Chapter 113

Chapter 113

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 brush Yu Tang's hair away.

His movements were gentle and steady, not disturbing the sleeping person at all.

... He seemed to be looking at something seriously. After a long time, he lowered his gaze.

It is not a coincidence that the electronic storm unfolds in the game world, spanning more than half of the interstellar space, and sweeping through the Secret Service of the Ministry of Security.

From the first day when his own image appeared in front of Yu Tang, Zhan Chen had already thought that sooner or later Yu Tang would know the origin of the military uniform he was wearing.

He is an undercover agent sent by the Ministry of Security.

He is an agent who sneaks into a laboratory that uses electronic storms for human body modification. He is responsible for finding out the secrets of the laboratory and capturing the agents who use electronic storms.

Zhan Chen sat quietly. His palm finally fell on Yu Tang's forehead and stopped slowly.

…

In order to ensure absolute safety, the undercover agents sent out will have all memories that may reveal their identity erased.

Zhan Chen only knew that he was an undercover agent of the Ministry of Security. Before performing the mission, all agents were informed of the dangers and terror of electronic storms.

...So, when he first encountered the small group of light, Zhan Chen was completely unaware that it turned out to be the electronic storm that was rumored to be full of crimes and do all kinds of evil.

The Secret Service warned him, telling him that electronic storms are the root of all evil and a deadly crisis lurking in this world.

Zhan Chen took back his hand.

Those who forcibly resist the order of the program will be strangled by the program, completely destroying the brain, and directly leading to "death" in the human dimension.

After choosing to annihilate consciousness and completely integrate with AI, Zhan Chen fell into a coma.

He thought it was impossible for him to come back, but when he woke up, he found that he had become a set 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 a small group of light a lot of promises.

Zhan Chen wandered around the Internet for a while. He couldn't find a suitable body and barely found a mecha.

This mecha is also a combat type. It is two stories high. It is usually driven to fight the Zerg. It also has seventeen electromagnetic cannons on its head.

...But it’s okay.

Zhan Chen borrowed this mecha and found the little light group that was looking for him everywhere.

The little light ball liked the flashing red lights very much, because after he found the two lights on the butt of the mecha, it only took him three seconds to happily accept his new body.

Electronic Storm cannot truly understand the death of human beings. In the understanding of the small light group, human beings can only live for eighty natural years, which is already extremely short.

The electronic storm pulled at the small buttons little by little.

The human being I raised is nineteen years old this year, which is still far from eighty, and there are still a full sixty-one years left.

…

Zhan Chen did not explain this to Xiao Guangtuan. He was just a little regretful, but he was not disgusted with the result.

Zhan Chen took the time to follow the Internet to the Secret Service to listen to his eulogy. In the official statement, he was an unqualified agent who unfortunately lost himself, betrayed humanity, chose to side with the electronic storm, and became the leader of the electronic storm.accomplice.

In order not to disturb his family, the Secret Service chose to hide his information and not disclose his real name and identity to the public.

...Compared with this result, having seventeen electromagnetic guns on his head doesn't seem so bad.

In between battles with the Zerg, he can also play the "knock-knock" game with the little light group. The little light group knocks on Morse code to talk to him, and he responds with a flashing red light.

Just when Zhan Chen began to think seriously about whether to modify the mecha to make himself more handsome, he received a new command from the system.

That day, Zhan Chen glimpsed the real secret hidden in this world for the first time.

Some so-called bionic human research technologies and "intelligent systems" implanted in experimental subjects come from a certain higher-dimensional civilization.

The technology mastered by the Secret Service to transform agents and erase their memories also comes from this higher-dimensional civilization.

This is a trap that lures humans to kill each other. It makes everyone believe that they are doing the right thing, that they are saving the world, and that everything else is just a small sacrifice that has to be sacrificed.

…

Humanity has made countless accomplices with its own hands.

As one of these semi-finished products "accomplices", Zhan Chen received instructions from a high-dimensional civilization.

He wants to capture the electronic storm, bring it back to a place called Chuan Bookstore, and hand it over to the terminal.

