Cyberspace is unlike reality; there aren't as many tactical commands and considerations, just simple strategies. Players just need to charge in recklessly.
If they recklessly kill the BOSS, that's it; if not, they can co back for another round.
A few hacker players tead up to find a data vulnerability. After forcibly widening it, hundreds of players sward in and imdiately deployed temporary solidification programs.
Without data support from a backend server room and no direct connection to the opponent's server, the computing power of a dozen hacker players could only cover a small area, barely encompassing this database.
Once soone invaded, the wandering programs inside the database imdiately reacted, but they inevitably fell under the influence of the solidification program and gained physical forms.
Typical program images are very regular, usually reflecting the company's or programrs' logos or mitic shapes.
However, in the chaotic old web, these programs are constantly influenced by fragntary data, and without a large enough quantity of core data, they are easily corrupted, becoming a ss and transforming into malicious programs, not even qualifying to be caught by Lin Miao for labor.
These malicious programs that had already 'evolved incorrectly' all showcased their chaotic, collapsing essence.
From their appearance, one could also discern the original information they stored and the heavy nuclear elents.
The data core that first appeared under influence looked like a pile of rotten flesh, with dry skin that seed to have been scorched by high temperatures. The blackened flesh-shell cracked inch by inch, continuously oozing thick fluid, a typical symptom of nuclear radiation sickness. Around the body, a massive amount of human faces and limbs could vaguely be seen, each expression showing extre agony.
"Mom... I feel so bad... Am I going to die…?"
"Save us, as long as the disease can be cured, any amount of money is fine…"
"I just picked up a glowing rock outside the construction site…"
"Let out! Let out! Please, I'm begging you…"
All sorts of painful wails flooded the ears like a demonic voice, making people feel nauseous.
Players never thought before that the first thing to materialize could be so disgusting. Even knowing it was only a composite of its stored data showing a creepy form rather than real people, they couldn't help but feel alard.
"Damn, what the hell is this thing storing? Isn't this supposed to be a nuclear engineering lab? Why are there these things?"
"It seems like so information on nuclear radiation sickness patients, which occurs globally each year..."
"Doesn't matter, just take it down first, and deal with the rest later, or I won't be able to eat all week!"
No one wanted to look at this thing any longer. Players were determined to smash that ghastly being now, imdiately, and then return to watch the two maids cleanse their eyes.
"Roar—"
The radiation sickness data program launched an attack on the players as well. The materialized attack data stream appeared as rotting, fetid flesh and vomit, looking both disgusting and terrifying.
Nuclear radiation isn't so mutated ray like people might think, nor does it give you any superpowers. This damn thing is a chaotic neutron flow, which destroys creatures' DNA, stopping your cells from ever dividing normally again.
Once a person's entire body tabolism ceases, it signals their death. You will watch your body self-dissolve bit by bit, and absolutely, absolutely, there's no cure.
The horrifying vomit covered the area where players were, but then the next mont, a thrilling electric guitar sound echoed from the vomit, its rhythmic industrial tal and electronic rock easily igniting their spirits.
"Pacific Rim"
The fusion technique BGM that players just added with Song Zhaoi imdiately ca into play.
With computing power from hundreds of people as the foundation, a vast stream of blue data began to converge within the bombardnt range of the radiation sickness data program, slowly building from industrial-style chanical giant feet, composite tal armor, gyro stabilizers, ultra-torque knee joint actuators, diesel engine-driven chanical bionic muscles, the arc furnace reactor in the chest, thick tal breastplate and shoulder armor, to the head equipped with golden optic lenses.
Thus, the righteous, dozens-of-ters-high, dangerous Wanderer was fully ford.
The so-called fusion skills are the result of developnt by groups of hacker players, with their images stemming from personal hobbies, and they also receive support and rewards from individual players and even player corporations.
Although there's no explicit competition, these efforts have initiated a sort of arms race among hacker players from another perspective.
Currently, the fusion skills manifest not only in forms like Demon God Z, dangerous Wanderer, Unicorn Gundam, and even Ultraman.
Inside the dangerous Wanderer, hundreds of players stood in a control room exactly like the one in the movie, connected by data links to each other's consciousnesses.
Logically, with hundreds of people controlling one body, inconsistencies should arise, hands and feet should not synchronize, each going their own way. Yet, the players didn't exhibit such problems because they built virtual machines over individual consciousness. The concentrated data network now entrusts the control to the player with the highest intelligence quotient, but everyone else shares the experience, feeling that they themselves are moving, almost like watching a grand dream, not lacking in participatory feelings.
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