Chapter 537

"What?!"

"Silver Wolf" was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with undisguised shock.

She raised her head, bit her lip, and was a little lost for a moment.

"Hey! Wait—".

Without spending more time reacting, "Silver Wolf" immediately lowered her head, her fingers tapping rapidly on the personal terminal, trying to exit from the "Simulated Universe."

——This was even more of a development beyond her expectations.

"What's going on?"

"Silver Wolf" was anxious and angry in her heart.

She was in a hurry to go back and confirm the status of the account.

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Perhaps those accounts are just valueless data streams in the eyes of many big shots, and can be fabricated out of thin air whenever they want.

But for every hacker born in Punklorde, the virtual world and the real world are equally important.

The identity in the virtual world is as important as the identity in the real world!

Didn't Herta and Screwllum just want her to watch the banned account and cry bitterly in front of the terminal?

Could it be that they wanted her to kneel down here, repent while begging for mercy?

That is impossible.

"So anxious, 'Silver Wolf' miss."

Screwllum crossed his arms and looked calmly at "Silver Wolf" showing anxiety.

"Huh? Isn't this what you and Herta want to see?"

"Luring me into the hook with fakes, reverse tracking and banning my account, making me embarrassed, making me show ugliness here?"

"Didn't expect you to be so despicable."

"Silver Wolf" first gritted her teeth and said a few words, then bit her lip, and finally only stared fiercely at Screwllum.

Oh, and "Stelle" on the side watching her drop little pearls.

Screwllum looked at "Silver Wolf" sniffing, while looking at the "Aether Cartridge" on the ground.

"No, 'Silver Wolf' miss."

"We have no interest in insulting a child."

"But, the game in the child's eyes is certainly happy, but for adults, the game is not the only way to solve problems."

"In order for you to have a deeper understanding of this, Herta did not use the 'Simulated Universe' written by mortals like us."

"Mortals?"

"Silver Wolf" frowned tightly.

She knew that this "Simulated Universe" was slightly different, and when invading, she had already discovered that the code faced this time was more refined, and there were some other ideas.

But she didn't expect that Screwllum would call himself a mortal to distinguish the two versions of the "Simulated Universe" before and after.

Every member of the "Genius Society" can be regarded as an Emanator of "Nous" of "Erudition."

Could it be that the creator of this "Simulated Universe"... is someone whose great power comes from himself, is someone an Aeon?

Wait...!

A lightning bolt suddenly exploded in "Silver Wolf's" mind, she suddenly remembered that in a program she had seen and forgotten, another version of the "Simulated Universe" did appear.

And, that version of the "Simulated Universe" was indeed created by a special person whose great power returned to himself.

——"SCP-2599", codenamed "Not Good Enough" Zhao Zena.

This reality bender created the "Simulated Universe" that made Herta eat a loss.

No way...

Trapped in the virtual dimension, "Silver Wolf" stood in place and fell into thought, and after a long time she raised her head, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

What is simulated here is still the scene of the "Herta" space station—but under the appearance, what is hidden, she already doesn't know, this is a "Simulated Universe" she is completely unfamiliar with.

Where the eyes can see, is the area she had watched not long ago when the "Antimatter Legion" invaded.

However, at this time, looking closely, she noticed those plausible details—the cargo box and the floor "grew" together, the ceiling and the floor had the same material, and there was no reflection on the smooth mirror.

And after she realized this, avoided her gaze, and looked over again, the original error was corrected.

It's just that such changes shrouded the whole scene in a more intense anomaly.

Even if the space station was extremely bright, even if there were lighting strips everywhere, darkness seemed to be squirming in the corners that could not be noticed.

"Looks like you've noticed, 'Silver Wolf' miss."

Said Screwllum, one of the masterminds.

"Yes, I noticed."

"Silver Wolf" said slowly, with a thoughtful expression on her face, "You actually parsed the Foundation's products and made a certain degree of progress."

"I admit, I thought of you too simply."

"But, you don't think that being able to successfully parse the Foundation's technology will make me give up the idea of challenging you two geniuses, right?"

"It's not that complicated, 'Silver Wolf' miss," Screwllum shook his head.

"Hackers in Punklorde always think that reality is just a game..."

"But more people are willing to believe that reality is a drama, and every life wears its own mask, trying its best to play its role when going on stage."

"Just like us here, we are all performers on stage, performing a drama for the person behind the scenes."

"Stelle" stood on the side and listened quietly, she didn't speak, pondering this argument.