Chapter 592

The visitor stepped into Bai Lang's cramped room, stood against the wall, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Bai Lang, the moment the arc light from the holographic projection hit his face, judged a fact from his perfect, flawless expression and that face that instinctively made him feel a trace of fear.

He is a cyborg!

Before birth, gene adjustment technology was used to plan and adjust the entire body's nervous system, laying the foundation for later human body modification.

This technology is strictly prohibited by the Central District and violates the Natural Human Rights Protection Act—but in the autonomous administrative regions, the companies that have already controlled all public power no longer need to abide by laws that are useless to them.

Bai Lang didn't know how many prosthetics he had transplanted, but to be able to become a company field captain and be sent to execute such an important task as seizing the data of a ninth-tier collection-grade magic treasure, he must have long been a qualified killing machine!

As a first-tribulation cultivator who had just received the register, the virtual web was the battlefield where he roamed.

In this cramped room, facing a top-tier adjusted person, a "Wu Xiu," his winning rate was less than 0.01%!

"Illusion Technique?"

Bai Lang subconsciously looked at the several holographic projection devices hidden in every corner of the room.

With a slight thought, a beam of light lit up in the room, shining toward the man's eyes.

But the man's pupils did not have the biological contraction reaction when suddenly encountering strong light; instead, the iris reflected the fine, fragmented light of the crystalline lens, and the pupils presented the focusing effect of a mechanical prosthetic.

Through a series of reactions in the man's eyes, Bai Lang judged—

"It's the Breaking Law Pupil Type IV prosthetic eye produced by Qingcheng Biology... It has several visual additions such as infrared, thermal sensing, ultra-long distance, microscopy, molecular tracking, and electrical signal tracking. It's the nemesis of virtual cultivators!"

The man smiled and said: "With the assistance of a high-intelligence AI, the signal tracking capability can see your 'magic power' operation and 'spell technique' preparation. Without military-grade holographic projection equipment, even the illusion technique of a great cultivator is ineffective against me."

"Martial Cultivators are an adjustment method created specifically to restrain you virtual cultivators!"

"Everyone knows that as long as you virtual cultivators are given the opportunity to transmit signals, all intelligent equipment is unsafe. Originally, out of distrust of 'humans,' this world spent a world to eliminate 'humans' using artificial intelligence and automated equipment, but you virtual cultivators have only been born for seventy years, and they have found 'humans' again!"

The man raised his hand and set up a standard Wing Chun starting stance.

His fingers were well-proportioned and slender, and his skin was white and translucent, not like flesh, but like carefully fired white porcelain, and even the boundaries of the joints were blurred!

It was bizarre, as if it didn't look like a living person...

Because of the uncanny valley effect, adjusted people, "Martial Cultivators," usually transplant prosthetics that imitate the human body to the greatest extent, or simply expose the characteristics of the prosthetics more obviously.

Imitating like this, but with details that are not in place, can only be a sacrifice made for the "Wu Xiu's" "gongfu"!

"High-performance ceramic material prosthetic—is he practicing the 'Flame Blade' of the Skyborne Shaolin, or the 'True Martial Blazing Flame Art' of the True Martial Group!"

As everyone knows, ceramic materials have the advantages of high melting point, high hardness, high wear resistance, and oxidation resistance, but their rigidity is too strong, and their plasticity and toughness are very poor. The material properties are brittle and not suitable for most Wu Xiu gongfu programs that involve hard fighting and collision.

So this person's prosthetic must be suitable for a special "martial art."

Bai Lang could only guess that it was some kind of "martial art" that could produce ultra-high temperatures...

But the man smiled slightly and whispered: "In order to resist your pervasive virtual cultivator intrusion, 'Martial Cultivators' were born, who use the strongest anti-interference ability, also have consciousness quality changes, and control prosthetics with their own modified nerves! Because the company finally discovered that intelligent machines in the post-virtual era are more unreliable than 'humans'!"

His wrist, which resembled a natural person's, turned flexibly, reached toward Bai Lang, and set up a standard grappling posture. His wrist was so flexible that it didn't look like a prosthetic at all...

"Seven Elements of the Big Dipper, divine qi governs the sky. Heavenly Gang Great Saint, ten thousand rays of majestic light. Above the sky and below the earth, cut off the source of evil!"

Bai Lang's expression was cold, and he chanted the "True Words" in a strange tone!

This special tone was converted into a signal and transmitted to a secret world in the virtual world through the surrounding hidden virtual network interfaces, where high-intelligence AIs, like stars in the sky, integrated a large amount of computing power resources through cloud algorithms.

