Chapter 421

—What the hell was that broadcast saying just now?

Silver Wolf blinked, soothing the dryness in her eyes.

Long hours of gaming made her eyes slightly tired, but when concentrating on doing things, this feeling would be blocked by the brain.

Now, however, it erupted all at once.

"Mm~~ Hu~~"

"This is what life is all about!"

She stretched, wantonly displaying the curves of her body, the lines of her cheeks, her unhidden navel, and the fishnet parts that replaced traditional fabric.

Making this genius hacker girl gather attributes like cute and charming all at once.

It formed a strong contrast with the room, which had an antique Xianzhou style.

"However... Kafka, what the hell was that manifesto just now?"

In her heart, she actually had an answer.

In this world, there are only a few people, and one organization, that can influence her game console without a sound.

If those few people could hack her game console, they could naturally take her to redeem the bounty.

As for an organization, it refers specifically to the Foundation.

This behemoth, isolated from the world yet exerting influence on many forces at all times, always brings some ripples to their lives.

"Well, it should be that anomaly called 'Space Whale', numbered 'Anomaly-2146'."

Kafka sat at the table, gently wiping the parts of her firearm with a cotton cloth, completely undisturbed by the meaningless broadcast content.

Her tone was unhurried, steady, and elegant.

Seeing that Silver Wolf still had doubts on her face, Kafka put down the magazine in her hand and said with a smile:

"It is floating in the orbit of Jarilo-VI, looking like a frozen whale corpse."

"Every 30 days, it will conduct a broadcast, and then... there is no then."

After listening to Kafka's explanation.

The resentment in Silver Wolf's heart had nowhere to vent.

She glanced sideways, gritted her teeth, and stomped her feet.

"Annoying."

Concise and to the point.

But it seemed that was all she could do.

She couldn't possibly fly into the air in a fit of rage, shatter space, and kill her way into the Foundation's headquarters.

Not to mention.

To this day, no one can determine where the Foundation is located.

What's more.

Even if it were the "Destruction" Aeon Nanook.

If they dared to invade the Foundation's territory, the Foundation would definitely make them return in defeat.

That's still the good outcome.

It's not certain that if the Foundation were unhappy, they would just contain them and lock them in a containment room prepared for divinity.

Damn it.

If only she were also a member of the Foundation.

That way, no matter how she invaded the computer systems of other civilizations, no one would dare to put a bounty on her.

But that was just thinking about it.

With her ability to turn reality into a game, she would definitely be classified as a reality bender and locked in a dark room.

Then she would be surrounded by a group of researchers in white coats, tested and tested every day until she became numb.

After the inner drama ended, Silver Wolf finally calmed down.

"It's rare to be in a good state today, starting to challenge my own record, thinking about refreshing the leaderboard, and then..."

"Everything was cleared by that so-called 'Space Whale'."

She looked at Kafka, who had finished assembling the firearm, and sighed helplessly.

Kafka pulled the bolt of the gun.

"Click—"

The crisp sound represented the joy of the gun's soul, and also represented the considerable reliability of the firearm.

"So, are you still going to continue to push for the ranking?"

"You seem to have been playing this game all the time recently."

Kafka pressed the bullets into the magazine and asked softly.

Although they have long entered the interstellar era, they are the notorious "Stellaron Hunters".

Yet they still use extremely primitive weapons—Blade is good at cold weapons, she is good at old-fashioned firearms, and Sam is in a suit of heavy armor.

No matter how you look at it, they look like a gang of highwaymen from the industrial age, not wanted criminals roaming the stars.

"No, no."

Silver Wolf sighed.

"That feeling of a flash of inspiration and being in tune with the world is not that easy to enter."

The first place in this game is her main account, and the second to tenth are her many small accounts.

It's just that, because she has been playing her small account mainly recently, her performance has been too good, almost pushing her main account's ranking down.

This won't do.

She decided to refresh her main account's record.

Unfortunately...

She encountered such a thing.

Bad luck, bad luck.

"Let's wait a while; I'll switch to a PVP game to bully some noobs first, maybe I'll have a feeling in a while."

As she spoke, she opened a shooting game with a lot of history—"Counter-Strike: GO"

In the game, players will be divided into two teams to confront each other.

The way to win the round is to achieve the objectives required by the map, or to completely eliminate the enemy players.

The in-game character she controlled would turn into a paper figure and float down from the air, or constantly switch between two-dimensional and three-dimensional states to avoid the opponent's shooting.

Just like this, Silver Wolf used precision and dynamic vision that exceeded the limits of mortals to kill the opposite side to pieces.

Not long after, the team she was on had already won half the games, while the opposite side hadn't won a single one.

Just when she thought this game was stable, she saw the enemy player post a message on the public screen:

【Good, good, good, so that's how you play.】

She immediately had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, when the next small game round just started timing, she and her teammates died suddenly at the same time.

Immediately, friendly communication began on the public screen:

【Can't beat us so you cheated?】

【Is that a big brother?】

【Big brother, big brother, big brother, big brother, big brother carried the luggage...】

【Don't yell, your side's top-tier player started smurfing first.】

【I admit your one-hit kill function is very powerful, but if I kick you out of the game with one click, how will you respond?】

【Heh, I have already started reporting with one click; whether it's a top-tier player or a big brother, just honestly go into the dark room.】

Silver Wolf watched herself being kicked offline, and when she tried to log in again, she saw that a ban period with a countdown of 9999 had been added.

"It's a good thing I used a signal today, otherwise I would have had to blow up your company's server..."

Game genius girl—Silver Wolf.

Rarely hit a snag in the gaming field, and even more rarely did not use off-field means to get back at them.

Therefore, she decided not to play games for now—the God of Games was working against her in secret.

"By the way, what step has the script progressed to?"

Compared to games, Elio's script is still more important.

Although some uncontrollable deviations appeared, the main storyline is still advancing.