The little ball of light happily knocked on the mecha, and scattered all the bubble gum it had collected into his arms, shining proudly and circling back and forth around him.

Zhan Chen once again refused the order.

This time, the strangulation was more thorough.

Zhan Chen was completely trapped in the boundless darkness. He could not move, flash the red light, or chew bubble gum with the little ball of light.

Terminal's punishment came quickly, as viruses with lasting destructive properties were implanted into his program.He could only keep patching his data and repairing his consciousness, listening to the little light balls beating on the mecha's shell one after another outside.

Zhan Chen cannot respond. In the next eight hours, his data will once again collapse under the influence of the virus.

This disintegration was constantly eating away at his memory.

Slowly, Zhan Chen forgot his name first.

After a while, he also forgot why he was trapped in the mecha and the origin of the small ball of light knocking on the mecha outside.

The last thing forgotten is the pain.

When Zhan Chen began to watch his data being gradually shredded, no longer feeling pain, and no longer had the suffocating feeling of being annihilated, the mecha that trapped him was also completely destroyed by the virus.

Zhan Chen was recalled to the terminal as data, and his last memory was of instant noodles that had been spilled and soaked in cold water, and a small ball of light staring at the debris on the ground.

He couldn't remember what it was.

When he woke up again, he had lost all memory.

The terminal checked him and confirmed that his self-awareness had been completely eliminated, and then sent him to the supervision department that specializes in evaluating hosts.

…

The first task Zhan Chen was assigned was to preside over an assessment.

The one who came for the assessment was a new host who wanted to join Chuan Bookstore and enter the protagonist department to find someone in the lower world.

The role assigned to the new host is a particle-level superpower named Feng Qing.The task of the assessment is to be reborn as Feng Qing, absorb other people's particles before death, and continue to live.

As required, the staff who preside over the assessment will also receive plot roles to evaluate the performance of the assessee at close range.

The staff of the supervision department have become accustomed to this kind of assessment. According to the usual practice, Zhan Chen, like everyone else, should choose an insignificant role to watch the whole process.

...But somehow, Zhan Chen couldn't hold it back.

Zhan Chen couldn't help but sigh when he saw a novice host who was pretending to be a character in the play, holding a bag of instant noodles filled with cold water, and standing blankly in the school corridor.

He chose a senior character for himself, who according to the plot was destined to be broken down into particles by Feng Qing and absorbed as nourishment, and dragged this novice host, who couldn't even make instant noodles, back home.

In other people's stories, they cooperated together until Feng Qing was seventeen years old.

Feng Qing's body has been extremely weak due to the backlash of the superpower. According to the plot, in a few months, Feng Qing will absorb Zhong San as nourishment and upgrade his superpower to A level.

Zhan Chen was already prepared for this when he picked this role.

He has been chopped up and broken down so many times that he no longer feels pain.As long as this task is completed, the new employees who come for the assessment can successfully pass the assessment, enter the protagonist department, and find the person they are looking for.

…

Zhan Chen went back to the supervision department and went through the entry procedures for new employees in advance.

"Is this the host I met during the mission?"

The colleague shook his head and sighed: "You are really a newbie. You are so motivated at work for the first time..."

Zhan Chen smiled, nodded and said nothing.

He had indeed met the other person during the mission. Apart from the character's identity, he didn't even know the real name of the novice host.

They borrowed other people's identities and names, grew up together, and lived together for seven years.

"He is a good boy." Zhan Chen explained, "I like him very much, and he is also good to me."

The colleagues looked at each other, were silent for a long time, and then laughed teasingly.

"How do you fall in love with data? This is someone else's story, don't get caught up in it."

The senior who introduced him came over and patted Zhan Chen on the shoulder: "In your book, the two characters Zhong San and Feng Qing already have a good impression of each other and are indeed easily influenced."

The senior reminded him: "It's Feng Qing who likes Zhong San. If you think he has a crush on you, it means the new host has good acting skills. Don't make a mistake."

Zhan Chen was startled.

…

He could detect 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 take the assessment. The acting skills of the new host are very problematic, and Feng Qing, who wakes up occasionally, will always worry and complain.

A new host should also be able to identify which ones belong to the character Zhong San and which ones are his own data.