Among them were even over 360 satellites in outer space belonging to several large companies and virtual cultivator Dao lineages such as "True Martial," "Zhengyi," "Quanzhen," and "Tianhe," all loaded with high-performance super-brains.

This massive computing power resource was integrated by many high-intelligence AIs, transforming into virtual gods that mastered the access rights of the virtual world!

Among them, the seven high-performance satellites responsible for responding to virtual cultivator requests, after receiving the request chanted by Bai Lang in a special tone, split off a thread of computing power resources and briefly suppressed the access rights controlled by the Prism company's AI, Candlelight, in the building for one breath!

"Dao Sect cultivator!"

The man's tone was slightly more serious.

The Dao Sect was the initial research group of "Western Kunlun," and these people were the first to create the profession of virtual cultivator from within Western Kunlun.

Initially, they were all programmers and researchers. They pioneered the earliest Dao lineage of virtual cultivators. Subsequently, in the process of the development of the virtual network, some Dao lineages mastered more and more resources and finally became large companies, such as "True Martial" and "Tianhe."

Of course, most of these companies were in the Central District and were not as obviously alienated as the companies in the autonomous regions.

Based on the tacit understanding when researching "Western Kunlun," these Dao lineages of virtual cultivators and companies concluded a virtual web agreement, including integrating each other's computing power resources to provide resources for all virtual cultivators who joined the Dao Sect, including cooperation in research and a certain degree of academic openness.

This agreement was the "Dao Sect"!

The virtual gods shaped by the computing power resources of each family almost all had computing power comparable to the Prism company's main AI, Candlelight. Even for a regional giant like Prism, the Dao Sect was still a behemoth.

Of course, the Dao Sect was more of an academic organization and would not stand up for the political stance of its members.

Fortunately, the man knew that the core data of the company's main AI, Candlelight, was a ninth-tier collection-grade magic treasure, the Candlelight Mirror, downloaded from "Western Kunlun." With a magic treasure sitting in the core, even if suppressed by computing power, the AI's core access rights and core database could not be changed or intruded upon.

The Big Dipper Divine Curse is one of the Eight Great Divine Curses of the Dao Sect. Any disciple of the Dao Sect can issue a request to the Big Dipper system, and the virtual gods of the Dao Sect will deploy computing power to execute preset program spell techniques.

"Hmph!"

Accompanied by a sharp shout from Bai Lang, a pile of clutter on the shelf next to him suddenly exploded.

Among them, a cold golden light about the size of a winnowing basket transformed into a bolt of electric light and rose up, surrounded by electric light, making a strange sound like a thousand birds chirping, and shot toward the man...

The air was suddenly filled with the smell of ionized ozone!

Aofei Toys · Parent-Child Interaction Low-Power Child's Sword Pill

Produced by the famous Central District toy company Aofei, it was produced due to the popularity of the "Western Kunlun" game. It was a game sword pill for parent-child interaction, and its maximum power could only cut through 18mm thick steel plates.

It posed no threat to a high-level cultivator like him, and the sword pill had an anti-accidental injury recognition program. Even if he took it to kill a dog, it would automatically fly back. It was a genuine Buddhist-style sword pill.

Relying on its safe intelligent program, Aofei Company, because the second-generation successor hated the leviathan attributes of large companies, successfully transformed from an autonomous region's arms company into a toy company and successfully moved to the Central District.

Its products were deeply loved by the people of the Central District and occupied 60% of the youth market in the Central District. But because its products were suspected of infringing on the IP of Fantasy International's "Western Kunlun," it was slightly controversial, and it even sparked a discussion on the virtual network about whether Xianxia culture belonged to the "Western Kunlun" pan-copyright!

This sword pill was a test-water product they launched for the children's market.

But because it followed the design ideas of Aofei Company when it produced electromagnetic weapons and prosthetics in the past, it was questioned by the people of the Central District, and finally, they had to recall most of the products!

When Bai Lang got a half-damaged product from the underground black market in Kuala Lumpur, he thought of this day.

Using the Big Dipper Divine Curse to crack the sword pill's safety program, and at the same time stimulating the overload function pre-installed when it was originally designed as a military electromagnetic weapon.

Making a tiny toy sword pill explode with a military-quality blow...

The electromagnetic sword pill shot over, catching the man off guard, but the high neural reflexes of the Wu Xiu allowed him to react in an instant. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his white porcelain-like palms suddenly exploded with powerful magnetic force...

This is the real military electromagnetic generator.

High-performance ceramics, in addition to high temperature resistance, also have good insulation properties.

