My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 413 - 353: Invasion

Late at night, Northern Territory Bank.

The bank staff had mostly left by now, leaving only a few account clerks reconciling the day's ledgers.

All storage and business systems at Northern Territory Bank are manual, except for security, which is so tightly monitored by the 'Eye of Watch' Celestial Eye system that it leaves no corner unchecked, comparable to a military restricted area.

Mr. Screw did not follow the bank's protocol to upload his consciousness to the Celestial Eye system for a scan of the grand building from inside out to ensure there were no discrepancies.

To be precise, he hadn't done that in a long time because there was simply no need. The Celestial Eye system has no blind spots, with thirty-two Fenrir Titans patrolling outside the bank, and hundreds of bionic Blade Dancers on standby inside. Machine gun turrets, which should have been mounted on an airship, are hidden every few dozen meters below ground; no fool would think of challenging the security system of Northern Territory Bank.

Unless they want to experience the taste of being roasted alive by bullets.

Even those mirrors that refract light wouldn't help.

Mr. Screw thought so and chuckled awkwardly, seated at his workstation.

The bionic Blade Dancer ladies gathered around to chat had pert, springy hips, and their long, round mechanical legs gleamed with a metallic sheen. Unlike humans, bionics had no such concerns; clothes were a burden to them, allowing him to feast his eyes.

He had to admit, the new model Blade Dancer ladies were so beautiful they touched his heart, with voices mechanical yet warm, perfectly curved silver bodies, three meters tall, two meters of which were legs—sharp, tall, and the Icar Mantis Blade embedded in their legs retracted smoothly.

These Blade Dancer ladies were born for combat, deadly weapons whose fighting stances were more graceful and lethal than dance.

Noticing the manager's gaze, the Blade Dancer ladies teased by leaning forward slightly, perfectly showcasing their exquisite metallic curves, leaving Mr. Screw captivated, with his circulatory fluid surging.

It was a while before he coughed dryly and looked away, causing a round of laughter among the ladies.

Mr. Screw repeatedly played the image of clear sky and wheat fields in his internal program, quickly cooling his overheating electronic brain. He stroked his beard and gazed into the distant night.

He really was an incompetent bank manager. Who would have thought that just this afternoon, a Divine Artifact capable of changing the world's fate silently shattered?

If the Chichu Family were to learn of this, they would tear him apart and turn him into a BBQ machine.

Luckily, apart from him and those two girls, no one else would ever know of this.

To the outside world, Chichu Yun had been missing since the Yuyuan City battle. Ghost had accidentally found the lost Divine Artifact but did not report it to the Chichu Family.

Out of personal affection for the Young Master, the other party secretly approached him and sealed the Divine Artifact in the bank's underground, waiting for the day when the Young Master would bear his mission. Who would have thought such a thing could happen.

The forces in the shadows were already restless, with the tides of disaster flowing beneath the turbulent skies. Once Pandora's Box was opened, the world would face an unprecedented catastrophe.

He was the only Guardian of the key, capable of keeping the secret until decay, or personally opening the box, releasing the torrent of calamity.

Thinking that the fate of the civilization that created him lay in his hands, was he not, in some sense, like a Mourner, becoming an existence that dominated his creator?

The unusual emotion inevitably surged through the cracks in his mental walls, surprising Mr. Screw with his own thoughts, prompting him to quickly stop such frightening notions.

Clearing his mind, just as Mr. Screw was considering how to boast to his companions after uploading his consciousness to the cluster network today, something suddenly changed!

Only to see a red light flashing abruptly over the bank, and the ear-piercing alarms pulled him back from his thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, all the dormant Titans activated, heavy alloy doors fell, countless passageways were rapidly sealed, and cold black machine gun turrets rose.

"What is this!" Mr. Screw immediately sensed something amiss.

"Warning, unauthorized intrusion." A cold mechanical voice echoed.

