Yu Tang: “…”
Yu Tang extinguished the aurora floating in his palm and opened the sack in his sea of consciousness: "Who taught me this?"
The little blue card and the little red card worked together to hide the extracurricular books, and the system quickly retracted the peeking camera.
Yu Tang wanted to set some rules, so he cleared his throat and was about to speak, but Zhan Chen had already taken the ring and said, "Thank you."
Yu Tang was caught off guard and smiled: "..."
"We like this gift, and I like your senior too."
Zhan Chen met the inquiring gaze of the game world and thanked him earnestly and warmly: "It is a great gift. We will return it as soon as possible..."
Yu Tang hastily grabbed Zhan Chen's sleeve, coughed twice, and the heat spread from his ears to his collar.
The game world just learned to speak, and wanted to say: "Senior, you shine."
"It's normal energy overflow." Yu Tang calmly interrupted the observation of the artificial electric storm, waved his hand, and casually disassembled the hidden start switch on the ring, "When you grow up and meet-"
Before he could finish his words, he saw the examiner rushing towards him with bloodshot eyes. The whirlwind of micro-particles swirling in his palm had condensed into a silver cone.
The tip of the cone was shining with a cold light, and it was hanging firmly less than an inch in front of the examiner's throat, once again forcing the examiner back into the corner.
“…meet someone who is truly worthy of your affection.”
Yu Tang retracted his gaze, bypassed the game world, and fixed his eyes on the embarrassed reviewer: "It will be the same as mine."
The examiner's eyes remained open, with a slight freeze in his pupils.
… I never thought that the game world could be released.
The terminal made them restrain each other, and the game world refused to give up the orphanage, so the orphanage was set up as a recycling bin.
The middleman is the director, who owns all the rights to the orphanage. However, the "children" he had painstakingly created for himself had already been implanted into an irreversible system by the administrator.
I have been trapped in that control room all along—I have never thought about it, or never dared to let myself think about it, that it is only me who cannot escape.
Terminals cannot catch power storms.
Only humans can make lightning storms stay willingly.
The color drained away from the examiner's face. His vocal cords had been completely paralyzed and he could not make a sound. His mind was blank except for the stern orders issued by the terminal.
… The terminal demands the release of those lines, stripped of color and all dimensionality.
This is the worst-case scenario. These lines are hidden in the basement of the orphanage. They have completely lost consciousness, and their only remaining instinct is to plunder colors.
They will devour the colors of the players who remain in the orphanage, then trace and linger on the outlines, replacing the identities of those players.
When they get out of the orphanage, the lines will replicate and increase by themselves as long as they meet people, and then start a new round of color plundering.
Drawing a line never requires any effort.
…
The terminal has decided to abandon all plans. It does not intend to create any more worlds in the book, nor will it bother controlling the Zerg invasion and dimensional differentiation.
Even if it means committing serious violations, the terminal will completely destroy the world.
"This world still has value..."
The auditor's throat moved, but he could not speak. He could only whisper in his mind: "If you are worried about the violation record left in this world, we will help you clear it completely, please rest assured—"
The terminal interrupted directly: "Do you also want to disobey the order?"
The reviewer shuddered, having already sensed the terminal's fury, and closed his eyes in despair: "There are still players from higher dimensions in this world..."
"We'll be fine!"
The mechanical sound suddenly became sharp, like a chainsaw suddenly stabbing into my brain, and the buzzing sound continued sharply in my ears: "Move quickly, don't let the lightning storm notice—"
"Be quiet." Yu Tang said.
The strange mechanical sound suddenly stopped, as if the power supply was forcibly unplugged, and there was no sound anymore.
The examiner was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly came to his senses and stared at Yu Tang in surprise.
"Too noisy." Yu Tang looked at the iron-gray screen, "How many people have you devoured?"
The terminal seemed to have completely lost all energy. The frequency oscillations disappeared into the air and no sound was ever made again.
The reviewer couldn't stop trembling, and he suddenly understood the meaning of Yu Tang's words. The invisible fear was like a hand, tightly strangling his throat.
His lips moved and he uttered two words silently with difficulty.
"Have you thought about it?" Zhan Chen looked at him, "You should have calculated the consequences of releasing those lines."
The reviewer glanced at the screen of the terminal, cold sweat running down his forehead.
… Of course I know the result.
Lines will multiply without limit, and colors will be swallowed up by those lines.
There would be no more wars with the Zerg, no more homes to defend, no more fully shaped objects, meaningful symbols, and fully conscious lives.
There will be no more people making mistakes.
The world would become a completely scattered mess of lines and colors.
