Another World: My life is on the hook!

In the vast data space, there is a torrent of numbers flowing everywhere in the West.

Huge firewalls and digital scanners are spread across every node of this network. The closer the area is to the three light banquet terminals, the stronger the information defense. There are even a large number of teams composed of intelligent mechanical consciousnesses that patrol and guard all parts of this data network at all times.

It can be said.

Such a defense is almost impregnable.

But to her, no matter what kind of defense it is, it is meaningless. Unless the Seven Gods are stationed there in person, all the arrangements in this webway world are useless to her.

almost.

After transferring and folding through one node after another, she was getting closer and closer to the nearest high-level light banquet terminal.

next moment.

She jumped down and landed on a virtual network of an information node.

But just when she was about to make another jump and transfer through this node, a stream of abnormal data passed through her blue eyes like a breeze, and like a rootless duckweed, passed through her shoulders and drifted aimlessly towards the data network behind her.

but.

She stopped.

The abnormality of that piece of data made her turn her head back and look at the dark web filled with messy data.

It was like a call, and also like a sense of familiarity that seemed to have been forgotten long ago.

The entire virtual network of the Mechanicus had already been completely transformed by the Seven Gods. Except for a few virtual worlds including the Hive City that had not yet been abolished, the computing power of the entire Mechanicus had been mobilized, and there was no longer any messy and meaningless data in the network.

But what is that?

She could have cared less.

But for some reason, she stopped, turned around, and rushed towards the direction where the data was floating like the wind.

Catch that stream of data in your hands.

Her eyes reflected the data stream in her hand, and she could tell at a glance that the encoding method of this data was completely not the style of the Mechanicus.

Clumsy but delicate.

What’s more important is that the way the data was encoded, and even the arrangement and combination of each number, gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Just like...

Just like she used to...

Her eyes were calm, but she didn't know why. It was as if there was an invisible force urging her on. She finally urged the data in her hand and slowly unfolded it in her hand.

Time seemed to slow down the moment she unfolded.

Her eyes were like a drop of ink dropped into a calm pond, with a dripping sound, creating ripples that lasted for a long time.

Like some long forgotten memories.

at this moment.

It swept over her like a tide, causing her hands to tighten subconsciously.

Because it's a painting.

As the data was analyzed, the painting slowly unfolded in her hands. It was just the simplest outline of some lines and a few fills of color. You could even imagine the clumsiness and cautiousness of the person when drawing this graffiti.

A simple drawing, a simple boy, a pair of smiling eyes, and a ray of sunshine.

That's all.

For mechanical consciousness.

These are all meaningless data, and even if they see them, they won't even stop for a moment.

But she just stared for a long time, silent.

Because when I saw this painting.

She already understood.

he came.

Are you trying to tell me that you have returned to this place, that you have sneaked into this sad place again?

So what?

She tightened the grip on the painting.

But just when she was about to give it up and move towards her destination again, she stopped suddenly.

She opened her hand again and looked up again.

Because she found something wrong with the painting. If she had forgotten, if she had never cared about it, then perhaps she would never have noticed that there was something wrong with the painting.

Because the boy's hand in the painting is pointing to the sunshine in the sky.

But that's not right.

Her paintings, she knows.

She has never forgotten the action of the boy she painted. He was pointing forward, perhaps with an angle of less than 30 degrees, but she remembered every detail. But at this moment, the boy in the painting was pointing at the sunlight.

The data flow in the network was blowing her figure.

Her hands slowly clenched.

She was smart, and this small change would be completely invisible to people who had not seen the original painting, but for her, it only took her a moment to understand the meaning of the painting.

"Do you want to tell me something? Or do you want me to come find you?"

She looked up.

at last.

She stayed there for a long time.

No one knows what she is thinking.

But finally.

She still made a decision.

She glanced at the webpath ahead, then finally withdrew her gaze, turned around, and flew in another direction.

If this was really the message for her.

If the boy pointing to the sun was not a meaningless change.

Then she would know.

Because in this virtual world, there will be no sunshine except in that place.

You want to see me.

Or did you leave anything for me?

"Lynn."

……

……

Traveling all the way through the data network.

Countless memories that had long been buried in the dust seemed to flood in at this moment, causing her eyes to be extremely turbulent.

Although she wanted to curb it, she could not erase those things from her heart.

"Sister Commander, what do you think is above the black fog?"

"If I can charge just by standing in the sun - Commander sister - I think that must be a very satisfying thing -"

"Sister Commander - I can assure you - I assure you that he has never lied..."

One incident after another, one scene after another.

It was like reviewing a lifetime in an instant.

But when that figure gradually overlapped with Lin En's face, the pain that once burst out from the bottom of his heart became equally intense and unbearable.

She raised her head, her face calm and expressionless.

She stopped suddenly.

Standing there for a long time.

It was like there was a voice inside her heart constantly telling her not to have any more contact with that creature.

No matter he is an enemy or a friend, no matter he is a liar or a person you can cooperate with, don't let your life have anything to do with him anymore. Because of his existence, your entire life trajectory has been forced to change. If you continue to intersect with him, no one can know where your destiny will eventually go.