parasitic son

Chapter 415 Games

The intelligence this time is a little different from the past.

Compared with the previous events that were neither big nor small, it was a little special.

"Game?" Yan Zhen asked.

It is indeed a game.Boss Han gave Yan Zhen two invitation cards and a game information description, which showed that this was an interstellar alien game.This kind of game is not uncommon in Interstellar, and it is a carnival park for a group of hedonists.In the mouth of the Galactic Federation, a prefecture-level civilization, it is the so-called "fantasy paradise full of opportunities".Countless restless interstellar players experience warm and healing stories in the game, or exciting adventures, or fantasy journeys that are impossible to happen in reality.In the game, you can become a slave, a queen, a soldier, a soldier, a tyrant, or various animals.It can be said that everything can be a game.

Most of the games are under the control of the Galactic Federation, but in this huge galaxy, there are always dark corners outside the sun.I know them well.For those interstellar outlaws who yearn for novelty and excitement and hunger and thirst, the game is just an arena for them to have fun.

It was a game controlled by those who hid in the dark place of the crevice, and most of the game participants were ordinary people who were at a loss and were accidentally involved.Other participants like to see the distressed sighs of each player's opponent after the tenacious struggle failed, and hear the horrified and frantic scream of the player when he was executed.The piercing chorus of the reaping of life was to these fanatics no less than the most beautiful concerto.

They never get tired of it.

At least for tens of thousands of time units, there has always been such a feast of blood in the galaxy.The most scandalous and morally unethical incidents, the most heinous and heinous crimes are disguised as a game. This is a stimulating entertainment for countless secret interstellar dignitaries in their spare time. A few rounds of applause for this wanton killing.As long as it can bring exciting sensory enjoyment, anything can be turned into a game.

Yes I know.This kind of dirty and bloody business exists in the dark and bizarre corners of the galaxy, and these entertainment activities that can bring huge profits have long been the place where many forces compete for the ultimate pleasure and the unexplainable political purpose.

"Is it a game, right?" Yan Zhen interrupted my thinking with an excited tone.

【Well, games. 】

"Is it that kind of real-life game?" Yan Zhen said.

Judging from the instructions Boss Han sent me, this is a large-scale interactive game called "Road of Destiny".The current information shows that this is a legal game approved by the Galactic Federation, but I know this is not necessarily the truth.Lola is an independent civilization area of ​​the galaxy, and the Galactic Federation will not allow the interstellar game business to operate here according to normal procedures.

"I know!" Yan Zhen continued to talk to himself, "It's infinite flow."

Before I could reply, Yan Zhen had already flashed through many movies, comics, web articles, etc. that he had watched in turn, "It's like Killing City, Alice in the Land of the Dying, Horror Paradise, etc. Players break through the game, this is already an old topic in the comics and online literature circles."

After quickly scanning Lola's cultural information about Infinity Stream, I must admit that the Infinity Stream dungeon breakthrough game mentioned in these entertainment products is indeed a common form of interstellar interactive games, very popular among Homo sapiens and Homo sapiens. Civilization players are welcome.It is not surprising that the Homo sapiens civilizations in the galaxy have many things in common.

"Right!" Yan Zhen said, "Are there Earth players involved in this game?"

[The current information display is unknown. 】I replied,【Even if there is, there is a possibility of being covered up by fabricated false information. 】

The meaning of Boss Han who provided this information is very clear. He suspects that there is something tricky about this game.This is obvious. The secret interstellar alien game running on Lola, a civilization independent area that does not allow interstellar civilization operations, is simply suspicious.

I took another look at the game message. This "Path of Destiny" game provides players with generous prize money, and one of the prizes really attracted me.That is a high-frequency data analysis accelerator, it is very unusual, if I can get it, my self-healing speed can be greatly improved.

Yan Zhen's eyes lit up when he heard this information, "There are props you need in the game."

【Yes. 】

"It can make you recover quickly, right? If you have this item, you can restore all your abilities, right?"

I told him that it can speed up my repair speed by about 10 times. With this accelerator, I only need to repair my thought sequence within more than 10 earth revolution cycles.

"Okay." Yan Zhen stood up, and he said, "Go ahead! Your Excellency!"

Fuck you.

I casually made a summary of the possible dangers of the underground foreign land game into a summary of information, and stuffed it directly into his mind.Since I built the calculation system in his brain, the information transmission between us can be said to be unimpeded.

Yan Zhen's expression became a little serious. The entertainment products he watched in his spare time were full of scary and dark scripts. The most common element in many infinite stream novels was to exaggerate the tragic fate of cannon fodder players when they failed to pass the level. The frequent spray of blood mist and desperate screams can be said to be the norm in this type of novels and movie comics.But what if one day these nerve-stimulating and eye-catching plots become real?

The loss of life is never a joke.

Now the question is, is this Outlander a normal, safe game for Star Citizen, or a hidden playground for those outlaws?

