Gamers Are Fierce

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The cold was like a bucket of ice water filled with thousands of years of ice, pouring on the heads of the visitors from another world.

They have envisioned countless situations and figured out how to flatter, hide their clumsiness, and negotiate.

In less than three minutes,

Seek maximum benefits for yourself and the organization behind you.

But they never expected to hear the word player from the mouth of a native from another world, a character from the data world.

It feels like someone has taken off your armor and exposed your deepest secrets.

The corners of Sunset Molten Gold's mouth twitched, and his emotions screamed wildly, telling him to teleport away from this copy immediately.

But at the same time, his reason is also asking him to stay - the Gandalf in front of him, or something that looks like Gandalf, must know some huge secret, and is probably not hostile and can communicate.

If there was hostility and deliberate murder, they could have made a surprise attack just now and killed four players by surprise - this was their home field.

As his mind raced, Sunset Melting Gold was shocked to find that the other three companions did not choose to teleport away. They all stood there, probably with the same mentality as him.

【Increase resistance】

[Endure elemental damage]

【Psychic Protection】

【Dimensional cat】

...

While the witch drank the magic potion tons and tons, she released various buffs and preventive spells to guard against the opponent's sudden attack.

The pure white cross pattern was once again reflected in the Twilight Knight's pupils, and a complex circle of sacred marks appeared under his feet.

As for Li Ang, his hands were clasped behind his back, and he was calm and calm, with no trace of panic or urgency at all.

etc,

Everyone's eyes were focused on Li Ang's feet,

He himself looked as calm as if the mountain had collapsed but his expression remained unchanged.

But countless vines grew under my feet,

The carpet was woven into long strips, like an airport escalator, carrying him backwards quickly.

While sliding, it also made a didi beep~didi beep~ sound.

Everyone is watching what I do.

Li Ang looked puzzled and said, You guys talk, I'll just watch from here.

With such an episode, everyone couldn't be serious even if they wanted to.

The muscles at the corners of Gandalf's eyes twitched slightly, and he sighed wanly. He leaned on his staff and walked down the invisible stairs with Yuri.

Two central city game characters, separated by a distance, said indifferently to the travelers from another world: You are players, to be precise, players selected by the killing game.

The travelers from another world looked at each other, and the witch took a deep breath, neither admitting nor denying, How do you two know...

You are acting too carelessly,

Gandalf shook his head and said calmly: I always feel that if there is a system to help cover it up, I can abuse the extraordinary abilities of other worlds at will.

I feel that the indigenous people in the script missions are all stupid and blind people, and they will never be able to see anything unusual.

Don’t forget that this is a world of data, and the characters you play are real people.

Unusual actions may be able to hide from low-level data, but they cannot be hidden from strong people who have reached the world's ceiling and can browse and browse data at will.

Seemingly noticing the surprised expression on the face of the visitor from another world, Gandalf smiled slightly and said, Don't worry, we are not hostile.

If there were, you would have been directly erased during the game.

After saying that, Gandalf waved his staff towards the ground next to him.

There are no energy fluctuations or sound and light effects.

The ground pointed by the tip of the staff suddenly cracked,

Millions of tons of hot magma, wrapped in high-temperature steam, gush out from deep underground and reach into the sky.

The ground shook violently, smoke and dust filled the air, and the hot air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, proving to players that the apocalyptic volcanic eruption was not a special effect.

What’s even more shocking is yet to come.

When the lava reached a high altitude and was about to fall, Gandalf tapped the ground again with his staff.

A cold light shot out from the tip of the staff and jumped along the ground into the magma.

In an instant, the scorching hot lava with thousands of degrees froze from the bottom up, freezing rapidly.

The lava fountain tens of meters high turned into a huge icicle emitting cold air in an instant.

The players were shocked. They could clearly see that this was not a superficial special effect.

It is pure power, a perfect combination of energy utilization efficiency.

After the show of force, it’s time to talk.

As you can imagine, we are players too.

Gandalf smiled kindly, with the player nickname Oluoin appearing above his head, and the word Yuri floating above his companion's head.