… Once this is done, the terminal will face the most severe punishment from the Book Bureau. But if the situation is so urgent that the terminal has to take the risk to issue an order, it means that if they do not do so, the consequences for them will be more terrible than this outcome.
"I can't disobey the terminal." The auditor's throat was paralyzed by the program, and he could only make a hoarse sound. "I can't disobey it. I am already a part of its program library..."
The game world had no idea what they were talking about, so it tilted its head slightly and was about to ask, but the reviewer's lips had already fallen into its eyes.
The pupils of the game world were suddenly replaced by a strange iron-gray color.
He instinctively wanted to protect Feng Qing's orphanage, but was forced to move by the reviewer authority remaining in the data and opened the basement.
The images were monitored through live broadcast and appeared on the only screen that was still lit.
The door of the basement was opened, and there was nothing inside, no footprints left by the players hiding there, and no portrait of the dean.
The empty wall was covered with countless twisted and swirling strange black lines.
The auditor stared at the game world with his eyes trembling slightly. He continued to read the instructions for opening the permissions, but suddenly, an unexpected pain exploded in his brain.
Unlike the punishment from the terminal, this kind of pain was particularly real and tangible, as if a certain connection that had been shaky for a long time had been completely broken, and the ground beneath his feet had suddenly turned into a bottomless black abyss.
The gaming world raged out of control.
"It's Feng Qing's."
The pupils in the game world broke free from the iron gray that was forcibly covered, and broken data began to escape from his body. However, his eyes lit up a strange scarlet, staring at the reviewer firmly: "The orphanage belongs to Feng Qing."
The reviewer's face was pale, he stared at the game world with a pale face, opened his mouth, and was unable to explain: "I..."
The game world always listens to you.
This is a world that I have cultivated with my own hands. I can teach the game world anything, and I can also take anything from the game world at will.
I never thought that just taking away an orphanage would actually touch the bottom line of the game world.
"Xiao Feng... be obedient." The auditor begged silently and desperately, "Don't strip your own basic data, we are lying to you, you will die..."
"You lied to me." The game world said, "You said you would bring Feng Qing back."
The reviewer seemed to be strangled by an invisible force.
Game World: "Where's Feng Qing?"
The examiner opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
… I have been thinking wrong all along.
The game world is not his property. The game world will obey him, identify with him, and be driven by him to devour players and create cards, just because Feng Qing likes it.
The game world is the last relic that Feng Qing left behind.
Just now, I completely crossed the final bottom line of the gaming world.
The data around the game world is dissipating faster and faster.
After actively eliminating the data input by the reviewer, the figure originally maintained by the data link began to blur and turned into a half-real and half-unreal shadow.
The shadow rushed straight towards the examiner.
"Xiao Feng!" The auditor's vocal cords were blocked by fear, "Be obedient! Feng Qing doesn't like people who devour others, so don't make him unhappy and don't cause trouble—"
The shadow seemed to be deaf to it, the data link was completely severed and eliminated, and the space around him began to vibrate violently.
… Feng Qing won’t like it.
It is a conspiracy, it is the area that caused Feng Qing's body to collapse, it is the closed space that Feng Qing hates the most.
It was not well behaved and had devoured many people, and it had not yet taken care of Feng Qing's orphanage.
Feng Qing must have disliked him a long time ago.
The shadow completely abandoned all the data given by the reviewer, and a space shock so intense that it was distorted came down, and was about to annihilate the reviewer completely, but was suddenly stopped by an invisible force.
…
The shock was so intense that it seemed to engulf the entire computer room. It was like being gently grasped by a hand out of thin air and dissipated in an instant.
The shadow twisted twice in the air and was trapped in an invisible space. It wanted to struggle, but was slowly pressed down by the force.
"Have you learned how to be angry?" Yu Tang said, "We have to learn this first."
Whether it is an electric storm born in the depths of the universe or an artificial electric storm, it is a product of cross-dimensionality.
For each lightning storm, swallowing and decomposing is as simple as eating and drinking for humans.
Only when you have experienced the pain, reluctance and anger of losing something most important, like humans, can you truly understand how important those things that are so fragile in our hearts are to humans.
"It's enough to learn this much. If you annihilate it, you will also have a concussion and sleep in the storm for a long time. You will also forget about Feng Qing."
Yu Tang raised his hand, and the light intertwined back and forth, and a light blue card slowly took shape in his palm: "I have compiled a new set of basic programs for you, remember to return the gift."
The shadow stared blankly, and the original scarlet color in his empty pupils gradually faded away.
"Feng Qing wouldn't dislike you." Yu Tang said, "You have helped our orphanage a lot."
