Chapter 539: NO. 122: What do you want to grasp with your swinging hand?

NO. 122: What do you want to grasp with your swinging hand?

Server crashing isn't a physical explosion but a data‑level phenomenon: using some method, a huge volume of traffic is instantly injected into the server, causing it to maintain high ping until it's paralyzed.

In fact, a nasty tool for crashing game rooms has long existed in the online gaming world.

The principle is to query the game room's IP address and port, then use a botnet or rented server to send a large number of UDP packets to carry out a traffic attack.

This causes everyone in a game room, and even the entire server, to be disconnected.

Even 16‑year‑old Aomo would disdain to use such a nasty thing.

But he actually achieved the effect of crashing the server, and the reason was his Demon God Zero–styled Gunpla.

Yes, that too is a Gunpla.

Using 3D‑printed parts made from Gunpla plastic sheets for the exterior, with an internal psychic‑power framework, and selecting electronic components that are a full‑circuit screen human‑machine integrated system and DG‑cell simulators, in an attempt to replicate the functions of Demon God Zero.

This is, of course, only a clumsy imitation; it even sounds unreliable, and it's questionable whether the game's scan function would accept it at all.

But for that 16‑year‑old boy back then…

They're all imitations, all simulations; that Gundam Soul anime expo never gave him a chance to see them, so he'd rather craft a higher‑fidelity imitation himself in the game!

What? You ask why he doesn't just go play the deep‑dive Super Robot Wars?

Rating…

... I got stuck by the game's rating system.

For a deep‑dive mech game that routinely carries an R18 rating, a 16‑year‑old can only tinker with imitations in the R16 GBN.

Of course, just as people like to challenge virgin clears in adult games or try to add a bit of color to ordinary games, humans are born with a rebellious heart that seeks excellence by taking on the impossible.

So at that time, Aomo Lindun was enthusiastically devoted to recreating Demon God Zero.

For this purpose, even the effects that DG cells have on the mech and its pilot were irrelevant; as long as he could stay conscious for a dozen seconds, that was enough to film a video, after which he'd just wait for the deep‑dive device's vital‑sign monitor to kick him out of the game.

Of course, if he could last longer, that would be great—it would also prove the effectiveness of the willpower training taught in his cram school.

All that can be said is that he played big.

Given that deep‑dive games yearly see people sent to hospital for mental breakdowns, yet he still dared to try this, Morrison could fully prove that his foster son has shown a certain kind of madness in some fields since childhood.

And these are fields he doesn't really understand.

Whether it's deliberately burning his brains in the game, or his excessively meticulous focus on gathering Uma Musume information, or his unshakable part‑time job, or even his lone‑wolf quest for vengeance…

Only now has he gradually realized:

This child's mental abnormality seems to have manifested since childhood.

But now, looking at this 'toy' that once made Aomo run a 39° fever, even though too much time has passed and Aomo's mentality is no longer comparable to that of his 16‑year‑old self, he still reacts strongly.

After all, this model left a deep impression on him, a foster father who rarely gets a chance to care for his foster son.

In the days after Aomo finished assembling it, he was still showing off his recent 'research' masterpiece to him; then, just a few days after repeated testing, he received a call from the hospital.

——Aomo needs to be admitted to the hospital for two days.

For this, the doctor notified the guardian.

This happened during summer vacation; otherwise, there would have been a call from the school as well.

And this is precisely one of the rare opportunities for him to be concerned and look after Aomo.

And it came from playing a game!

When Aomo, with an ice pack on his head, enthusiastically told Morrison about his road to success, Morrison also experienced a reversal of their former feelings.

This feeling is called 'bengbu zhu'; usually it's him letting Aomo experience it.

But he also couldn't, like an ordinary parent, immediately ban the child's game after the kid ran into trouble from playing, or even order restrictions on the device's use.

Because this child has always been different.

From the very start, this child clearly understood the cause of his own fever, and even two days before the incident he had already warned Morrison at the dinner table:

——In the coming days I might get a headache, fever, or even pass out; that's normal, but I'd still like to register myself.

It's really helpless.

At 16 he spoke like an adult negotiating, quite orderly—it was practically like facing a certain elf coworker with a loli appearance at the company, making it impossible to treat him as a small child to discipline.

So he didn't stop him, merely giving a symbolic reminder not to go too far; the other party responded seemingly perfunctorily, saying his research would soon bear fruit and there was no need to worry.

Then another two days passed.

He then saw his foster son with a dejected expression, like a blood‑kin comrade who prayed but got no answer, and also like the Uma Musume he'd seen on screen half a month earlier, exhausted from battle and having placed third in the Triple Crown.

After a brief inquiry, he learned the reason.

His research succeeded, even earning a folk nickname, and his current ID is exactly the name he changed to back then, full of vigor.

But he crashed the server and was banned for three days.

Of course, the most regrettable thing is undoubtedly that the successful model cannot be used.

Clearly, from material to system, it's all Gunpla‑model components!

Yet it was still banned, and he was told the server couldn't handle it, so he had to give it up.

Very regrettable.

After that, Aomo no longer attempted to imitate the super‑robot benchmark.

He turned to pushing the limits of fighting machines—avoiding overly terrifying destructive power, and high‑growth mechs whose data‑volume growth the server can't withstand; you wouldn't really expect the server to crash, would you?

The Modified Wolf King arose just like that, step by step.

But now, although Aomo brings the Modified Wolf King, he holds in his hand that 'fed' over a hundred Gunplas, whose DG cells have undergone multiple growth stages, making it a 'forbidden' model even back then, and he asks the nearby Shinjou Qian:

"Can you see it? That Uma Musume's silhouette."