Player nicknames cannot be forged. When they see the words, the system will directly give players an intuition that this is indeed a nickname.

However, the witch's expression did not improve.

On the contrary, alarm bells rang loudly in her heart. The fingers of the palm behind her were fluttering and dancing, and she released several protective spells, and thoughts surged in her mind.

The sudden appearance of Gandalf and Yuri with player qualifications, the inexplicable isolation sandbox world setting, the mission name of [High Dimensional Hacking]...

Don't be nervous,

Gandalf didn't pay attention to the witch's hidden hostility, and smiled gently: Do you think,

I will detain and murder you,

Take away your player qualifications,

Transfer player qualifications to my subordinates' data?

The players said nothing;

Gandalf smiled and asked gently: Can I ask the name of your mission this time?

This question seems to be answered,

The witch frowned and announced the name of the mission in a deep voice.

[High-dimensional hacking]...

Gandalf lowered his eyes and murmured: What a fitting pun.

The first meaning refers to the invasion of low-dimensional players from high-dimensional alien worlds.

The second meaning is that if a low-dimensional being kills a player, it will qualify and complete the dimension upgrade.

What do the third and fourth levels mean...

Ah.

He shook his head and said calmly: It is indeed possible for me to kill you.

The premise is that the four of you are morally corrupt people who are addicted to killing, violent and cruel.

But judging from Comrade Yuri's judgment, you are not.

The bald middle-aged man with a sinister expression next to him nodded, with an imperceptible amplitude.

Seeing the vigilant expressions on the players' faces, Gandalf smiled and explained: Don't be nervous, Yuri is not mentally interfering with you.

If the system wants players to have contact with players in another world, it will directly indicate,

There is no label, which means that this situation will not occur during the system's task identification process.

In addition, mind reading is not limited to directly invading the brain with psychic energy.

Micro-expressions of facial muscles, slight tremors and twitches of fingers, head, eyes, neck, hands, elbows, arms, body, hips...

All body movements express thoughts and emotions hidden in the subconscious.

Being good at observation is also a kind of mind reading.

...What do you want to explain?

The witch frowned slightly and said cautiously, It's not like we're teaching micro-expression psychology online.

What I'm trying to say is very simple.

Gandalf said kindly: Go back and tell the rest of your world,

at all costs,

Win the battle for the door in the second stage of the killing game.

What?

Sunset Melting Gold was stunned and said, How do you know...

Before the words were spoken, the time limit had ended, and the four players disappeared.

Gandalf looked at the location where the player disappeared, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

They haven't reached level twenty yet.

Yuri stepped forward, his voice calm and steady, If they reach level 20, they will understand the specific settings when players from the two worlds meet.

Are you worried that they are not strong enough to make other people in their world take this sentence seriously?

Gandalf shook his head and said: They may not be the strongest in the world, but they are not far behind.

That young man with a divine nature is very interesting.

And that little witch...she has a very special aura...

special?

Yuri frowned, What are you talking about...

Shuttler.

A sharp, hoarse, low voice like the chirping of birds came from the void next to the two of them, That little witch knows a shuttler like me.

Where the sound came from, the air rippled like water ripples,

A round blue figure rolled out of the void and landed on the ground with a snap.

This is a penguin-like creature,

It is about one meter tall, with upright legs, a long beak, and short feathers. It has blue feathers on its back and white feathers on its front.

There is a red and white checkered tie tied under the neck, and a short black cane is held in the flipper-shaped right forelimb.

His eyes sparkled with wisdom,

It just looks a little funny and funny.

Yuri and Gandalf did not neglect, bowed their heads and said respectfully: Mr. Akili.

Um.

The penguin named Akili nodded slightly, The third meaning of [high-dimensional hacking] refers to the founders of this world and the original intention of building servers - in order to deal with plane wars, they specially built a low-latitude the world of data,

Use it for experiments to see if it is possible to create existences with free will and player qualifications in the data world.

If so, you can go to the data plane through dimensionality reduction and hunt for special data that qualify as players.

