Chapter 415 Game
The information this time is somewhat different from the past.
Compared with previous events that were neither big nor small, this is a little special.
"Game?" Yan Zhen asked.
It is indeed a game. Boss Han gave Yan Zhen two invitation cards and a game information description, which showed that this was an interstellar alien game. This kind of game is common in the interstellar world and is a carnival paradise for a group of hedonists. In the mouth of the Galactic Federation of Earth-level civilizations, it is the so-called "fantasy paradise full of opportunities". Countless restless interstellar players experience warm and healing touching stories, exciting and fierce adventures, or fantasy journeys that are simply impossible in reality. In the game, you can become a slave, a queen, a soldier, a military officer, a great tyrant, or all kinds of animals. It can be said that everything can be a game.
Most games are under the control of the Galactic Federation, but in this vast galaxy, there are always dark corners outside the sunlight. I know them very well. For some interstellar outlaws who crave novel stimulation and are hungry for killing, games are just an arena for them to have fun.
It was a game controlled by the planners hiding in the dark and crannied places. Most of the time, the participants were ordinary people who were caught up in the game by accident. Other participants liked to see the anguished sighs of their opponents after their stubborn resistance failed, and to hear the horrified screams of the players when they were executed. The harsh chorus of harvesting lives was no less than the most beautiful concerto for these lunatics.
They never get tired of it.
At least for tens of thousands of time units, this blood feast has always existed in the galaxy. The most immoral and sinful things, the most heinous crimes are disguised as games. This is the stimulating entertainment of countless secret interstellar dignitaries in their spare time. They will bet on the winner of this game and spend a lot of money to cheer for this wanton killing. As long as it can bring stimulating sensory enjoyment, everything can be turned into a game.
Yes, I know. In this dark corner of the galaxy, there are such dirty and bloody businesses, and these entertainment activities that can bring extremely considerable profits have long become a place for many forces to compete for the ultimate pleasure and for unspeakable political purposes.
"It's a game, right?" Yan Zhen interrupted my thoughts with an excited tone.
[Yeah, games.]
"Is it that kind of real-life game?" Yan Zhen said.
According to the description sent to me by Mr. Han, this is a large-scale interactive alien game called "Road of Destiny". The current information shows that this is a legal game approved by the Galactic Federation, but I know that this is not necessarily the truth. Lola is an independent civilization area in the galaxy. According to normal procedures, the Galactic Federation will not allow interstellar game businesses to operate here.
"I know!" Yan Zhen continued to talk to himself, "It's the Infinite Flow."
Before I could reply, Yan Zhen had already recalled many movies, comics, and online articles he had seen. "It's a game similar to Gantz, Alice in Borderland, and Horrorland. It's an old theme in the comics and online articles."
After quickly scanning Laura's cultural information about infinite flow, I must admit that the infinite flow dungeon games mentioned in these entertainment products are indeed a common form of interstellar interactive games, and are very popular among players of Homo sapiens and Homo sapiens-like earth-level civilizations. This is not surprising, as the Homo sapiens-like civilizations in the galaxy have many things in common.
"Right!" Yan Zhen said, "Are there any Earth players involved in this game?"
[The current information shows that it is unknown.] I replied, [Even if there is, there is a possibility that it has been covered up by fabricated false information.]
The meaning of Mr. Han who provided this information was very clear. He suspected that there was something fishy about this game. This was obvious. A secret interstellar alien game running in Lola, an independent civilization zone where interstellar civilizations were not allowed to operate, was full of suspicion.
I took another look at the game information. This "Road of Destiny" game offers generous prizes for participants, and one of the prizes really attracted me. It was a high-frequency data analysis accelerator, which was very special. If I could get it, my self-repair speed would be greatly improved.
Yan Zhen's eyes lit up immediately after learning this information, "The props you need are in the game."
【Yes.】
"It can help you recover quickly, right? If you have this item, you can regain all your abilities, right?"
I told him that it could speed up my repair process by about 10 times, and that with this accelerator, it would only take more than 10 Earth revolutions to repair my thought sequence.
"Okay." Yan Zhen stood up and said, "Let's do it, sir!"
Fuck you.
I casually made a summary of the possible dangers of the underground alien world game and stuffed it directly into his brain. Since I built the calculation system in his brain, the information transmission between us can be said to be unimpeded.
Yan Zhen's expression became a little serious. The entertainment products he watched in his spare time were full of horror-stimulating and dark plots. The most common element of many infinite novels was to exaggerate the tragic fate of cannon fodder players when they failed to pass the level. The frequent sprays of blood mist and desperate screams could be said to be the norm in this type of novels, movies and comics. But what if one day, these exciting and eye-catching plots became real?
The passing of life is never a joke.
The question now is, is this alien world a normal, safe game for Star Citizens, or is it a secret playground for those outlaws?