Comparing what Qian and Bopang each say, it's easy to conclude that Bopang can't see that girl, but Qian can.

That's truly a cosmic female ghost.

But according to Aomo's knowledge, GBN has no such design.

Although it indeed highly imitates paying tribute to the Creator series, even having native AI life in this aspect, and also officially produced and operated Revival series battle dungeons, the electronic female ghost is still not real.

Because a true soul entering the data realm is also given a physical form.

The soul itself is also a kind of 'information', sharing the same essence as data.

So when the data realm shows individual visible phenomena that more people cannot see—this is not a ghost case, but a permission specification issue at the data level.

Those who can see it hold the permission; those who cannot do not.

It's not a supernatural path, but a sci-fi one.

If that horse girl is not following the official game operation channel, i. e., GM permission, then she must be an illegal hacker.

Thus, considering again Xi's retelling of 'Been discovered, the 'Observer' also arrived, afov……', this 'been discovered' clearly refers to the official side.

Thus, considering also the twelve minutes prior, that flickering update notification sent to his terminal……

A certain conclusion is already on the verge of emerging.

But he cannot find any trace of data repair in the game world.

The data world is not reality, and repair itself leaves no visual trace.

Whatever passes through must leave a trace—but this saying applies only to underlying program logs.

But the difficulty of doing that is truly too high; before considering such a thing, he still has a better option to try.

That is to re-create it once again.

"Is this the experiment you spoke of?"

Taking in Morrison's flustered appearance of the metal sphere, Suzi can fully see the risk in the trainer's operation.

At the same time, she can also see the goal of this experiment.

"Do you think she will come again?"

She asks, with Xi looking around beside her.

The latter is answering Aomo's question: "It hasn't appeared yet, completely no sign of that horse girl; should we redo that original dungeon?"

Although she also hesitates a bit, since Suzi has already asked, she doesn't just repeat, but cooperates with Aomo's operation to suggest: "At least go to battle; when she first appeared, she helped me dodge urgently!"

"Helping you dodge urgently is merely one expression of her intention to appear; I think she doesn't need to appear only in that way."

Aomo calmly calls up an operation panel; on it are parameters that Suzi and Xi cannot understand, only the corresponding label shows it is the data of the demon god zero.

After several years, this server doesn't know how many upgrades it has had; perhaps we should increase its strength?

The vulnerability through which the other side invaded GBN last time has been patched; the old appearance route is destined not to be reproduced, so we need a server burst.

We artificially create a vulnerability, but cannot let the whole server explode and kick everyone offline, so we still choose to enter a dungeon.

By blowing up a room to give the server some strength, tearing open a crack is enough.

He only seeks a proof.

"She is a horse-girl soul with a weak mode of existence, not truly born yet, only a few days old; the true desire to 'live on' will be stronger than any plea."

"'Survival desire? No… this desire is too alternative.' Suzi crosses her arms, gazing at the universe displayed on the window, feeling somewhat subtle."

"'We might call it an alternative survival desire; someone said the precondition for struggle is that you must be alive,' Aomo continues adjusting the parameters, 'All pursuits and dreams must be premised on being alive, so we might as well trust her urgency.'"

"'We also need to believe she won't be treated as a bug and disposed of once.' Suzi feels somewhat helpless; although she tentatively accepts this logic as fine, hearing from Xi about the 'cosmic female ghost' she can guess the other party reached via illegal program intrusion."

And because of virus-type Digimon that were eliminated by antivirus software due to illegal intrusion into large programs, no one can count their number.

"'I believe she is still alive, even though I don't understand how she does it…' Aomo looks up at Suzi, 'Huffington Arabian also commissioned me to seek a certain missing horse-girl soul.'"

"I believe she's still alive, even though I don't understand how she managed it..." Aomo looked up at Suzi, "Highfin Arabian also commissioned me to find a certain missing horse girl soul."

As a horse girl, hearing the name of one of the goddesses feels rather subtle, especially since Suzi, in pursuit of the horse girl's ultimate speed research, has also gathered data on the three goddesses standing at the peak.

As a horse girl, hearing the name of one of the goddesses is still quite subtle, especially since Suzi, in pursuit of the horse girls' ultimate speed research, had also gathered data on the three goddesses who stand at the pinnacle.

The gentlest of the three goddesses, symbolizing 'hope for the other's growth' inclusiveness; putting it in scene-appropriate terms, she is the woman who 'could become your mother,' hardly ever showing speed, but rather there are rumors that when she runs it is terrifying.

"'Yes, so we might as well try to trust.' Aomo says, also looking at Xi and Morrison, then toward the window straight ahead."

The iron ball far from ordinary MS is not a mobile suit, has no anthropomorphic form, and its cockpit is directly in the center.

The window is also in the center, without needing a main camera.

At a glance one can see the star‑filled cosmos outside the window, with no visual obstruction.

Specifically letting Suzi fly to the nearby planet‑free space is precisely for this field of view.

It is also his most satisfying, most grandiose 'test bed'.

"'Those who believe in robots, passion, courage, and love will also try to believe that love can transcend the universe.'"

He says this while pressing a certain button at the bottom of the parameters.

The moment the screen disappears, the eyes of the model in his hand also begin to emit light.

And he also calls up the data communication outside the game:

"'Now, let us begin the experiment, and please record it, Mr. Jie Si Ti Si.'"

"'Okay, monitoring of data has already begun.'"

"'Well then, the experiment begins……'"

He lifts that model, stepping into the universe that should be extremely cold and dangerous, in a demonic posture.

But a towering demon god appears around him, revealing a ferocious outline that disrupts the program.

"'With the power of the demon god, tear open a universe that allows the other side to truly arrive!'"

With the power of the Demon God, tear open the universe that lets the opponent truly arrive!