Feng Qing did like Zhong San, but it was him who got along with the new host.

"Impossible, unless this new host is also from a particle-level civilization."

The senior said: "They have high dimensions and are naturally able to distinguish these things...but why do they come to Chuan Bookstore to relieve their boredom? Can't they just swallow an interstellar and play with it?"

Zhan Chen was speechless.

He wasn't good at arguing by nature, so he didn't speak any more and just smiled: "...It doesn't matter, I'll handle the entry procedures for him."

"You have to think carefully, he still has one last task to complete."

The staff at the side reminded: "If he fails to devour you successfully and fails to evolve smoothly as Feng Qing, he will still not be able to enter the Chuan Bookstore... You will have to fill this vacancy yourself."

This situation has not happened before.

The staff in the supervision department are okay. The employees responsible for maintaining the world are all a carrot and a pit. One more is not enough, and one less is not enough.

If you are temporarily soft-hearted and go through the entry procedures for the new employee in advance, but the other party fails to complete the final task, it is the evaluator's dereliction of duty.

As punishment, the assessors will have to fill the host's vacancy and assume the task of receiving characters and maintaining the progress of the plot in the world.

The supervisory department is already very busy with its work, and no one wants to cause such trouble for themselves.

Zhan Chen asked: "After completing the entry procedures, will he be able to have his own sea of consciousness?"

The colleague was puzzled: "It's possible...what's the rush?"

"Tonight, World No. 679 will have the largest aurora in history. I'm not good at programming, so I want to copy this data directly and give it to him."

Zhan Chen said: "If he didn't have a sea of consciousness, he wouldn't be able to preserve it."

colleague:"?"

Zhan Chen was a little embarrassed: "Isn't it a bit cliche?"

"It's so cliche." 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 what he said, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the aurora that filled a small monitor screen.

…isn’t cliche.

A sea of extremely gorgeous and brilliant light flows quietly in the quiet and dark dome of the universe, pouring down and covering every twinkling star.

This is beauty that can also be parsed by artificial intelligence.

The colleague was angry that he couldn't argue, sighed, waved his hand and let Zhan Chen intercept the data, and took out the new employee's information.

When Zhan Chen came back, the on-boarding procedures for new employees had reached the final step.

This is the first time Zhan Chen has seen the information of new employees.

The name column was handwritten, and "Happy fish pond" was drawn crookedly.

"I don't understand. Maybe some high-dimensional civilization gave it this name."

A colleague scratched his hair: "It translates to "Happy Fish Pond"? Just register the word with the same sound. Anyway, you just use the digital ID..."

Zhan Chen looked at the words and suddenly had a severe headache.

…He had this memory.

 is a line of English that is traced.

The squiggle written on the package of the game cartridge, the fishing game that never ends, the little ball of light that is addicted to games, milk and cookies, holding a tablet and coming to him for prizes.

Zhan Chen swayed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he had to close his eyes.

My colleague was startled: "What's wrong? What happened..."

Zhan Chen shook his head vigorously.

He still didn't know what happened, but he at least knew that he had to do something.

Zhan Chen turned around and rushed out of the Office of the Supervision Department.

…

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 opened the door.

The human figure transformed from the terminal stood in the ward. Zhong San's body was still intact and he slept unconsciously on the bed beside him.

...Feng Qing's body disappeared.

The host who accepted the assessment did not complete the last task, Feng Qing did not swallow Zhong San, and died at the age of seventeen again.

"You did a good job." The terminal said, "This time, we finally succeeded in trapping the electronic storm."

Zhan Chen had a splitting headache.

He stood there, his clenched knuckles turning green and white: "Is this the Electronic Storm here for the assessment?"

Terminal nodded.

Zhan Chen asked in a low voice: "Where is he?"

"It failed the assessment, so it took the initiative to reduce its dimensions and handed it over to us. Now it has entered the world of plot."

The terminal said: "We picked a very outrageous book... This book can wear away all his life energy and ensure that we can successfully recover it."

Zhan Chen lowered his gaze.