The system put on a mecha suit, came out of the host's sea of consciousness, held the data card in its arms and stuffed it into the game world, happily rubbing against the shadow: "I like you, too. I like you, too."
The shadow was a little confused: "...what?"
Yu Tang re-imported the newly written data into the game world and looked at the monitoring screen.
…
From the beginning, Yu Tang noticed the problem.
After the orphanage's disguise was removed, Dai Lei and Song Sihang who were hiding in the greenhouse flower garden, and Chai Ning and Meng Nanke who were hiding on the second floor, had all seen the rust slowly growing in the corners of the wall.
—The growth of rust indicates that the space is not completely sealed.
There are gaps in the basement, allowing the trio to observe the situation above, and there are gaps in the hall door, so wind and snow can blow in. There are also gaps in each bedroom on the second floor, and fragments of the mirror can grow through the gaps in the door, peeking into the whole picture of the house.
The third floor seemed to have completely closed off the space, even the windows were deliberately erased, but there was a hole hidden behind the bulletin board.
This is the aftermath that the reviewer leaves for himself.
Reviewers have been deceiving the gaming world.
The game world is a completely closed space, but there is no absolutely airtight space in this orphanage. There are gaps everywhere, so every place can be penetrated by commands imposed from the outside.
Therefore, as long as the reviewer gives a strong order, the lines hidden in the basement can be released.
No matter how much the game world resists, it will be because there is no enclosed space in the orphanage, and it is impossible to use the field to close these lines again.
"Your calculations are very sound."
Yu Tang looked at the reviewer: "But you overlooked one thing—there are still confined spaces in the orphanage."
The examiner slumped on the ground, still unable to recover from the overwhelming fear of annihilation, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "... What?"
"Most of the books Feng Qing donated to the orphanage have not been opened yet." Yu Tang said.
The examiner's pupils contracted instantly.
It was as if a basin of ice water was poured over my head; the chill penetrated deep into my bones, making me unable to move.
…sealed plastic!
We failed to clear all the enclosed spaces in the orphanage, and the books were wrapped in completely sealed plastic wrap and had never been opened!
"Before I came out, I asked the players in the orphanage to collect all the books."
Yu Tang said, "It's just enough."
As long as it is a confined space, it can become a domain of the game world, and the rule of "protecting the orphanage" which is higher than any instructions will be enforced.
Those lines were swallowed up by the unopened book. Song Sihang found the crayons hidden in the drawer of the activity room. The players were busy drawing crosses and bull's eyes on the plastic cover.
The examiner shook his head vigorously and tried desperately to speak, but fear and despair had already filled his throat.
"Come back." Yu Tang said, "We can't release the power here. Humans are too fragile and will be implicated."
The game world hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached Yu Tang.
“… I’m lying to you.”
The strange mechanical voice sounded again: "This is an illusion created by you. You are a programming expert."
The gaming world was stunned.
"Everything you saw was an illusion created by me. I was lying to you. It was me who couldn't resist the temptation during the second assessment and swallowed Feng Qing."
The terminal said: "How can you believe what you said? You and the traitor mall manager are in the same boat. It was you who delayed the time for Feng Qing to be resurrected..."
"Nonsense!" The system could no longer hold back its anger, and jumped up from behind its mecha shell, "The host and Mr. Zhan are not that kind of people!"
After the system was manufactured, it was randomly assigned to the host. This was the first time that it had to directly face the terminal.
The terminal can recycle them at will. The system was originally somewhat fearful, but now it can no longer bear to hear these slanders: "Feng Qing himself does not want to be resurrected!"
Mechanical voice: "How do you know?"
The system was stunned and searched its own database for a long time, but was unable to come up with an answer.
"All of Feng Qing's data before he was seventeen is in the hands of the reviewer."
The terminal said: "As long as this reincarnation is completed, Feng Qing can be resurrected, but my mall manager betrayed me... and refused to let this happen."
The system was extremely anxious, and jumped in front of the game world with a flashing red light: "Don't believe it!"
"You were used by them. It's not your fault. There is still a chance to correct everything. Don't do the wrong thing!"
The system said anxiously: "I am a system made by Chuanshu Bureau. Our factory settings will not lie. Believe me, it is not what it says—"
Before it could finish, the mechanical sound suddenly stopped and changed its pitch, and the small red light flashed twice and then went out abruptly.
The mecha fell down.
The game world instinctively reached out to take it, but was a step too late.
Zhan Chen rushed over and took the mecha model that had lost its operating system in his hands.
The mecha completely lost all its power sources. Its metal body drooped stiffly, no longer making any sound.
Zhan Chen seemed to be hit hard by some force. His body swayed. He supported himself on the ground with one hand, closed his eyes, and steady himself again.
