The value of things varies from person to person.

What is meaningless to ordinary people, like old bones, might be invaluable prehistoric remains to an archaeologist.

Take for instance this set of the United States birds they're now in—during an era of diminishing biodiversity in the cyber world—the detailed records of extinct species would fetch a fortune in the bio community.

Madao looked around, excitement bubbling up. If human cultural works could be replicated in this way, it would be an unprecedented achievement.

"Can you copy everything in this museum and bring it back to Square One?"

The streetwise guy ran a data analysis and exclaimed, the amount of data here, in the real world, would be unattainable even by major internet corporations; here, it's just a museum exhibit.

"It's a huge project; just the data here is at least several thousand terabytes. I can't handle it alone."

"Better to take a stroll first, see if there's any high-value target to bring back and make a good score."

With a pull of his hand, the museum's various virtual exhibition halls unfolded before them.

[Human History], [Ancient Biology], [Minerals], and even art exhibitions. Such places are quite novel to the streetwise guy.

His concept of a history museum might be some ancient castle or famous historical site.

"I created two tourist accounts, now we can basically visit these places. Which one do you want to go to first?"

"I thought you'd get me an official account, like a curator or at least a security guard."

"I wish I could, but such actions easily catch program attention and get detected. If you want to keep a low profile and just understand the situation, a tourist account is the safest, plus there's a guide program to provide explanations along the way."

"Alright."

Although Madao wanted to visit each exhibition hall, after some conflicted decision-making, he chose the [United States History Hall].

In Cyberspace, moving to other places doesn't require legs; information transfer appears very much like teleportation in sci-fi movies. The surrounding scenery stretched and changed, and within seconds, they found the world around them transformed.

"biubiubiu——"

"biubiubiu——"

The sudden emergence of countless sounds like children playing with wooden guns—using their mouths for gunfire—left Madao and the streetwise guy bewildered.

They exchanged a glance, startled even more.

"What is happening?"

Their data bodies seemed constrained by the program, morphing severely; cylindrical heads, three-headed figures, facial features drawn on, frame by frame changes, even arms turned into claw-like shapes, could only grip like crabs.

"LEGO? What the heck?"

Madao's face turned into a wide-mouthed expression of horror.

It seemed they were in some remote area, surrounded by smoke and fire. Many LEGO figures in two distinctly different uniforms were firing muskets at each other across the land.

Even the nearby carriages, cannons, and trees were built from blocks.

At this point, they could still hear a voice-over from the tourist program.

[Welcome to July 3, 1863, in Pennsylvania. It's the third year of the Civil War, also the third day of the Gettysburg battle. Tourists can choose between the Union or Confederate camps to participate in this battle and personally experience that brutal war.]

"Ah!"

A Confederate LEGO soldier next to Madao got hit by a red beam; his head and body separated instantly, yet without a hint of gore, his plump, cute head rolled to Madao's feet, still able to speak.

"Hey, buddy, can you help reattach my head?"

Madao was overwhelmed but still bent down to pick up the head and attached it to the body beside it.

"Thanks."

After expressing gratitude, the Confederate soldier picked up the musket on the ground and swiftly charged at Cemetery Hill. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Damn Yankees, take this shot! biubiubiu——"

Even though it was a musket, it didn't require loading or barrel cleaning, not even ignition, as if their mouths were triggers, firing red beams instead of lead balls.

Madao: "Care to explain?"

No need for the streetwise guy, the guide explained proactively.

[Because museum visitors are not age-restricted, special patches were used to harmonize gory scenes to prevent affecting minors.]

[Additionally, by ordering the LEGO Civil War set now, you can enjoy a 5% discount! Not 999, just 198, bring the Civil War home! Experience custom-made, become a superhero saving the United States!]

Seriously?

Why is this guide also pitching products?

How much ad payment did LEGO give you?

Madao had a ton of complaints but didn't know where to start.

[Please choose your camp]

The guide kept urging, wanting the streetwise guy and Madao to pick a side quickly.

Madao hesitated because the Civil War wasn't what he originally wanted to see, yet the current situation was indeed interesting.

After all, the attraction of LEGO to men is immense.

As he was about to ask the streetwise guy if he wanted to join in, the streetwise guy, always monitoring the data flow, pulled Madao suddenly.

"Don't choose. Something's wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Although both were LEGO-ized by the program's influence, the streetwise guy's hacker abilities weren't lost. He could clearly feel his data stream affected by some unknown program, being throttled.

This was, after all, the perilous old web, where even seemingly tranquil museums might harbor lurking threats.