Player Reload
Chapter 769 - 652: Memories (4K)_3
No programming Skills needed, you just plug in the network cable, press a button, and you can invade the local network,
or hack into a designated phone, or take over an entire city’s traffic signals, or paralyze a substation, or release an electronic virus and hit every target indiscriminately.
If that still doesn’t work, Sunset Melting Gold is apparently still alive, right?
As a member of Whale Song, if he can’t take care of a disembodied AI, he might as well find a network cable and hang himself.
"Okay."
Lobster didn’t waste words. He reached into the void and yanked out a long string of medals, which clanged and jingled.
As the tallest mountain and longest river in the Rifle scene, with over a decade of pro-career behind him, Lobster had never managed to take the championship that symbolized the highest honor,
but all the other medals from first-, second-, and third-tier tournaments were still way too many—otherwise he wouldn’t have accumulated that many fans.
This move made no sense in Lulina’s eyes, but their teammate Lamborgini’s pupils shrank as he shouted, "Brother Shrimp, what are you doing? Are you insane?!"
This is the RLG Team’s ultimate trump card—once it’s used, enemy and self both die.
Previously, the Cyber Supervision Department had relayed a message through Lulu Xiu: any player who dies in the finals will have their brainwaves in the real world fall silent as well, turning them into a vegetable.
"I’m not crazy. This is the last option we’ve got, isn’t it?"
Lobster was unnervingly calm as he spoke quickly: "Just with us, just with the Cyber Supervision Department, there is no way we can wipe out Wan Ling."
"As a Universal AI, she’s already seeped into every network hub, every connected device."
"If she wants, she can make planes crash, trains derail, hospitals lose power,"
"she can zero out all data files and roll human civilization back to the Middle Ages overnight."
"And we can’t even pull off anything close to equal retaliation."
Population dropping from over ten billion down to 9.8 billion means that out of every ten people you know, one will die.
One medal after another weathered into sand and flowed into Lobster’s chest, making his eyes flare with golden light. The team jersey snapped and whipped in the wind.
Being a pro player was indeed the most important part of his life, but besides that, he was also a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a friend.
A person can’t live only for themselves.
Realizing his resolve, Brother Bing and Lamborgini, as his comrades, were stunned for a second, then smiled in understanding.
Indeed, compared to the massive catastrophe awaiting the real world after the match, the truly terrifying thing would be that they clearly had a chance to stop it, yet did nothing.
The two of them also took out their own dazzling medals, letting them turn to ash and flow into their chests.
The three of them had golden flames burning in their eyes as they dove down together.
This move was called: [With my remains, turn into a fierce fire]
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[High-energy reaction ahead]
At the bottom of the pit, Thin Wan Ling looked up at the sky lit by three Fireballs, utterly unmoved.
Her Life Link effect was far stronger than Lulina’s; if the death time of the two bodies differed by even 0.5 seconds, it would be judged as not simultaneous.
These pro players who weren’t even Transcendents were just struggling in vain.
"...Memories."
Suddenly, a whisper rose from underfoot.
Wan Ling instinctively turned her head, only to see that spherical Slime cradling shattered memory sticks and hard drives, its whole body quivering slightly. "Gone..."
Inside those pricey, ultra–high-capacity drives were some precious memories of her and Li Cheng,
Gray Rain fought desperately to recall them, but those memories still gradually blurred away and vanished.
"Sigh, the suffocating feeling my family gave me is just too much." "What, you’re not happy I knit you a sweater? Don’t want to wear it? Give it back."
...
"Wow, Lao Cheng, look, it’s already 2026 and there are still Cabinet Scholars on TV!" "That’s a Black People PhD, Neil Tyson. I told you to watch a science documentary, so watch it properly."
...
"Hey, Lao Cheng, don’t eat that! I tested it with a silver needle! The needle turned black!" "...That’s called tangyuan. Oh right, this is your first year on Earth. Happy Lantern Festival."
...
Memories flowed away like water, and the spherical Slime’s tremor frequency peaked.
Thin Wan Ling felt some emotion she had never experienced before. She reflexively stepped half a pace back, then realized this emotion was called fear.
Shame and anger surged up; her body moved faster than her mind as she launched a flurry of stormlike kicks forward.
The blades weren’t just sharp. Because of their high-frequency vibration, they triggered a resonance effect in the Liquid Metal, generating cutting waves that further amplified their power.
However, the Slime’s mass was too great. All her attacks disappeared like mud into the sea, yielding no further feedback.
Smack!
The Slime extended two clumps of limbs, one up and one down, grabbing Wan Ling’s hands and feet. Then it split horizontally from the middle, turning into a gaping maw of blood.
Shedding that outer shell of a lazy, gluttonous, scatterbrained, adorably dumb robot,
Gray Rain’s core was still that special-grade prisoner tightly locked in the Narrative Cage, the deadly Weapon that embodied the Zelro Civilization’s war wisdom, the infamous, heinous space pirate.
"You! Let go!"
Wan Ling struggled with all her might, but was still slowly fed toward the gaping maw by the amorphous Slime, and with a crunch, she was bitten apart and swallowed.