The yellowed sunset covered Washington in a layer of rust, and the once-flourishing United States was like the drooping sunset, gradually decaying.

This desolate scene was particularly bleak in the photographer's photo. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

If it weren't for two three-headed Lego figures crashing into the frame.

"Good grief... good grief... finally got rid of them."

Even though he's a data entity, Madao still felt like he had narrowly escaped death, even subconsciously panting.

He looked around, seeming to seize the brief moment of safety to take a look at this historical photo that might soon be Lego-ized, at least imprint the serious scene in his mind before it got harmonized.

The slacker felt no emotion, only muttering as he gradually un-Lego-ized, "If this scene could become true in reality, it'd be amazingly satisfying, one less scourge in the world."

But Madao, as if he had seen something that surprised him, rubbed his eyes, seemingly wanting to check if he saw it wrong.

Then he tugged at the slacker, pointing to a person standing unobtrusively on the street in the photo under the other's confused gaze.

"Look at that."

The slacker thought it was inexplicable but looked over as directed.

It was fine when he didn't look, but after looking, he was suddenly startled.

"What the...!"

The two immediately dashed over, and the slacker even pulled up a data stream for analysis, then said in surprise.

"It's not the real person, just pure data projection, like the others, but this one looks way too alike, could it be his dad?"

"Timing-wise, it should be a grandfather, right?"

Madao said.

"Besides, according to the background story, the BOSS and we are all bio-clones, how could he have a dad, right?"

Standing in front of them, the projection looked exactly like Lin Miao.

Only this Lin Miao was standing still in place, seemingly waiting for someone.

"Maybe he's a gene donor, like the BOSS's genes came from this guy."

The slacker refuted Madao's guess.

"No way, the forum already said, normal cloning can't produce same-species individuals inheriting memories."

Cloning cultivates new individuals through the subject's genetic genes, neither looking exactly like the original nor inheriting the original's memory, which is acquired and unrelated to genes.

Meanwhile, cell division times have a limit, the clone made from the 20-year-old cells would have 20 years automatically deducted from its life.

If Lin Miao were a clone, how could he have lived till 2077 and still be so young?

He didn't hide his limited number of cybernetic implants from the players.

"Then what's going on?"

The slacker circled around the Lin Miao lookalike several times, trying to find clues from the other person.

The exhibition projects in the cyber museum were pixel-level secondary expansions of existing exhibits in reality.

Theoretically, it was almost impossible to cobble together content and pass off as genuine with the technology of the time.

Even if it were passed off, you wouldn't coincidentally find someone who looked exactly like Lin Miao to throw in there, such a coincidence is unlikely?

A few breaths later, the slacker suddenly realized he found something amiss on Lin Miao's body.

He pointed at Lin Miao's exposed skin.

"Look here! And here."

Madao looked at the smooth skin confused.

"Isn't this quite normal?"

"Not at all normal!"

The slacker pointed at another pedestrian nearby.

"These exhibition halls have a high degree of authenticity; these people even have sweat glands, but look at this BOSS, his skin doesn't even show veins, meaning it's artificial skin."

Artificial skin was quite popular by 2018, nothing rare.

But the problem is all players know that Lin Miao's skin is native, with no trace of grafting or sutures.

Switching from native to artificial is easy, but from artificial to native is hard, not to mention on a full-body scale.

Unless Lin Miao entered a modification chamber to replace his entire body.

But wouldn't that be unnecessary? And modification chambers don't have the life extension feature, unless the BOSS had top-notch connections to get biological technology for gene therapy to extend life.

The BOSS never mentioned to players that he was active in The United States back in 2018.

With the sudden appearance of Lin Miao in the photo, the questions in their hearts multiplied.

But in-game, problems mean missions, missions mean rewards; the bigger the issue, the bigger the reward, players never shy away from more!

They always wish for bigger commotions, ideally a world war tomorrow, blood spilling everywhere.

"Why don't we take this to ask the BOSS, maybe we can trigger a hidden mission and max out our favor with the BOSS!"

"Makes sense!"

Madao, a casual player, didn't fight or grind skills but was not free from curiosity about such matters.

At this moment, the untimely sound rang out again.

"Biubiubiu——"

Because this was the last historical exhibition hall, more Lego figures stormed in than ever before, even artillery, planes, and tanks.

If there were a sea here, they might have brought in aircraft carriers.

"Damn, never been so annoyed with Lego growing up."

The slacker mused he didn't lack playing Lego since childhood, why now being chased by a bunch of toys shakes him with anger!

Universal artillery fired as Washington was bombed into Lego bricks in large and small pieces, dropping like an avalanche, enemy numbers growing exponentially.

"Enough!"

The slacker shouted loudly.

"Playing bricks, huh? Who can't do that?"

The bricks here weren't real bricks, still data, though the total amount exceeded his ability limit, assembling one is still alright.

Under his data flow and super calculation control, a large number of different model Lego bricks spontaneously flew up, combining and gathering into a Millennium Falcon within a blink.

And the moment this machine formed, all Lego men stopped their actions.