Passing by with a red barrel in his arms, Brother Dao glanced down
"Logged off, probably won’t be back online for at least two days. Maybe they’ll still be able to retrieve the bodies."
Mantou finally realized they were in the game, not reality.
The ultra-realistic graphics and highly intelligent NPC interactions in "Horizon" over the past two days almost made her think she was living in another reality, especially since Mitch’s mechanical engineering theories, although not very thorough, could apply in ways that left Mantou far behind. She thought she was actually an information engineer in a military factory.
She nodded somewhat bewilderedly
"Right... right... this is a game... they’re not dead..."
But looking around... is this really a game?
Mantou didn’t know, but Mantou decided not to go on the battlefield unless absolutely necessary; this place was just too terrifying and completely different from using fists in a fight.
It felt completely different from the life skills she experienced a couple of days ago.
They captured nine Night Wanderers alive
Either severely injured and unconscious or mildly injured and physically sedated, in any case, they lay scattered across the open ground outside the office. Lin Miao had no intention of treating these people at all.
Doing so would purely be a waste of medical resources, and he didn’t even think about using them as labor.
For now, it was better to see if he could extract some useful information from them.
"Pandora, try connecting to their neural networks, see if you can extract any information, preferably intelligence about the Night Wanderers, and it’s just as well you get to test the deep-diving interface you just installed."
Although Lin Miao hadn’t prepared a hacker chair for Pandora, or even an ice bath, after all, she was only hacking into a group of Night Wanderers. Forget high-grade ICE, whether they even had firewalls was questionable; there was no need for overload searches so there was no need for cooling, so all he prepared was a folding chair.
Besides, Pandora’s petite frame probably wouldn’t be any more interesting naked.
She climbed onto the folding chair, her small arms and legs flailing, while Mantou, not wanting to handle the bodies, chose to come over and help.
Mantou parted Pandora’s long hair at the back of her head, seeing that the scalp underneath had transformed from skin and flesh into some highly sophisticated mechanical device, a change that gave her a shiver, and she asked somewhat sympathetically
Pandora shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt, it’s just sometimes I can’t feel the back of my head, it’s kind of weird."
Off to the side, Lin Miao commented, "That’s some of the side effects of cybernetics. If you wish, once the office is more established, you can arrange for a cybernetics doctor to install a layer of sensory skin for you, but it won’t be cheap."
He’d seen that thing on the back of Lucy’s head, and that girl seemed to despise her hacker identity, Lin Miao had never even heard her mention deep dives.
"Better not," Mantou nervously touched the back of her own head. "If I was completely transformed into this, would I still be human?"
She would never allow herself to be turned into a cyborg; it had nothing to do with beauty, just personal tolerance.
"Even if you don’t modify yourself, all except a few of your body cells will be replaced every half year, you know. The Ship of Theseus isn’t quite accurate in this regard," Pandora received the nerve cord Mantou handed over. She had spent enough time in the hospital to know a thing or two.
"Even if you put it that way..."
Mantou shook her head and connected the other end of the nerve cord via a computer to act as a gateway to the brain socket of a Night Wanderer, she liked machinery but that didn’t mean she wanted to turn herself into one.
Pandora didn’t continue the conversation as she followed the connected nerve cord into the deep network world of the Night Wanderer.
This was also Pandora’s first time using the network deep-diving device on her gear. These nine people were not only used to search for information about the Night Wanderers but were also tools for Pandora to practice deep-diving hacking.
Brutality didn’t fit here, and it didn’t fit these people.
Pandora felt like she was entering a game login screen again, except this time there wasn’t a sea of red code around, but blue, and far fewer than the animations during login.
Entering the game was like swimming in the ocean, but this time it was more like diving into a swimming pool.
Like the children’s section.
Countless data interfaces emerged in front of Pandora, and she felt she could present them at will with just a swipe.
But that wasn’t the first thing Pandora needed to do.
First of all, this was an information world, which meant.
She looked down at her appearance... just as flat as in reality, not even wearing clothes.
She forcefully raised her height to two meters like pulling up a leek.
Looking down, she could still clearly see her small feet.
Flat as a board, all clear to see.
She further increased her height to 3 meters
Looking like a Q-shaped big-headed doll.
Until the volume of information she had couldn’t sustain it, springing back to compress down to 1.38 meters like a spring.
"...Even here it doesn’t work...."
As if utterly defeated by reality, Pandora sat on her knees with puffed-up cheeks, looking like she had lost all hope.
Luckily, she didn’t forget her mission, and after a small moment of dejection, she dressed herself in the same outfit she had outside.
At least this outfit wouldn’t make her look scrawny.