Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 193 Entering the Dreamland Game Again
"It's really dangerous to return to this game..."

Harper spoke slowly, nodding toward the metal sleeve, which was lying flat on the table next to Robert.

"You can't even reprogram inside this game."

"Ariel, what do you think?" Lisa said.

The dark-eyed girl suddenly stared at Robert and the others intently, her eyes flickering like oil flowers floating on the water.

"Where were you then?"

"I have played this game software before, and I can enter the game at the defensive wall of the Castle of the Night, where I left the place in the past."

When Ariel spoke, her voice lowered,
"I'm just waiting for you there."

"You should have told us earlier," interrupted Robert, complaining.

"So, didn't you feel that there was something abnormal at that time?" Lisa asked.

Ariel shook her head.

Robert looked up and said, "But, you are directly connected to the computer, don't you feel that something is wrong?"

Ariel shook her head again:

"The computer thinks everything is fine, as usual.

In normal game passwords, the virus has been modified to be very hidden and impossible to be discovered. "

She glanced sideways at her father, and added brokenly:

"In my opinion, this is a new intelligent virus."

Then came a chilling silence.

Then, Harper broke the silence:

"Have you ever heard of an intelligent virus?"

Robert and the others nodded at the same time.

So Harper fiddled with his fingers in front of his eyes and began to speak eloquently,
"Let me summarize, as you know, there have always been various viruses in the computer field, and perhaps the earliest computer viruses started out as a prank.

However, it was not long before everyone realized that these viruses themselves had serious harmful effects.

We learned how to deal with viruses.

Computer viruses can make the memory function of the computer disappear, destroy the program, mess up the data, and some even destroy the entire internal storage of a machine.

Many of us have experienced outbreaks of certain kinds of viruses that have changed the basic configuration of our day-to-day, and it seems that the viruses you are looking for today will have completely different characteristics in the future. "

"However, we know how to catch most of these viruses and get them off the machine," interposed Robert.

"Practically all of these viruses can be found and eliminated," agreed Hayong, going on,
"This is true even of viruses that themselves can change.

Smart viruses, however, are a little different.

Intelligent viruses have the ability to 'learn'. ’ he said with a forced smile,
"Your parents experimented with various intelligent viruses, and they considered that they might have some beneficial use."

"So, is it really possible?" Lisa asked in amazement.

Harper shook his head in the negative,

"Your parents died in an experimental accident. Of course, this kind of experiment was also stopped." He took a deep breath and said,

"Robert, I'm just speculating now:

When you delete the canyons and traps in the current game program, the virus knows that you will remove some parts of the game code," he continued,
"Then, in my estimation, the virus immediately protects the rest of the code, so that code cannot be eliminated."

"So, when I deleted the wolves, the virus brought back those wolves instead." Robert finally realized the truth.

Harper nodded, agreeing:
"And later, this virus changed the direction of the command and reversed it. As a result, more than ten human wolves were produced.

Later, you set a trap between the werewolf and you. However, because you had entered a program to eliminate a trap, this virus just went against you. cancelled. "

"What would have happened if you hadn't pulled us out just now?" Lisa asked.

Harper's expression became serious, and he said worriedly:

"It's hard to say. If the werewolf killed you at that time, in other words, if your mind thought you were dead, you would immediately be in a virtual reality coma."

He crossed ten fingers and sat down on his chair.

"So, what shall we do now?" asked Robert in amazement.

Harper shrugged, speechless.

Ariel leaned forward on the table and said:
"You can't return to the Castle of the Night, otherwise, you won't be able to survive."

Lisa closed her eyes and ran her hands through her short-cropped hair:

"Could it be that all the "Secret Walking" disks are infected with this virus?" She asked anxiously and anxiously.

"Absolutely impossible," said Robert,
"Otherwise, more people will be in a virtual reality coma."

"In order to prove our innocence to the thirteenth police station, we have to investigate and explain that someone deliberately infected some disks of this game with viruses..." Lisa continued to chatter.

"The only way to do this is to isolate the virus," Robert added.

"Once we do it, we can disable the virus and rescue those who are currently in a coma." Lisa finished speaking, her eyes wide open and shining.

"Originally, only those who entered the castle were plagued by the virus and suffered," Harper said.
"But now, obviously, the virus has spread to every aspect of the game."

Lisa sighed and said:

"We have to get back to the game." She was calm and collected.

Robert touched the metal sleeve on the table and said:
"However, I can no longer carry it with me.

Every time I use it, the computer either repeats my instructions, or goes against my original intention and does it in the opposite direction, making us unpredictable and at a loss. "

"It's not completely defenseless," Harper said briskly,
"In that virtual world, you once entered the program and made warm clothes for yourself.

Likewise, I can make weapons and armor for you, and I will try to bring you as close to the castle as possible. "

"We need to rest for a while." Lisa said solemnly.

She knew Robert wanted to jump into action immediately.

"You must realize that:
Once you enter the virtual reality world, you may never be able to leave there unless you can defeat these viruses. ’ Harper reminded them.

"We know that," said Lisa calmly,
"However, we have no choice. If we don't prove our innocence, then from now on, we will either spend the rest of our lives on the run or put ourselves in a prison of virtual reality."

"You don't have to go back with them," Harper said, looking at Ariel lovingly.

The girl was standing in front of a row of computer screens, looking at the two of Robert with concern.

She turned around slowly, the red light from the monitor reflected in her eyes:
"I must go back," she said to herself,

"They need someone to look after them."

"There's no need for either of us to go back." Lisa spoke calmly.

She lay on the hard metal cot, her hands behind her head, her eyes fixed on the low, rusted ceiling.

Robert muttered feebly.

It was not long before he fell into a drowsiness, and the terrible nightmare kept disturbing him.