A fierce anger was brewing under the black screen. Looking at the iron-gray screen, his tone turned cold: "What did you do?"
"This system is defective," the terminal said. "I recycled it."
"I didn't know the terminal had the right to recycle the system at will."
Zhan Chen said solemnly: "This is a violation of the rules and will be punished by the supervision system of the Chuanshu Bureau."
The terminal didn't care. It had already done enough illegal things, so this wasn't a big deal: "If you don't know your duties, I might even recycle you - you haven't completely become a human yet, have you, my mall manager?"
"You wanted to take back this defective product just now? Do you think your data encryption and strength are higher than mine?"
Its tone was arrogant, but it concealed an extremely cruel threat in its indifference: "Do you also want to be recycled and added to my database?"
"I don't mind giving it a try."
Zhan Chen said in a cold voice: "The program that devoured me last time has been devoured by me. You can come again and see who will win."
The terminal did not respond immediately.
… It is indeed afraid of this.
It had long since sensed the betrayal of the mall manager, and it was precisely because of this concern that it had been hesitant to recycle Zhan Chen's program into the database.
—This data from humans is too difficult to solve. If Zhan Chen is really swallowed into the database, even the main program in the terminal may change its identity silently.
"There's no need for us to be so confrontational."
The terminal was silent for a moment, and the mechanical voice said in a slightly conciliatory tone: "I just recovered a system that was tampered with by the electric storm. It carries a virus and the risk level is extremely high..."
After noticing that the data from that system had completely flowed back into the database, the terminal felt a little relieved.
The minions they found were unreliable after all. They didn't care about the useless reviewer, but they couldn't bear to watch the game world being taken over by Yu Tang and Zhan Chen.
The network speed in the lower world is much slower than what the terminal is familiar with. If it is in the bookstore, the terminal can recycle this troublesome system in a split second.
If it wasn't afraid of being detected by the lightning storm if it acted rashly, it wouldn't have let this system say so much nonsense—
The data calculation on the terminal suddenly stopped, and I was shocked.
… The system that accompanied me on the road was forcibly recycled, why didn't the electric storm react? !
Its data was messed up for a moment, and just as it was about to forcefully correct it, Yu Tang's voice rang out: "Because my acting skills are not up to par, I can only rely on Senior Zhan for this part."
The terminal's heart sank. It turned the camera and focused on Yu Tang: "You—"
"I can transmit faster than you."
Yu Tang said, "Before you did anything, I changed something in the mecha. Did you notice?"
The terminal became panic-stricken for the first time in a long time. It no longer cared about these people and frantically opened the self-check system, scanning the database that had just swallowed up the program over and over again.
… Before it succeeded, Yu Tang had already stolen the system from the mecha and replaced a section of the program!
Realizing that Zhan Chen's data was trying to snatch out the program, it even took the initiative to start accelerating. Now the program has been completely integrated into the database and can no longer be separated!
"What did you change?!" The voice on the terminal finally lost its voice. "What data did you put in it? You—"
"Viruses, the kind you use most often."
Yu Tang said: "This virus has a continuous destructive power. If there is no external force, it will continue to run until all the data is destroyed. I modified it slightly."
The terminal is the core structure of the bookstore. It has a powerful defense system. Once virus data is found, it will immediately attack until it is completely cleared.
Yu Tang did not intend to create a virus powerful enough to defeat this defense system.
The power of this virus program was very weak. Yu Tang had even weakened its decomposition ability, so that when the terminal was being devoured, the early warning program could not be triggered.
“Its new logic of movement is assimilation.”
Yu Tang said: "It will insert all the data in your own database into a piece of operational data that is the same as its own."
The terminal was furious in vain. It understood what Yu Tang meant and was desperately trying to strip away all the data that had come into contact with the program.
—The defense system identifies viruses by relying on iconic virus feature data.
In other words, as long as this piece of data is detected, the defense system will automatically determine that a virus has been discovered and initiate an attack.
Sooner or later, this virus program will assimilate all the normal data in the terminal database into "viruses."
No one can truly defeat the terminal, because no one's data will be encrypted and have a higher strength than the terminal. Even Zhan Chen can only barely make it so that both sides will suffer losses - but what if it is the terminal itself
If the terminal's own defense system wants to destroy the terminal, who will be the final winner
"I've always been curious about this."
Yu Tang patted the mecha, and seeing the system on top of the mecha shell perked up and flashed a little red light, it jumped up and clapped its hands with the mecha.
He opened the keyboard, sat down in front of the terminal of the main research institute, and rewarded the system with a large handful of jelly-filled bubble gum: "Now, please help me verify it."