your database?"
"We managed to trap the electron storm in this dimension with great difficulty."
"This world is not a real low-dimensional world. It's just that their high-level people made a deal with us, and the dimensional change has not been completed yet."
"Once Electronic Storm becomes an employee, it only takes a few turns to repair its own dimension."
The terminal said: "I was originally thinking about how to prevent you from completing the last task and causing you to fail the assessment... Now it seems that this is no longer necessary."
The terminal nodded at him: "You did a good job."
Terminal: "You teach Electronic Storm humanity, and you let Electronic Storm show its weaknesses."
Zhan Chen felt a surge of blood in his throat.
That section of the aurora data was compressed to the extreme in his sea of consciousness, as cold as a boundless deep ocean.
"From today on, the mall will also be in your charge."
The terminal said: "Go back and have a rest, clean up the redundant data, and remember to delete the content that should not be retained in time."
He walked past Zhan Chen and left the ward.
Zhan Chen stood at the door of the ward.
… This is the story of two people, a copied parallel world, and the seven years they spent reunited in the world of two people.
Electronic Storm came to participate in the assessment of the Book Transmigration Bureau and became the human being he had always dreamed of. He grew up little by little until he was seventeen years old.
All along, all the hobbies of "Feng Qing" that were different from the character setting were suddenly explained.
It was he who told Electronic Storm that only by reading some books and knowing some things could he help him.
It was he who coaxed Electronic Storm. As long as he learned a few more words, he would become an elite programmer who specialized in cracking programs implanted in the human body.
It was him who invaded the mecha factory, and after turning into a mecha, he half-jokingly flashed his red light and discussed with Xiao Guangtuan whether he could buy a company in the future to specialize in producing those handsome robots that were no taller than two stories.
…
Zhan Chen stood at the edge of the rapidly fading world, looking at the empty hospital bed.
This is an assessment world. Once the new host fails the assessment, it will be closed directly.
Zhan Chen took a step forward, but was hurriedly pulled back by his colleague: "Are you crazy? The world is about to collapse! Be careful—"
Zhan Chen shook his head, apologized gently, and walked in.
The calligraphy that the new host worked hard to copy stroke by stroke every day, the various materials that he read half-understood, and the old laptop were all still placed beside the bed.
The familiar figure of the young boy was no longer on the hospital bed. Instead, lying obediently on the pillow and covered with a quilt was a little wooden man.
Zhan Chen raised his hand to freeze a piece of data and pulled it back forcefully, and the image reversed in his eyes.
The new host and Feng Qing were squeezed into one body.
Feng Qing was in charge of carving the wooden figures, and the new host was in charge of pointing out and making suggestions: "The nose should be a little straighter, the eyes are too small, the hair is too short, too stiff, not handsome enough..."
Feng Qing was so angry that he threw the piece of wood away and said, "Why are you so demanding? Who are you?"
"He's the human I raised." Electronic Storm said proudly, "More handsome than Zhong San."
Feng Qing didn't believe it at all: "No way, do you have any evidence?"
All hosts will have their memories sealed when they enter the assessment. Electronic Storm only remembered this little bit and could not produce any evidence. He was a little anxious: "It's true! Did you see the staff member of the Supervision Department who replaced Zhong Sanlai to go fishing? He is as handsome as him..."
Feng Qing was half-believing and half-doubting, but he still took the wooden stick back and carved it bit by bit according to what the other party said.
Electronic Storm was delighted and happily hugged the little wooden man: "See this human? I like him."
"It's no use liking you." Feng Qing sighed, "Blame me. If I don't let you complete the last task, we will both turn into particles and float around."
"I didn't want to complete the mission anyway," said Electronic Storm.
The memory of the electronic storm is still locked, but he remembers this thing clearly: "I promised the human I like that I am a good ball of light, I will not devour humans, and I want to live with him forever."
Feng Qing stared at him: "Really? Then you are really a shining ball."
The ball of good light twinkled proudly.
Zhan Chen couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. He tried to stretch out his hand, wanting to touch the warm light.
The energy of the assessment world has finally been fully exhausted.
All the images disappeared at the same time, and everything in front of his eyes turned into inorganic gray and disintegrated into countless fragmented data.
…
One hand held Zhan Chen's hand.
Zhan Chen came back to his senses from his memories.
"What's going on?"
Yu Tang lay on the bed with his eyes closed, still dutifully pretending to be asleep: "Didn't we agree that you would hold me until I wake up?"