Continuously harvest and plunder player qualifications.

Unfortunately, the creator of this world died in the last plane war thousands of years ago.

Only an entire server planet is left.

And the fourth meaning of [high-dimensional hacking],

It means that the game characters in the isolation sandbox can select the winner through a ceremony (that is, the death chariot).

Teleported to the high-dimensional real world and into a body printed using standard construction templates,

get free,

Dimension upgrade completed.

Akili paused and complained to himself: The main reason is that the infrastructure of this data world has not been updated or maintained for too long.

The server's meme sensing and receiving device is still continuously absorbing cultural artifacts from other planets in this plane.

The data world is becoming more and more complicated and heavy.

Even I can't export all the data characters in Central City to the higher-dimensional real world in one go.

You can only use the transmission channel preset by the creator, slightly modify it, and make it into a death chariot mode.

A small amount of data is allowed to be sent out at a time.

Considering that the time flow rate in the data world is a hundred times that of the real world, there should be...

One hundred and thirty-four people?

The penguin tilted his head and carefully recalled the approximate number of people on the surface of the server planet for a while, then decisively chose to give up, Tsk, forget it.

By the way, the boy with the mark of the gods should have taken the Lesser Master Ball away.

Gandalf nodded, Take it away.

That's good.

Penguin raised his forelimbs, straightened his tie, and murmured: Mario's bones, Sub-Master Ball, Isaac's tears, nano-biochemical suit, trinocular night vision device, .L.412...

It is enough to use the props for anchoring the shuttle.

Gandalf asked, Are you leaving?

Well, I will use the props used to anchor the shuttle,

Go to the Earth of the C-137 crystal wall system.

Penguin threw up his cane and squeezed it tightly, My compatriots in Gestalt consciousness told me,

In the history of that planet, many shuttlers like us were born, who traveled between crystal wall systems and even planes.

They have been in contact with us.

I will observe their value,

Come forward at the right time and hand over to the ruler of the planet.

I hope that this time, they can be ready to participate in this plane war.

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When I opened my eyes again, what appeared in front of me was the desktop that came with the win10 laptop.

The witch took a deep breath and stood up from the chair suddenly. She lost her balance and stumbled backwards.

The side effects caused by the magic disorder have not disappeared yet. My limbs are weak and my brain is tingling. It is like there are countless axes, saws and chisels, making trouble in my mind.

careful.

A gentle voice came, and there was a bang behind the witch, and an extra sofa appeared to hold her firmly.

The person who summoned the sofa was a man wearing a brown trench coat.

He is sitting on a wooden chair in the church. He has short black hair, an ordinary appearance, a gentle expression, and some wrinkles on his face. He can't tell whether he is handsome or ugly, and he can't tell whether he is middle-aged or old (maybe older?)

This person is the witch's teacher, the creator of the Syndicate, the being known as the Professor.

This is an empty church in the suburbs of London,

The witch's companion, Meowth, was sitting on the wooden chair next to the professor, gloating at his uncomfortable-looking companion, and licking the hair on his forelimbs happily - just like a real gray-white kitten.

Feeling better?

The professor snapped his fingers, and the stained glass in front of the church flickered, and the warm sunlight shone on the witch, which made the uncomfortable expression on the latter's face ease a lot.

call...

The witch breathed a long sigh of relief and nodded gratefully towards her teacher.

Logically speaking, the elusive professor would not show up specifically for a student's script assignment.

The witch didn't expect that after she reported the mission name and mission briefing to the Syndicate,

The Professor was teleported to London and found the Witch and Meowth meeting at the church stronghold.

Tell me about everything that happened in the high-dimensional hacking.

The professor said gently: Don't miss any detail.

Um.

The witch nodded and began a long story.

After one hour,

The professor frowned slightly, That is to say,

In 2077, humans invented the technology of intubation in the back of the head, setting off a wave of developing immersive experience games.

Countless games have been refurbished and put into city-level servers that integrate all network resources in human society for people to play.

Times have changed, things have changed, and no one cares about old games, sinking to the bottom of the server.