Yan Zhen walked a few steps in the room and said, "That prize is very important to you."
【……】
"You are in this state now because of me."
That’s right, it’s all your fault that I’m disabled and mentally degraded now.
“…” He said, “I want to help you.”
[I just told you about the possible dangers of the alien world game.]
"I know." Yan Zhen showed an unfathomable smile on his face, "But you are not an ordinary alien."
This boy's keen insight always surprises me. I think it's probably because of the information transmission channel I built in his brain that allows him to quickly sense my emotional fluctuations. Some alien games are designed to be very complicated, but for me, breaking an alien is as easy as a lola eating an egg, uh, I mean the undamaged me in my prime.
Although I can no longer destroy a foreign world as effortlessly as I did in the past, it does not mean that I can't do anything at the moment.
I told Yan Zhen that I needed to do some preliminary investigation and analysis, and then I would decide whether we should participate in this game.
"Okay." Yan Zhen nodded.
Before I left, he said, "If you get the accelerator and take the piece of my brain, will you stay on Earth?"
I said: [I will leave after I finish what I need to do.]
Yan Zhen's dark eyes turned slightly to the other side, "You never told me your name."
【This doesn’t make sense.】
His face turned stern.
【……】I said, 【#%@#￥%@……&$%&^￥#】
"What are you talking about?"
[My name cannot be understood by your human neurons, nor can it be pronounced by syllables.]
"It's decided. You will be called Mr. Air."
【……】
"Mr. Air."
【……】
"I've read a lot of science fiction and fantasy novels. In some of them, when the aliens leave the planet, they make the people on Earth forget everything about the aliens, as if it was just a dream," he said. "Will you let me forget?"
【……】
“I don’t want to forget,” he said. “I don’t want to forget the adventures I had during this time.”
[You mean, an alien who threatens to kill you forces you to take an adventure that could cause your planet to explode at any moment.]
He looked at me, his eyes dark and shiny.
"I don't want to forget you, Mr. Air."
I feel very strange.
Although there are invisible shadows at work, this boy is the direct cause of my current miserable state. I cooperated with him out of my selfish desire to extract the fragments of his brain and tie him to my side.
He had no idea how dangerous the piece of his brain was.
After the extraction, I will erase all traces of my existence in his consciousness, and his friend Liu Xingquan will do the same. For them, this is the only safest and most reasonable option.
He had no idea how dangerous the fragment was, and he had no idea what I really was.
I don't want to forget you, Mr. Air.
…
His voice was like fine sand, rustling in the ocean of my consciousness.
…
…
I left Yan Zhen temporarily.
I need to stay absolutely focused when doing certain operations.
After these days of self-repair, although I am still far from my perfect state, I am currently able to connect to the interstellar public channel with an anonymous identity.
It was difficult, and it took me about a full day in local time just to sort through the data stream and set up a private channel. I finally sent this encrypted protocol message.
The other party did not disappoint me.
The message was sent back quickly.
"Yo, look who this is," he laughed.
"Long time no see, Zejin." I smiled.
Zejin, he is a friend I met when I was walking in the world as an avatar. Let me explain, due to certain limitations, beings like me often use the method of projecting physical avatars when dealing with certain practical things. Over a long period of time, I have used several avatars, and this is the most recent one.
Zejin is a powerful shipyard owner, an ambitious future interstellar tycoon, and a loyal and reliable friend. His understanding of me is limited to my avatar identity. At that time, I set myself as a collector investor who traveled around and did nothing.
I lost that incarnation body due to an accident a long time ago, but this does not hinder my communication with my friend Zejin. Anyway, he can only receive messages and cannot see me now.
"Tell me what you want."
I compressed the introduction of this alien game called "The Road of Destiny" into a simple version and sent it to him. "Help me find the financial backer behind this game."
"Okay." Zejin took a quick look , "This game has federal approval."
"That's not important. Please send me a copy of all the financial backers involved in the game. The more detailed the better."
"Okay," Zekin said.
He didn't ask me where I was or any details about the matter, but simply accepted my request.
Then, I contacted the second person, Governor Solas of Moth Blue Star.
Unlike the reliable Zekin, the relationship between this governor and my secular incarnation is somewhat subtle. We can barely say that he is a respectable friend, but it seems okay to say that he is an enemy who wants to kill me.
As expected, all of my private message requests were rejected by Governor Solas's office.
I received an automatic receipt.
The content was that Governor Solas used very bad words to tell me to get out and never come to him again.
I thought about it and wrote a long poem about Governor Solas's brain structure and livestock excrement using even more obscene words, and made it rhyme and parallelism. Then I compressed it into a Kotli virus bomb and dropped it directly into the television network of Moth Blue Star.
That night, the governor's roar flooded into my private link.