Designed by the Ouyezi Military Industry Group, the prosthetic—the Thunder-Running Yuan Magnetic Hand—possesses both electrical and magnetic attributes, can be switched at will, and does not interfere with the operation of other prosthetics, but can use electromagnetism as a weapon to destroy the enemy's prosthetics!

Martial arts program loaded—"Heavenly Gate... Five Thunders Transforming Extreme Hand!"

Accompanied by the invisible electromagnetic barrier expanding forward, the cramped room was filled with a strong magnetic interference field, making Bai Lang's connection to control the electromagnetic sword pill suddenly weak.

He could only manipulate the sword pill to shoot out like an electromagnetic cannonball, hitting the man's right hand blocked in front of his chest. The high rigidity of the microcrystalline composite ceramic material was almost equivalent to an 80mm armored steel plate, which could withstand the bombardment of military-grade electromagnetic weapons.

So the man took this sword head-on, and only a few broken pieces of porcelain fell off his hand...

But the man already had a trace of anger: "You are looking for death!"

His right hand gripped falsely, and the powerful magnetic field exploded, instantly rolling up all the iron objects in the cramped room and heading toward Bai Lang. The huge hibernation pod behind Bai Lang also collapsed. In an instant, countless iron blocks twisted and formed a huge iron hand, gripping Bai Lang in the palm.

"So it is..."

Bai Lang was squeezed and breathing rapidly, but still said with difficulty: "So it is an electromagnetic martial art modified from the Innate One Qi Great Seizing!"

"Enough! Number Nine, do you want to kill him?"

A lazy voice came from the prosthetic inner ear of the man: "He is a treasure! Ninth-tier collection-grade, how long has it been since Western Kunlun brought out a ninth-tier collection-grade magic treasure! If you kill him, a hundred of you won't be enough to compensate... I will have to transform you into a puppet diva and sell you in the cheapest nightclub in Kuala Lumpur!"

Number Nine's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Bai Lang, who was gripped in the electromagnetic field's big hand and could be crushed to death with a slight force, and slowly let him go.

"Bring him back, let me talk to him directly!" the voice in the inner ear ordered.

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Prism Group Headquarters, M24 floor, a man who looked about twenty years old, with exquisite prosthetic metal interfaces on his face and body, sat on a leather ergonomic chair. The entire office was in the style of the last century.

He turned around behind the desk, licked his upper lip frivolously, and said: "Ninth-tier collection-grade, and it's the new version of the main storyline, the flying sword that destroyed Hundred Barbarian Mountain!"

"Hahaha... what a surprise!"

"The lucky person who obtained it is actually an employee of this company... isn't this an opportunity given by heaven to this young master?"

The smart butler next to him reminded: "Young Master, the market value of a ninth-tier collection-grade magic treasure is already equivalent to 80% of the company's assets. It is a major matter. Should we notify the Old Master!"

"80%, do you know that the Prism Group was originally just a small company in Kuala Lumpur!"

"It was my mother who obtained an eighth-tier collection-grade magic treasure in Western Kunlun, which was learned by my father, who then launched a crazy pursuit. It was only because the old man looked good when he was young that he cheated my mother from the Central District, took the Candlelight Mirror as the core, invested a lot of money to build the high-intelligence AI Candlelight, and developed the group to be strong!"

"An eighth-tier magic treasure can create a large company, what can a ninth-tier one do?"

"It can make Prism one of the three major conglomerates in Kuala Lumpur and have further influence in the Malay Continent!"

"And... at Hundred Barbarian Mountain, this magic treasure had a tenth-tier posture. If I can promote it to the tenth tier, creating another Prism will be as easy as turning over a hand!" The man revealed a trace of arrogant and contemptuous smile, glanced at the "lucky person" on the holographic projection, and whispered: "Without my capital, obtaining this kind of thing that you are not worthy of mastering is your luck, and also your misfortune!"

"This thing... belongs to those with virtue!"

"Kun Shaoyu!" A majestic and old voice suddenly came from the smart butler: "The Hundred Poison Immortal-Slaying Sword is not something you can monopolize alone. You should appease that person first and wait for me to come back to deal with it!"

The man sitting behind the desk suddenly became furious, punched the smart butler one punch after another, smashing the shell of the lightweight material, revealing the metal structure and pipelines inside. He jumped and shouted: "That's mine! Mine!"

"It was I who let Candlelight monitor all Western Kunlun players in the area! It was I who let it collect their various traces to build files! It was I who let Candlelight match the player's behavioral traces the moment the Hundred Poison Immortal-Slaying Sword appeared! It was I who found the ninth-tier magic treasure!"