Yan Zhen walked a few steps in the room and said, "That prize is very important to you."

【…】

"Your current state is all caused by me."

That's right, I'm now incomplete and mentally degraded. It's all your responsibility.

"..." he said, "I want to help you."

[I just told you about the possible dangers of foreign games. 】

"I know." Yan Zhen had an inscrutable smile on his face, "But you are not an ordinary alien."

The boy's keen insight often surprises me.I think this is probably the reason why the information transmission channel I built in his brain allows him to quickly feel my emotional fluctuations.Some outland games are designed to be very complicated, but to me, smashing an outland is like eating an egg for Lola, er, I mean the undamaged me in my prime.

Although I can't destroy a foreign land as easily as I did in the past, it doesn't mean that I can't do anything now.

I told Yan Zhen that I need to do some preliminary investigation and analysis, and then I will decide whether we will participate in this game.

"Okay." Yan Zhen nodded.

Before I left, he said, "If you get the accelerator, and take that piece of my brain, will you stay on Earth?"

I said: [I will leave after everything that should be done is done. 】

Yan Zhen's dark eyes slightly turned to the other side, "You never told me your name."

[It doesn't make sense. 】

He scowled.

【…】I said,【#%@#￥%@...&*%&￥#】

"what are you saying?"

[My name cannot be understood by your human neurons, nor can it be pronounced in syllables. 】

"It's decided, you'll be called Mr. Air."

【…】

"Mr. Air."

【…】

"I read a lot of science fiction and fantasy novels. In some novels, when the aliens finally leave the planet, they will make the earth forget all about the aliens, like a dream ’” he said, “Will you make me forget?”

【…】

"I don't want to forget," he said, "I don't want to forget the adventures of this time."

[You're referring to an alien who threatens to kill you and forces you to take part in an adventure that could explode your planet at any moment. 】

He looked at me, his eyes were black and shining.

"I don't want to forget you, Mr. Air."

I feel very strange.

Although there are invisible shadows at work here, this boy is the direct cause of my current state of embarrassment. I cooperated with him because I wanted to extract fragments of his brain and tie him by my side Selfishness.

He had no idea how dangerous this fragment of his brain really was.

After the extraction, I will erase all traces of my existence in his consciousness, and his friend Liu Xingquan will do the same.For them, this is the only safest and most reasonable option.

He doesn't know how dangerous this fragment is, and he doesn't know what I am.

I don't want to forget you, Mr. Air.

……

His voice was like fine sand, rustling in the sea of ​​my consciousness.

……

……

I temporarily left Yan Zhen's side.

I need to maintain absolute concentration while performing certain operations.

After self-healing these days, while still far from my full prime, I am currently good enough to link to the interstellar public channel anonymously.

It's difficult, and just combing through the data stream and setting up a private channel took me a full day in roughly local time.I had a hard time sending this encrypted protocol message.

The other party did not disappoint me.

The message was sent back quickly.

"Yo, look who this is." He laughed.

"Long time no see, Zejin." I smiled.

Zejin, he is a friend I met while walking in the world as an incarnation.Let me explain, because of some limitations, when dealing with certain practical things, my existence often adopts the method of projecting entity avatars.I've used several avatars over the long haul and this is the most recent one.

Zejin is a powerful shipyard owner, an ambitious future interstellar chaebol, and even a loyal and reliable friend.What he knew about me was limited to my incarnation. At that time, I set myself up as a collection investor who traveled around and had nothing to do.

I have lost that avatar body due to an accident, but this does not hinder my communication with my friend Zejin, anyway, he can only receive messages and cannot see me now.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

I condensed the brief introduction of this alien game called "Road of Destiny" into a simplified version and sent it to him. "Help me find out the benefactor behind this game."

"Okay." Zejin took a quick look, "This game has federal approval."

"It's not important, you help me send me a copy of the information about the benefactor involved in the game, the more detailed the better."

"Okay," Zekin said.

He didn't ask me where I was, nor did he ask about the cause and effect, and simply accepted my commission.

Then, I went to contact the second person, Governor Solas of Moth Blue Star.

Unlike the trusty Zekin, the Governor had a somewhat delicate relationship with my earthly incarnation, barely a respectable friend, but it seemed okay to say he was out to kill my enemies.

Sure enough, all my private message requests were rejected by Governor Solas' office.

I received an automatic receipt.

The content is that Governor Solas told me to get the hell out of me with very unbearable words, and never come to him.

I thought about it, and wrote a long poem about Governor Solas's brain composition and livestock excrement with even more ugly words, and made a rhyming parallelism, and then compressed it into a Kirtley virus bomb, which was directly dropped Entered the TV network of Moth Blue Star.

By the end of the night, the snarls of the governor poured into my private link.

The author has something to say: the subtly inconsistent or inconsistency between Mr. Air's "I" and what Xiaozhen said in the previous article will be answered later.