Chapter 1962: After the Rewind, Love You Again 38

What do you mean it's their decision?

Ji Lu glanced at Cheng Chuan holding a gun, then at Ruan Fu and Yun Zaozao, whose faces looked unpleasant.

For the first time in their life, Ji Lu felt their brain wasn't up to the task.

She elbowed Gao Kai, muttering, "Hey, do you understand the situation?"

Gao Kai spoke in a rough voice, "I think Cheng Chuan suspects the big boss was kidnapped by those two! He wants to steal the man!"

Ji Lu was greatly shocked, "Is Jin Chen really that weak and easy to bully?"

The players didn't notice that, due to Jin Chen's disappearance, the angelic phantoms in the room stopped urging them to do tasks.

Everything in the game came to a halt.

In the standoff, Ruan Fu suddenly realized, from Jin Chen's earlier anger to…… that message asking when he would come home.

"Jin Chen… knows?" Ruan Fu's voice remained icy, but when she spoke it carried a hint of strain.

Cheng Chuan snorted coldly: "Hmph! Not only him, I also know about your and Yun Zaozao's scheme!"

"……."

Who cares about you.

Ruan Fu's averted gaze blatantly slapped those four words onto Cheng Chuan's face.

Yun Zaozao took off her glasses with a headache, cursed under her breath, and generously called a temporary truce with Ruan Fu: "Could Jin Chen have been targeted by the main brain?"

Ruan Fu frowned, "Impossible."

Since distinguishing Jin Chen from… that person, they have revised the core database's procedure.

"Could it be……" the dead‑stubborn members of the main team.

Before Ruan Fu could voice her guess, the angelic phantom flickered a few times and then disappeared.

At the same time, he clearly felt it; as the main researcher of this stage, he lost control of the core data.

《Welcome all players to enter the ultimate judgment. 》

All the players were shocked and stunned.

Ruan Fu: …?

Yun Zaozao:!!!

He just said Ruan Fu was engaging in favoritism and corruption!

Cheng Chuan, meanwhile, was even more contemptuous and doubtful: "What exactly are you two exchanging glances for! What does ultimate judgment mean?"

"I don't know."

Beneath Ruan Fu's silver hair, her eyes turned cold and sharp; she pressed her thin lips for two seconds: "This place is no longer under my control."

At the same time, the external laboratory was completely overrun by Ling Gun Gun's invasion of the main brain core.

This bunch of researchers in the lab, who casually controlled human lives, were utterly panicked.

The massive database, which took nearly a century to build, was almost collapsed by an attack in just a few seconds!

The programmers were frantically pounding the control panel.

"Where is the repair team? Quickly find them!"

All that responded were sparking wires; several old men over fifty rushed over, yet nothing could be salvaged.

Until the main brain's virtual projection changed its image, from a scientific mind to……

A seven‑colored monster that looks like nothing in particular.

The person in charge slammed the table in shock: "What kind of monster virus is this! Investigate! Quick……"

Investigate.

Before he could finish speaking, everyone in the entire laboratory collapsed instantly, their consciousness sucked into the game.

Ling Gun Gun turned around and started tattling.

【Host~ They're calling me a monster! I must be properly punished!】

Inside the vast, newly generated Judgment Hall.

The Main Gate opened, revealing the people who had been transported in: all surviving players, members of the Hope Squad, the protagonist Chen, and the shocked main creative research team.

Cheng Chuan turned and chatted with the stunned players: "These people in white coats are the culprits who made this game!"

That single remark stirred up a thousand waves.

The players' anger from struggling to survive in the game almost materialized at this moment; they wanted to rush forward and tear these people apart.

But they dared not act.

The players looked up at the high judgment platform.

They didn't know what this big shot intended to do.

A spiraling staircase of cold‑white data streams rose, weaving in the void into the judgment platform.

Jin Chen leaned sideways in the judgment chair; the hem of his black coat moved on its own in the liquid light, a dark‑red dagger lay across his raised knee, its blade tapping the armrest intermittently, the metallic tremors sending fine cracks through the space.

"Welcome to...... my confessional."

Jin Chen deliberately borrowed the game setting, his tone trailing with mocking ridicule.

The Judgment Hall's beautiful liquid‑light cold gleam was like a blade.

Ruan Fu stood in the front row of the players, her fingertips anxiously and unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothing, her gaze toward Jin Chen never receiving a response.

At such a distance, Jin Chen's gaze could not spare even a hint for him, making his throat choke and bringing him to the brink of suffocation.

It seemed as if he were the true condemned of this judgment.

Jin Chen suddenly lifted the bound Angel's Eye with the tip of his dagger.

At the instant that pupil was pierced, the hall's light source suddenly Distorted, and the convulsing projections of the main creative research team were stretched and crushed onto the floor.

Someone on the team staggered to grab the holographic screen, but touched the virus Jin Chen had planted beforehand, their form was instantly devoured, turning into a puddle on the floor.

"Ah!"

The researcher nearest him hurriedly stepped back, so frightened he could not speak.

Only when they truly face death do they treat lives as something that matters.

Jin Chen curled the corner of his lip, asking nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of?"

The dagger clanged against the edge of the steps, sending ripples across the liquid light covering the floor, frightening the researchers until their faces turned ashen.

You aren't the ones who love playing this kind of trick, are you?

The last three words were crushed between his teeth, carrying a kind of pleasure verging on loss of control.

The crack in the judgment chair's armrest had spread to the third step, when a researcher suddenly clutched his bleeding ear—only then did they realize that Jin Chen's absentminded tapping on the armrest was actually the countdown to the collapse of the system's core code.

You want to destroy the game?!

The Dean, who had taken over control of the main brain, roared, "If the game collapses, these surviving players will all be buried with it!"

Jin Chen's fingertip paused slightly, "Oh."

I went overboard, almost forgetting about this.

Don't panic, there's still Plan B.