Originally it was in a power-off state, but after completing one of the tasks and fixing the generator, this computer could continue to be used.
However, no software could be opened.
There was only a blank docunt on the desktop.
At the ti, he thought this might be a clue, but later it was never used; now it seems this was not a clue at all, it was clearly a task.
...
"Everyone quiet! Shut up!"
In the factory director’s office.
Ai quickly organized the plot happening in this factory, forming words that floated on the boy’s Iris Chip.
The boy sat in front of the computer, his expression slightly tense, with his hands flying over the keyboard rapidly, his mind unable to keep up as he inputted word by word into the blank docunt according to what appeared on the Iris Chip.
The entire Constant Star Train.
Only this boy had the fastest typing speed, Ai’s chanical fingers were not nearly as nimble.
In this final mont, the hope could only be placed on this boy.
Old Pig covered his mouth and only breathed through his nose, worried that his hurried breathing would affect the boy’s state, glancing at the countdown on the Iris Chip, only 7 minutes remained.
The docunt compiled by President Ai contained 1,523 words.
minutes, 1500 words!
For those freaks, this speed is not difficult to achieve. In the pre-apocalyptic speed typing competition, so even typed 800 words a minute. But in life, 1,500 words in 7 minutes is an insanely high number.
It was fundantally impossible to complete!
Everyone stood behind the young boy, their eyes fixed intently on the computer screen, not daring to breathe heavily. When 250 words were inputted, a faint yellow question mark appeared on the screen.
Indeed!
This was the final task!
The final task was to hang up the first thirty-five tasks!
Six minutes remained.
Hope flashed in Old Pig’s eyes, 250 words had already been typed in a minute, at this speed it was completely sufficient. But just at that mont—
Perhaps due to nervousness or maybe because his typing speed was too fast.
A red typo began flashing on the screen, the young boy’s attention was all on the Iris Chip, not looking at the computer screen at all. However, when the typo appeared, the subsequent words he typed did not appear on the screen; the typo had to be corrected to continue inputting.
"Typo, typo, correct the typo!"
Old Pig said a little urgently: "Fix the typo first, look at the screen!"
This delay wasted a few more seconds.
In a mont where every second counted, wasting these few seconds was absolutely wasteful.
...
"10..."
"9..."
"8..."
Old Pig trembled uncontrollably as he looked at the countdown on the Iris Chip, there were 78 words left, hurry... hurry up!!
Never in his life had 78 words weighed so heavily on his mind!
"7..."
"6..."
"5..."
There were 27 words left.
Biaozi’s fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his flesh without feeling any pain, only staring intently at the computer screen, five seconds, 27 words, charge... just one last step, so close now!
Success was almost at hand.
"4..."
"3..."
"2..."
There were only 7 words left!
seconds, enough!
"1..."
"0..."
As the countdown reached zero, the young boy slumped in his chair, turning to look at Old Pig and the others standing behind him, his fingers trembling as he forced a smile: "Pig Train Captain, I did it..."
"We did it..."
"You guys..."
"Why aren’t you smiling?"
The young boy saw the pale faces of Biaozi and the others, he paused, and an incredible possibility popped into his mind. He turned with difficulty to look at the computer screen, where a red character was flashing continuously.
With two words remaining, he made a typo.
The countdown had already ended.
Action failed.
The young boy’s face turned ashen as he stiffly corrected the typo and completed the final word, but... the countdown had already ended, and completing it at this mont no longer had any significance.
Everyone stood frozen in place with pale faces.
Outside the window, the howls of zombies echoed, their roars sounding much more robust than before.
"Co back."
Everyone’s ears echoed with Master Mang’s slightly fatigued voice: "To co this far is already enough, the mission failed, but it was destiny at fault, not us."
"We were so close to winning."
"We just lacked a bit of luck."
"Destiny may not always favor the Constant Star, but your performance this ti was excellent, with you onboard, the Constant Star will surely go further."
"Co back, if you don’t move now it will be too late, everyone will die here."
...
In the Constant Star’s train cabin.
Chen Mang sat in the chair, silently watching the thousand 19-level zombies slowly surround the train outside the train cabin.
He was always waiting for a miracle to happen.
He even imagined it many tis, when the miracle happened, he would be so excited and thrilled that he would jump in the train cabin and hold a grand celebration in Neon City to offer heartfelt blessings to everyone who made the miracle happen, but fate... did not favor him this ti.
Just a few seconds more, and the scale of victory would have tilted to the other side.
The reason people are filled with anticipation for the arrival of miracles.
Perhaps it is because most of the ti, miracles only exist in other people’s stories, but have never visited them.
Everyone hopes that a miracle will descend upon them, only to find at the end of the story that miracles are not a luxury that everyone can have.
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