Chapter 1074 - 180: Dinner Party 2

Chapter 1074: Chapter 180: Dinner Party 2

Actually, on this planet, there are only two things that can threaten Gao Gong—one is the Planet Cannon, the other is the Artificial Scenic Spot.

For the former, he deployed the 4th Celestial Calamity, forcing its way from outside the atmosphere to the planet’s surface, and it’s only a matter of time before the Planet Cannon’s launch system is destroyed.

As for the latter, he entered the ’Scenic Spot’ using virtual means and implanted a virtual worm on each human anchor point, so long as the ’Scenic Spot’ doesn’t blossom, it poses little threat.

’Is it the cannon, or the Scenic Spot? Most likely the Scenic Spot.’

Gao Gong’s strong biological instincts quickly confirmed the target.

If it were the Planet Cannon, he would likely feel like he’s basking in warmth by a fire, rather than this current sense of unease.

This smacks of conspiracy, not the smell of cannons.

"Sister, how’s the remote virtual code interception going?"

"I’ve already set up a virtual channel, ready for command invasion."

Gao Yuanyuan’s voice sounded.

"The virtual network defense on this planet isn’t particularly strong, comparable to some large enterprises on Mechanical Split Star. The only issue is the severe energy interference on the planet, which makes it hard to connect the signal and even harder to transmit data."

Gao Gong nodded.

As powerful as any interstellar force may be, it couldn’t be the Hexagon Warrior. The Walter Clan holds strong in cloning species, weapon development, and biological evolution, but they are not robust in the virtual level.

His initial plan was actually a large-scale virtual invasion, but after on-site evaluation, he found this wouldn’t work. The energy fluctuations of the Resource Planet were too strong, severely disrupting signal communication, making basic invasion conditions impossible to meet.

Only after Gao Gong blasted a hole in the energy atmosphere, causing the atmospheric defenses to fail entirely and allowing the faction to deploy a huge number of signal stabilizers, was the signal connection successfully established.

There are two ’dense signal sources’ on this planet, one at the Starport, and the other at the Walter Clan’s cloning experiment base.

"Release the ’Punk Clan’. I allow them to hack into anything related to the virtual network, including all enemy consciousnesses."

"But brother—"

"It’s okay. In war, clinging to the idea of protecting everything can result in losing everything. I’d rather rebuild after it’s all over."

"Alright, brother, I’ll communicate with her."

Gao Yuanyuan’s expression turned serious. As she retreated, she seemed to traverse endless codes, reaching a mountain made of data viruses. At the top, a sickly manic girl with colorful nails and hair was snoozing away.

Even though Gao Yuanyuan herself is a Tier 3 Virtual Life, she still felt apprehensive facing these virtual virus creatures.

"Although we’re separated, I can still tell your current state. Stop pretending to sleep," she called out.

Gox snored pig-like and skillfully turned over.

"Okay, I get what you want," Gao Yuanyuan reluctantly said, "I can lend you my body for a day."

Gox held up three fingers.

"Two days, no more. Also, you have to sign a contract with me, promising not to do anything unsavory with my body and no night raids on my brother, implanting erotic software in his mind," Gao Yuanyuan said, her cheeks flushed.

Gox didn’t respond, slowly sinking into the mountain of virus dung.

...

"Huh? Why did the atmosphere turn red? Is there a glitch in the game texture?"

At that moment, on the battlefield, a player glanced up accidentally, only to find that at some point, the atmosphere had changed from gold to red. Within the red glow, strange, indescribable codes brewed. Shortly after, beams of light descended from the sky, nullifying energy defense and physical defense. Where the beams swept, the data system began to experience gibberish, gibberish even leaping off the screen.

All Black Stream players, Neural Editor players, and a small portion of Consciousness Upload players received a system notification.

[’Punk Virus’ large-scale invasion, Cyber Hacker invasion efficiency +30%, decryption speed +20%, additional effect: Virus Infection]

[’Punk Virus’ large-scale invasion, Neural Editor system operation +20%, spy countermeasure +20%, additional effect: Advanced Code]

[’Punk Virus’ large-scale invasion, Consciousness Upload players will automatically convert to ’Punk Consciousness’. This Information Life is highly dangerous and uncontrollable. Once converted, it is irreversible. Please choose carefully.]

At the same time, a ’Battlefield Temporary Dispatch’ appeared, not for the few high-end players targeting the Starport, but for all players invading the planet.

[Battlefield Temporary Dispatch - Walter Civil War Investigation]

Issuer: Mr. G

Mission Brief: For a final desperate struggle, all ’Old Walter Consciousnesses’ have been activated. These Old Walters will trigger a ’Blood Meat Celestial Calamity’ planet-wide.

Mission Objective: Locate all Old Walters

Mission Reward: For each Old Walter located, battlefield contribution value will be greatly increased, granting priority access to war spoils.

As expected, once this temporary dispatch was released, players were shocked again. They didn’t think the faction had such a mission, especially one issued personally by Old G.

’Whoa, I’ve lived to see the day, G Boss personally issuing a task—I have to take this seriously.’

’Does completing this task issued by G Boss win his favor?’

’Hard to say, I’ve found that all NPC task favorability follows scientific rules, but he’s more superstition-based. He might suddenly boost your favor by 1000 or ignore you no matter how hard you work.’

’So, could Mr. G be a romantic at heart?’

’No, what’s this ’Blood Meat Celestial Calamity’?’ asked a non-Mechanical Split Star player out of curiosity.

’Ahhh, don’t bring it up. Just the mention brings back painful memories, ahhhhh~’ said a Mechanical Split Star player with a series of painful expressions.

’Damn it, logging in and getting instantly killed, over and over for almost a month, what torment, what torment,’ said another Mechanical Split Star player.

’Why do you think we got to log into the interstellar realm first? We nagged the devs nonstop for a month with high-intensity complaints, and that pushed us one version ahead.’

’This boss, whether it’s the planet version or the interstellar version, is Hell-level. I suspect that even with our current strength, we’d be instantly killed if we went back in time.’

The non-Mechanical Split Star players understood.

It turns out that in the late game of the Planet Plot, Mechanical Split Star players encountered a notoriously difficult boss; the game called it an ’Information Celestial Calamity’. They found themselves dying repeatedly upon logging in, earning the nickname Elden Tree.

And now, yet another instance of the planet dungeon?!

The developers just can’t change their dog-eating ways!!

Many players were immediately reminded of their fear from being dominated by that big tree back in the day.

Even players who picked up the Old Walter task were looking grim, starting heated discussions in their private groups and chats.

’Damn, the old green-skinned geezer asking us to help activate things, could it be that ’celestial calamity’?’

’If we complete this task, will we be sequentially slaughtered by millions of players, a hundred times over?’

’It feels like we’re digging our own graves, every one of us!’

Even the task issuer ’Green-skinned Mushroom Stew’ couldn’t help but wipe the sweat from his brow and speak up.

’How about we slightly change our stance and become loyal supporters? If not, completing this task might just cost us our lives.’