The holographic projection projected from the smart butler's eyes flickered. One could only see a man in his forties or fifties, tiredly pressing his brow, and saying: "Now that the company has developed to this point, we must pay more and more attention to the consequences of our actions. The appearance of the Hundred Poison Immortal-Slaying Sword has a great impact in the Central District. Once someone gets a handle on it, we may not be able to keep it. Contact the owner, offer a good price, and doing things cleanly is not a bad thing!"

"What price are you prepared to offer?" the man called Kun Shaoyu whispered.

"2% of the group's shares and the sixth-order access rights of the new AI!"

A trace of contemptuous sneer appeared on Kun Kun Shaoyu's face: "It's about the same as mine in the group! Is he worthy? The Hundred Poison Immortal-Slaying Sword is destined to be mine... just a trash cultivator, what does it matter if I find an excuse to make him disappear from the world? Don't we often do this?"

After saying that, he didn't wait for the holographic projection to answer and smashed it with a punch.

Soon Bai Lang was brought to the M24 floor. He glanced left and right and whispered with a smile: "M management post, we P-sequence personnel haven't been here many times. Only when we are promoted from P15 to P16 will we be received by the top management. I didn't expect to come here under these circumstances..."

"Am I a guest?"

"You are a prisoner..." A man who looked like a pig's bladder compared to Number Nine, who captured him, walked in, looking down at Bai Lang from above.

"As an illegal virtual cultivator, you are guilty of..."

"They have already said these words once! Aren't you just trying to take away my Hundred Poison Immortal-Slaying Sword?" Bai Lang sneered.

"That is the company's property. In the contract you signed, it is stipulated that the value you create through all your job duties belongs to the company." The man leaned down, looking at Bai Lang, who had already been controlled by him, revealing a look of victory.

"Go talk to Fantasy International! Let them hand over my virtual property to you!" Bai Lang said with a smile on his face.

The man didn't know why he could still smile, just said coldly: "It seems you still don't know your status. Remember, you are not qualified to negotiate terms with us..."

"No, I am! With your technical strength, without me logging in, you can't get anything bound to my account in Western Kunlun at all. I am a virtual cultivator, and soft hypnosis and psychological control are useless against me. So... I am qualified to negotiate terms!" Bai Lang said lightly.

The man slid the brand-new projection beside him, revealing a trace of faint mocking smile: "Bai Yuanli, male, 43 years old, employed at..."

Bai Lang was completely shocked and angry. He struggled violently. The man leaned in front of him and contemptuously slapped Bai Lang's face with his tie: "Don't bring trouble to your parents if you haven't let them enjoy any blessings. Do you think we didn't intercept the last message you sent them? Do you think I have no way to deal with them just because they are in the first district of Kuala Lumpur?"

"Hand over the Hundred Poison Immortal-Slaying Sword..."

"Otherwise, I'll let your whole family go see your sister!"

Bai Lang's body trembled slightly. He remembered when he saw his sister's body, that mass of bloody and blurry flesh, which was the root of his fall. Sometimes injustice makes people angry, but after anger, the desperate reality of seeing no hope makes people bow their heads, and after striving for fairness, his parents' kneeling pleas made his heart ache with bone-chilling pain.

"We have already lost one daughter! We can't lose another son..."

"I have already found that flying vehicle. They did it on purpose, on purpose! They just wanted to watch us scream, be afraid, and then laugh and walk away..."

"But we can't fight them. Xiao Lang, don't do it anymore! I've already smashed your brain-machine..."

Facing this behemoth again, Bai Lang's heart no longer had a trace of despair and decadence. This time, the anger burning was destruction and madness.

"Supreme Supreme Tian Mo! Is this what you want? Then let's try it!"

He lowered his head, letting no one see the hatred in his eyes. Finally, Bai Lang, as if accepting his fate, said calmly and lightly: "Okay! I'll hand it over!"

"The data download of 'Western Kunlun' requires the cooperation of virtual cultivators and some equipment..."

"For a wage slave like you, these things are hard to get, but for me... with one order, hundreds of trash like you work hard, and they have long been prepared!"

"Do you know... the Hundred Poison Immortal-Slaying Sword, why is it called the Immortal-Slaying Sword?"

After Bai Lang compromised, he finally asked him a question.

The man said impatiently: "There are so many reasons for the names of magic treasures in the game, it was named by the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo!"

Bai Lang whispered in his heart: "No, it was named by me..."

"Because, it will bring destruction to you!"