Certain characters in the game world gradually developed self-awareness. As a result, they were judged as abnormal data by the server's anti-virus program and put into the isolation sandbox, thus giving birth to Central City.

The residents of the city held a race called the Death Chariot to compete fairly for the chance to return to their hometown.

That's right.

Well...there's a problem,

The professor pondered and said, I don't know if you noticed it.

The witch felt a little guilty and pinched her fingers, Uh, what's the problem?

motivation.

The professor said calmly: The contestants lack motivation.

According to what you said,

Central City contains data that were exiled because they gained free will.

They seem to have no reason to return to their home world - there are only some game characters who are not very intelligent and can only speak thousands of lines preset by the system.

Not the friends and relatives they expected.

A creature with its own will,

and dead things that only respond automatically,

There are already two worlds, and even going back will only increase the pain.

The witch was stunned when she heard this. She had indeed thought about this problem, but she didn't think deeply about it. Isn't it normal for something strange to happen in the data world?

No, the world operates according to fixed laws, even the world of data.

The professor said casually: Besides, from the perspective of a game designer,

Some small-scale games are not suitable or necessary to be open worlds.

Zelda only needs one continent;

The King of Fighters only needs one city;

Gunfight shooting games only require a few maps.

If you follow what the instructor told you,

All resources in the sandbox should be for entertainment-oriented players, not for building a completely real world.

There is absolutely no need for the game characters to fight each other in order to return to the broken world.

unless...

Unless what?

The witch asked subconsciously, out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Meow's head, already asleep and coiled up in a circle on the wooden chair.

The professor smiled and said, Unless the instructor lied to you,

In other words, what she received herself was also false information.

The whole death game/dimensional ascension ceremony has another purpose.

The witch frowned, thought for a moment and asked: Then, what happened to Gandalf and Yuri?

They are players born naturally in the data world.

Or is it the data of winning the Death Tank race and qualifying as a player?

Or is it the data of killing real-world players in previous Death Tank races and qualifying as players?

It's possible,

The professor nodded, However, I personally prefer another guess.

The entire world of data and death chariot racing has someone behind the scenes, pulling the strings.

His purpose is unknown,

You just accidentally broke into his territory,

Worse still, you may have been taken advantage of by him without your even knowing it.

Is this the battle for the door that Gandalf talked about at the end?

The witch frowned and looked up at the professor, Teacher, do you know something...

There is no one in sight,

Where the man in the windbreaker originally sat, only a gust of breeze lifted the hair on the tip of the gray kitten's ears next to him, causing it to twitch its ears in its sleep.

Tch, that's it again.

The witch put her hands on her hips and curled her lips in displeasure.

Seeing the sleeping soundly Meow, he walked forward quietly and quietly,

The evil hands reached for the long hair on the tip of the kitten's ears.

The cat mage's ear hair is a rare and expensive spell-casting material...

Meow! Ouch! What did you do, stinky witch!!!

It hurts, it hurts! Let go! It's just a hair, don't bite it to death! Why, didn't I use hypnosis and pain tolerance? Why are you still awake?

Hmph, do you think I don't know what you think? Before meeting you, I specially put more than ten layers of protective magic on myself. Mere hypnosis has nothing to do with it...

Haha, are you sleepy? I know what you think of me. Can your protective magic resist the sleeping powder I sprinkled on your cat's paws before? Pour it for me!

Naive! I have predicted that you think I will miss you so much! I have already sprinkled the powder on your nose intact through the breeze caused by the teacher's teleportation.

It's you who are naive! I predicted that you would predict and I predicted your action pattern! Those powders were deliberately created by me to confuse you. The real killing move was actually under the wooden chair you are sitting on. The confinement circle. The nonsense I just talked with you is enough for me to activate the magic circle to lock you here.

Now, be obedient and call out the hair on your ears!

In a church on the outskirts of London, two mages, a man and a cat, are still playing the infinite matryoshka game of I have predicted that you will predict this, how can I predict you? and they are enjoying themselves endlessly.

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