In the dream he felt as if he was being chased by a group of dim and gray monsters.

Every time he managed to escape pursuit, the ground cracked open beneath him, and he fell in...and in...and again.

"Did you hear me?" Lisa asked.

"I heard it, I heard it." Robert replied hastily, sitting up, yawning, stretching his waist,

"I'm listening to you." He glanced at the tiny watch on his wrist and was startled to realize that he had slept eight hours.

However, he still feels very tired.

"As I said earlier, there is no need for both of us to return to that virtual reality world. One of us should stay here, just in case."

Robert jumped off the bed suddenly, turned around and looked at Lisa:

"What does this mean? Just in case?"

"You know what I mean," she replied calmly.

"You're saying that if one of us was killed in the game," Robert interrupted her hastily,

"So, what should we do in the future?"

Lisa could hear some anger in his voice, so she sat up and looked at Robert.

"If you entered the game and were killed inside, what should I do?" Robert couldn't hold back and said,

"How will I live in the future?"

Lisa reached out, grabbed Robert's hand and squeezed it lightly.

Robert and Robert were always inseparable, and this close rapport, this ability to think and act in complete harmony, made them outstanding game-making experts.

"If anything happens to you," said Robert, looking into Lisa's bright sapphire eyes,

"I will have no relatives."

Lisa nodded, "I think so too." She smiled as she spoke,

"So I don't want you to go back to that game because I'm worried you might get into trouble..."

"I'm equally worried that if you go back to that game, something might happen too.

So, we made up our minds," he said firmly.

"Either we don't go, or..."

"Let's all go." Lisa made the final decision.

"And, we must return victorious!" They encouraged each other.

"This time you enter the virtual reality world, I'm afraid you will never return." Alan Harper said to himself.

The two of Robert were lying on the narrow metal platform at this time.

A row of screens behind him started to activate. When a main video screen was slowly counting down from 60 to 0, rows of numbers scrolled continuously, and colorful patterns appeared one after another.

"I've adapted some game codes," he explained,
"Thus I will furnish you with arms and armor.

Exactly how long they'll last, I'm not sure, but you have to understand that sooner or later, the virus in the game will somehow destroy them and render you defenseless. "

He turned his attention to Ariel, who was already standing there, ready to break into the world of virtual reality.

"Be careful!" he warned her.

"Use your special weapon wisely. I hope you return safely."

Robert had already put on his soft flesh-colored gloves, but stopped before putting on his goggles.

"Let us get as close to the castle as possible, as close as possible." He ordered.

Harper nodded, "I devised a way to activate upon entry."

He looked back at the screen, which was counting down.

20...19...18...

"Do you know what you're looking for?" Harper asked.

"I don't know yet." Robert smiled slyly,

"As far as we know, it must be the core part of the castle, because it is the most complicated part of the game."

"There are 5 seconds left!" Ariel suddenly reminded loudly, then reached under her hair and connected the curved red wire.

She gasped for breath, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was about to enter the virtual reality world.

Robert and Lisa put on their narrow virtual reality goggles, and suddenly they saw a gray blankness before their eyes, then jagged static stripes of yellow and white shot in, and they heard high-pitched noise in their ears. The screaming sound of frequency disturbed them restlessly.

Harper's voice echoed in the distance:

"You guys are going to have some disruption as I start the second half of the game.

Instead of reprogramming the game, I could just speed it up and potentially activate the virus.

Now, the four 10 minutes of the first stage have been compressed into 28 seconds.

You may feel dizzy and nauseous, so if you close your eyes, you will probably feel better..."

"Good luck!" he then called out, ending the countdown.

3, 2, 1...

His voice faded away, lost in the ensuing devilish crackle.

In the pair of Robert's goggles, those static streaks got wilder.

Irregular spots and bright flashes popped before their eyes.

The color of the light was so dazzling that it caused them unbearable pain.

Then they fell slowly, the wind howling across their faces, suffocating them and drowning their cries.

Suddenly, in a dead silence, they felt a downward motion that stopped the heart.

After a few seconds, they regained consciousness and seemed to hear faint laughter.

A burst of damp fell on their faces, and they blinked in surprise to find that the two were lying side by side on the wet grass, with a surging torrent beside them.

The waves hit the river bank and splashed on them.

This illusion is very real. They can feel the cold water dripping down their necks drop by drop. The falling water drops are cold, wet their faces and soak their lips.

Robert rolled over and sat up with a moan of pain.

He looked around for Ariel, but there was no sign of her.

He was very anxious, worried that she would fall into the river and drown.

He moved slowly and stood tenaciously.

He turned and tried to help Lisa to her feet when suddenly he stopped and blinked hard.

The outlines of Lisa's body were vague and shimmering, almost as if he were looking at her through that steaming haze.

He touched her face and wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand, wondering if something was wrong with the virtual reality goggles.

Yet things around him seemed transparent and clear as crystal.

"Is that Robert?" Lisa asked in a soft whisper.

She fell to the ground, frozen, unable to move her muscles or even blink her eyes.

"What's the matter with me, Robert?" She struggled to hide her fear, but her voice trembled.

Could it be that she has contracted the virus?

Is this a coma?

Robert took a closer look, and suddenly gray and white streaks of light flashed on Lisa's arms and legs, some flickered around her fingers, and some gathered on her chest, shoulders and thighs, clusters of silver light Flickering, the stuff slowly hardened, congealing into a skin of cold metal.

Her hands were quickly covered with long-fingered metal gloves, and her feet were covered with knee-high silver boots with toes and spikes.

A long zigzag sword emerged from the ground beside her, and a sharp dart was projected directly in front of Robert from the thin air with a "bang" and fell to the ground.

Robert suddenly understood what had happened.

"So, Harper is duplicating weapons and armor for castle warriors."

(End of this chapter)