Chapter 364: Love Story in the Cyber ​​Age Part (I)

“The peach blossoms are beautiful, the red face is delicate, the phoenix robe and the mandarin duck jacket are beautiful. Spring is here, the willow branches are new, the sun is shining outside the city, and there are birds flying above the window. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!”

Mercy Knife, wearing a top scholar robe and a palace flower in his hat, looked at the big red lanterns hanging from the beams. They swayed and swayed, and the auditory signals they emitted could not help but pour into the boy’s electronic body.

“It’s noisy.”

“The east wind blows, the fragrant clouds welcome, the silver hairpins, the gold hairpins, the pearl screen. Pour the clear wine, add the red candles, the wind and the moon are full of fragrance, the brocade and beautiful makeup, pretty, pretty, pretty!”

The wedding hall was bustling with people and full of joy; the guests were toasting each other and having a great time.

The Compassionate Blade sighed and spat out a stream of golden-red text; it was all some unformed Buddhist mantras:

This wedding robe sealed the Compassionate Blade in the virtual machine and blocked his magic power, making it impossible for him to use any magical powers.

Being forced to get married… He never thought that this would happen to him.

“Groom, you are so handsome! Whose bride is so lucky? Whose bride is so lucky? Whose bride is so good–“

The randomly generated paper guests around were grinning and whispering, asking questions even though they knew the answer; some of the nagging ones were stuck on the spot, repeating their words over and over.

Mercy Blade had heard this sentence word for word more than ten times.

“I don’t take it seriously at all. There are only so many words in the library of congratulatory messages, and many of them are wrong.”

Mercy Knife thought helplessly.

The monsters also gathered together, changing into festive skins. In addition to the “Five Great Families” that he had seen quite a few of, there were also some deformed monsters that he couldn’t name; no one knew where they came from in the depths of the Internet.

From time to time, they cast ambiguous and playful glances at the boy, and occasionally burst into laughter.

If it were in the flesh, the back of Mercy Knife’s neck would probably turn red:

“Hey, if I didn’t have these tattered clothes on, I would have suppressed all of you guys long ago–“

……

He had just finished thinking about the vicious threat when it seemed as if waves were crashing into Mercy Blade’s limbs and bones, causing him to stagger.

The force… a terrible force.

Suddenly, all the noises stopped:

The bride is here.

Her waist was hunched, and even the wide open sedan chair could only cover her lower legs.

Nine enormous tails were raised high and waved behind the phoenix robe, bringing up red clouds all over the sky.

In the void, a road covered with colorful flowers is spreading – the bride is slowly migrating her horrible data and squeezing into the wedding hall.

Mercy Knife shuddered and didn’t dare to look at her.

The bride moved her heavy body, and every step caused the body to tremble; after a long while, she finally came to the side of Mercy Knife.

Mercy Blade turned his head away, but he could still feel a fiery gaze sweeping across him, burning his skin – this was not an illusion, the Bride was greedily grabbing all of his data.

“The bride and groom are here—”

The master of ceremonies’ face was shaped like a huge “囍” character, with the flashing lights making Cibeidao’s eyes dazzled.

It raised the microphone decorated with flowers:

“Entering the bridal chamber——”

“Were we supposed to get married in the bridal chamber? Why did we go straight to the bridal chamber?!”

He wanted to interrupt loudly and delay time, but he couldn’t send out any form of message.

On the other side, the master of ceremonies’ heart vibrated as the bride approached, and he continued to mutter:

“Bridal chamber! Bridal chamber! Bridal chamber—”

call!

The bride swung her long tail, rolled up the master of ceremonies between them, and placed it in front of the red satin of her veil.

Then he tore off its square head and swallowed it into his mouth.

As she chewed, she let out a hoarse, low howl:

“Noisy.”

A huge amount of data spilled out from her:

Puff! Puff!

The heads of several monsters suddenly swelled up, and numbers and symbols spewed out from their seven orifices, and then they fell limply to the ground.

Just a slight turbulence was enough to burst the memory of the other weak monsters; the paper figures even crashed, became fuzzy, and were blown away by the wind due to the shaking.

“It’s started! Get out of the way … quickly!”

The remaining guests fled in all directions in a noisy manner, escaped from the wedding hall on a cloud of mist, and disappeared.

The bride raised her tail and shook it:

Snapped!

Hundreds of red-painted wooden doors rose from nowhere, then closed tightly and bolted; I don’t know how many layers of encryption have been added.

The sun and the moon hanging in the sky dimmed together, and red candles like flowers grew out of the ground, surrounding the two people; flames lit dimly.

In this server that served as a wedding hall and bridal chamber, only the “newlyweds” were left.

Mercy Knife heard a gentle whisper floating beside him, soft and lingering:

“Husband, bridal chamber.”

Just four short words, sent out simultaneously in the form of neural signals, several instruction sets and assembly languages, and primitive machine languages; Mercy Blade could not understand any ambiguity from this sentence.

The bride lowered her head shyly, and a howling wind rushed out from under her veil, sweeping across the countless lights surrounding her.

Mercy Knife watched the bride blow out the red candle, and her long furry tail violently wrapped around his arm –

“…How did it become like this?”

He thought desperately.

……

It has to start from a few days ago.