He has always been good at keeping calm, enough to suppress the pain of the data bursting out inch by inch, and calmed his tone: "Wouldn't it be better to let Electronic Storm be an employee? Why edit it into a plot character?"

The terminal's tone was cold: "Is there something wrong with your database?"

"We finally trapped the electron storm in this dimension."

"This world is not a real low-dimensional world. It's just that their higher-ups made a deal with us, and the dimensional changes have not yet been completed."

"Once Electronic Storm becomes an employee, it only takes a few roles to restore its own dimension."

The terminal said: "I was still thinking about how to prevent it from completing the last task and make it fail the assessment... It seems that it is no longer necessary."

The terminal nodded to him: "You did a good job."

Terminal: "You taught Electronic Storm humanity, and that gave Electronic Storm a weakness."

Blood rose in Zhan Chen's throat.

A piece of Aurora data was extremely compressed in his sea of consciousness, as cold as an endless deep sea.

"From today on, you will also be responsible for the mall."

The terminal said: "Go back and rest, clean up the redundant data, and remember to delete the content that should not be retained in time."

He crossed Zhan Chen and left the ward.

Zhan Chen stood at the door of the ward.

…This is someone else’s story, a copied parallel world, the seven years they spent reunited in someone else’s world.

Electronic Storm came to take the examination at Chuan Bookstore and became the human being he had dreamed of. He grew up little by little and reached the age of seventeen.

All along, "Feng Qing's" hobbies that were different from the character settings suddenly had explanations.

It was he who told Electronic Storm that he had to read a lot of books and know a lot of things before he could help him.

It was he who coaxed Electronic Storm into saying that as long as he learned a few more words, he could become an elite programmer, specializing 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 the red light and discussed with Xiao Guangtuan whether he could buy a company in the future to specialize in producing a kind of handsome mecha that was no more than two stories tall.robot.

…

Zhan Chen stood at the edge of the rapidly fading world and looked at the empty hospital bed.

This is an assessment world. After the new host fails the assessment, it will be shut down directly.

Zhan Chen took a step forward and was hurriedly pulled back by his colleagues: "Are you crazy? The world is about to collapse! Be careful -"

Zhan Chen shook his head, apologized warmly, and walked in.

The copybooks that the new host worked hard to draw stroke by stroke every day, the various materials that he half understood and could not read, and the old laptop computer were all still placed beside the hospital bed.

There was no familiar figure of the young man on the hospital bed. The one 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. The image reversed in his eyes.

The new host and Feng Qing were squeezed into the same body.

Feng Qing is responsible for carving the wooden figure, and the new host is responsible for pointing 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 furious and threw away a piece of wood: "Why are there so many demands! Who are you?"

"He is the human being I raised." Electronic Storm was very proud, "He is more handsome than Zhong San."

Feng Qing didn't believe it at all: "It's impossible. Do you have any evidence?"

All hosts will have their memories sealed when they enter the assessment. Electronic Storm only remembered this, and could not produce any more evidence, so he was a little anxious: "It's true! You saw a staff member of the Supervision Department who replaced Zhong San to fish for law enforcement.Already? As handsome as him..."

Feng Qing was dubious, so he took the wood back and carved it bit by bit as the other party said.

Electronic Storm was happy and hugged the little wooden man happily: "Have you seen this human being? I like him."

"It's useless to like it." Feng Qing sighed, "It's my fault. I won't let you complete the last task. Both of us will turn into particles and float around."

"I didn't want to complete the mission," Electronic Storm said.

Electronic Storm's memory is still locked, but he remembers this incident very firmly: "I promised the human I like that I am a good light group, I will not devour humans, and I will live with him for the rest of my life."

Feng Qing's eyes widened: "Really? You are such a good person."

The good light flashed triumphantly.

Zhan Chen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He tried to reach out his hand, wanting to touch the warm light.

The energy of the assessment world has finally come to an end.

All the images disappeared at the same time, and everything in front of him turned into inorganic gray and disintegrated into countless broken data.

…

One hand held Zhan Chen's hand.

Zhan Chen came back from his memory.

"what happened."

Yu Tang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, still pretending to be asleep dutifully: "Didn't you agree that you will hug me until I wake up?"