Mr. Screw's mechanical eyes rapidly contracted, surveying his surroundings, while the Blade Dancer ladies and account clerks exchanged bewildered glances.

"Are you kidding me? Someone's forcing their way into Northern Territory Bank?"

"Warning, an intruder detected in sector D4, unidentified physiological features breaching defenses!"

When something entirely unpredicted occurred, Mr. Screw was the first to react, waving his hand: "Stop standing around, ladies, enter Level 1 alert mode!"

Like a starting pistol fired at their foreheads, the bionic Blade Dancers instantly entered combat mode, their Yaksha masks automatically covering their faces, with Icar Mantis Blades extending from their arms and legs as they scattered at a hundred meters per second.

Under the dome, a magnificent dance of death unfolded.

Amidst the darkness, a soft lullaby hummed, with only one attendee, the deep blue sapphire on her chest shining brightly, dressed like an elegant noble with green hair, blue robe, layered sleeves, and floral collar.

She ignored gravity, walking on the glass dome, with phosphorescent lamps behind her extinguishing one by one, leaving corridors shrouded in darkness, the light unable to escape her proximity.

The massive cross shadow passed overhead, only then did the security machines below notice her presence, all looking up, their vision unable to scan any information about her; she only free-falled, crushing a Titan into scrap and shattering glass and earth.

"Such a lively reception, allow me to show some sincerity too."

...

"Warning, an intruder detected in sector D1, target breaching Li Cangxuan Corridor."

"Warning, target breached Rachel Corridor. Warning, target advancing towards Elias Corridor!"

"Alert, target has destroyed Elias Corridor, entering the administrative area, and is halting at Arian Corridor."

"Alert, target..."

A series of alarms buzzed through Mr. Screw's head, knowing that these corridors were at least a kilometer apart, heavily guarded, indicating the intruder's breakthrough speed was five times the speed of sound; he could think of no word but 'monster' to describe it.

At this speed, if they continued breaking through, the intruder could reach the central sector in less than ten seconds!

No...

Five seconds.

Mr. Screw's fingers touched the air, and the bank's schematic unfolded before him.

He had connected his consciousness with the 'Eye of Watch' system, entering an overclocked computational state, with millions of data streams surging beneath his eyes every second like pulsating veins and nerves.

He dispatched all of the bank's security forces while expanding his consciousness across every corner of the bank, compiling as an invisible Ghost, shuttling among stone pillars, skimming through long corridors, flooding into every hall.

The kaleidoscope scene unfolded before his eyes, points of light interweaving into lines, lines climbing into images, images embedded constructing space.

Where,

Where,

Where is that guy?

Mr. Screw sealed himself in a data stream-formed room, with each wall rapidly spinning like a Rubik's cube, and a hill of old TVs flickered with every scene he was undergoing.

Where,

The Rubik's cube spun faster and faster.

Can't find,

The world filled with massive noise, vision leaping corridors.

Where on earth?

The static on the TVs sizzled, images flashing past corners.

Just a brief microsecond passed, and he swept through all the VIP and administrative areas of sector D4, entering the lobby.

Another microsecond, his consciousness filled the lobby, down to the carpet, glass display cabinets, then rising from concrete pillars to the dome top, adhering to every beam structure, not sparing a single floating speck of dust.

This time, he captured a ghostly blue figure, but in the exceedingly brief next microsecond, the electronic Ghost heard a snicker.

That sound wasn't loud, yet it thundered through Mr. Screw's consciousness as if ridiculing all of human technological achievements to date.

His consciousness instantly flung skyward, with chaotic disorder flooding like a beast into his awareness!

The Rubik's cube disassembled in the void, the TV bursting with arcs and sparks!

The ghostly blue figure walked at unimaginable speed through walls of concrete and Dragon Steel Copper, strolling through collapsing space's dust, dismantling tall Titans by hand, partnering up with Blade Dancer girls for a deadly waltz, amidst the flickering gun flames of turrets; the metal storm of armor-piercing rounds slower than floating dust before her!