That day, after school, Cibeidao went about his daily routine in his cramped apartment – looking for people to fight in the digital space.

Last month, he used the Supreme Thunder Sound to shatter hundreds of “human puppets” that the “Photoelectric Riders” had deployed throughout Southeast Asia to confuse the enemy; then he reversed the decoding and traced the “interface Gu” nodes and packets upstream to locate the body of the great hacker hidden at the bottom of the Indian Ocean.

The aftermath of this battle, which lasted for thirty-seven hours, spread to half of New Malaysia’s servers: the witchcraft virus was rampant, gnawing at the databases – whether private or public, none could escape the counterattack of the “Photoelectric Rider” before his defeat.

Although Mercy Blade won, he was also very depressed:

No one, or any other electronic being, was willing to take on this rising star who had just climbed to the top of the Internet food chain.

“It’s annoying… annoying.”

“Hey.”

The bored Mercy Blade snapped his fingers and temporarily stopped the “demon-subduing ritual” in front of him:

“Who in New Malaysia is more skilled than me?”

The photoelectric rider, no, it was his copy of the mind that was being hung over the hellfire and baked; “1” and “0” formed golden-red tongues of fire, licking the tip of his perceptual network, reorganizing the foundation of his personality.

The Mercy Blade never takes the life of its opponent, but only takes a copy of the defeated opponent’s mind to be used as a sacrifice to refine it into a “Dharma Guardian Vajra”: this is one of the origins of the “Mercy” in its nickname.

If the “real names” of these big hackers were ever leaked, these big hackers with countless enemies would not have such a “comfortable” ending.

The photoelectric rider turned his face, which was twisted in pain, and two buzzing flies flashing blue light came out of his mouth, conveying a message –

“Da Wu 0731”, “Iron Monkey”.

They were all well-known hackers. When the Mercy Blade first debuted, it also copied many of the weapons they created.

but……

That’s not enough. He wants to challenge the strongest and the best.

Mercy Blade raised his eyebrows:

“I’ve heard of these two: too old, courage and brain have shrunk together. That’s all!”

He shook his head and continued to shape the photoelectric rider.

The photoelectric rider wrinkled his half-melted nose, with despair in his eyes:

“Wait! There is also the Yanshi Club. I have found clues about them.”

“Oh?”

Yanshi Club!

All hackers in New Malaysia – including those code kids who have just started using computers – are familiar with this name.

Legend has it that its members are all monsters swimming in the depths of the ocean of information; they are even too disdainful to surface and show their terror to the world.

But Mercy Knife is in adolescence: an age where one desires fame and fortune, but at the same time can disregard them as nothing.

This is the unique power of young people, and it also makes them so dangerous.

What could be more disdainful and yet desirable to get close to than some kind of elite society?

“What’s the clue? Tell me about it.”

“If you’ve said that, can you let me go?”

“You gave yourself to me. Does it make sense? But that’s the truth. If you leave, where can you go?”

Mercy Blade sat cross-legged in the dark green grid lines, with the corners of his mouth raised with ridicule:

“Go ahead. What I have to say will help you retain some wisdom. When I become a Buddha, I will need some boys to serve me.”

……

In front of the Mercy Knife was a deserted and desolate wild temple; the tiles had all fallen off, and the wooden beams were full of worm-eaten cracks. The weeds grew to knee height, covering the stone steps leading into the temple from both sides; the rough modeling caused them to penetrate each other from time to time.

The temple has no plaque or other identifying features.

Its existence is so abrupt – if you take ten steps outside the ruined temple, there is only nothingness without even a byte of information.

“Strange, I can’t get any information from the server…”

“Membership test? Is there such a thing?”

Mercy Knife threw the rosary in his hand and let it float around him: on one of them, the face of the photoelectric rider was printed.

“It is absolutely true. Discovering the secrets of this temple is the first step to joining the Yanshi Club.”

“I’m here to challenge, not to join.”

“Yes, yes, yes! Heroes are born young!” The photoelectric rider gave a flattering dry laugh; “Your Excellency, to break through this level, we only need–“

Mercy Blade raised his hand and terminated the photoelectric rider’s thinking activities.

“You don’t have to tell me, I’ll do it myself.”

He looked around, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the dilapidated temple with great interest.

Chapter 365: Love Story in the Cyber ​​Age Part (Part )

Just as Mercy Knife expected, the inside of the ruined temple was much bigger than the outside:

The incense burner was overturned on the ground, but there was no scattered ashes. I wonder how long it has been since a donor visited here. The eaves were covered with spider webs, but it was obvious that they were just randomly generated models. Gusts of cold wind penetrated the gaps in the blue bricks and blew across the empty shrine.

Whatever god was supposed to be worshipped, he had already abandoned the port of manifestation here. What remained here was only the vast emptiness and the boring and repetitive floor tile modeling.

In real-world proportions, the interior of the wild temple is large enough to accommodate thousands of pilgrims.

The Compassionate Knife stroked his face from top to bottom with his five fingers: when he put his hands down, there was a pair of black-framed glasses between his eyebrows.

In the digital space, no matter how deep the hidden paradise is, it is still connected to the outside world. Except for those private caves that are physically isolated, but the one in front of us is definitely not one of them.