In the photoelectric rider’s memory, the wild temple in front of the ring was indeed the place for the membership examination of the “Yanshi Club”.

Wasn’t this a trap he had set? Wasn’t this a counterattack before death… just a false message that the photoelectric rider had received “before death” and was eager to hand it over in order to survive?

“Something is still wrong…”

Mercy Blade quickly discovered where this sense of disharmony came from.

Even if he thoroughly searched the memory bank of the Photoelectric Rider, the only memory he had about the “Yanshi Club” was this – only the coordinates of the Wild Temple, and the note “The assessment will begin upon entering the Wild Temple.”

Isn’t this… too clean? Mercy Blade couldn’t find any other associations or thoughts related to the “Yanshi Club”: even the conversation before entering the wild temple, where the photoelectric rider flattered and wanted to offer advice, disappeared without a trace.

A separate and unconnected memory.

Mercy Blade could only come to one conclusion: this memory was implanted. The technique was very clever, maintaining the key nodes of the memory while preventing it from interfering with the other cognitions of the Photoelectric Rider… Whoever did it must be an old hand at manipulating souls, no, he could even be said to be a master.

“Who did it? And why?”

There was not even any attempt to conceal the implantation… it was like placing a smoking iceberg in the desert.

“‘Once you know the motive, it’s easy to infer a person’s actions.’ But Old Man Fang didn’t say whether you can think the other way around?”

Mercy Blade believed that this was intentional – someone who could use such a method would not be so careless.

He raised his head and looked at the display screens that were all over the sky and were counting down the rest time. Mercy Blade didn’t have much time to think, as he was about to face the next match.

The four large characters in the center were still flashing, reminding him of the significance of this arena:

“Is it really just to attract people to the martial arts competition to find a husband…?”

Chapter 368: Love Story in the Cyber ​​Age Part (V)

“No more fighting, I want to go out.”

Mercy Knife turned his face up to the sky and spread his palms. He did not open his mouth, but the endless waves of sound spread out from the young hacker to the surroundings, hitting the invisible firewall of the cave like a rising tide.

In this roar, he brought with him all the “heterodox” he had collected so far: the unpacked “Soul-Destroying Gu”, the key used to violently decrypt the cave heaven; the talisman arrays looted from the depths of the Internet and those abandoned wild temples, which contained the spirits of many unknown users and were supposed to break all kinds of evil methods; and even the secret Abrahamic virus “Trinity” written by the Holy Spirit, the Virgin Mary, and the Son of God…

but–

The arena was completely silent, without any response; only the countdown at the top was still ticking monotonously and mechanically, heading towards zero.

It had no effect: the empty whiteness remained the same, with no clear end or beginning.

Snapped!

Mercy Blade suddenly clasped his palms together, making a loud bang: he was filled with rage.

Rules for survival in the digital space: 1. If you have a feeling that something bad is going to happen, it will definitely happen.

This is not some kind of metaphysical statement.

If one’s Taoist skills have reached the level of the Compassionate Sword, there will be “resonance between heaven and man” – which is more in line with the Buddhist tradition and is called “common karma” – the karma and demonic debts of billions of human beings are mixed together and scattered in the “swamp”; just like the rotten mud and sand at the bottom of the lake, which will be wrapped up by countless people if the water is slightly stirred.

This countless amount of waste information, after being automatically calculated and filtered by the Compassionate Sword Divine Power, will give him an instinct to avoid disaster and seek good fortune: it is like an itch or pain like a thorn in the back, but in fact it is a sensory signal converted from the automatic warning of the divine power.

In this short journey of “Martial Arts Contest to Win a Bride”, it didn’t work at all… This should have meant that the “Martial Arts Contest to Win a Bride” was just an episode that passed without any danger, but somehow, Mercy Blade always felt that it was not that simple.

Under normal circumstances, Mercy Blade might not take it seriously and think that he was just being suspicious; but considering the current situation——

Second, if your information is inconsistent with the facts, it must be a trap.

Someone had planted false information in the soul of the photoelectric rider, apparently in an attempt to attract him to this wild temple to “compete for a bride”:

There was no doubt that this was a trap – but judging from the result, the one who came was the Compassionate Blade, who had greater magic power and more Taoism than him.

The judgment of the Compassionate Knife? The person who set the trap (if it was a human) was able to confuse the heavens and obscure the perception.

He wanted to find the thrill of challenge and fighting – but he unknowingly stepped into a trap set by others, which only made him feel threatened and annoyed.

“Big Lake”.

This is one of the nicknames for the digital space: just like “Fuguo”, “Utopia”, “Binary Abyss”, “Three Thousand Small Worlds” and “Promised Land”, people in different regions have different names for the network that is lingering in their lives.

There is no up or down, left or right in the digital space, and the distance between all nodes and ports can be considered as “zero”; the only obstacles are prohibitions, passwords and secret words, blocking those curious runners from crossing the mountains and seas of the physical world.

It’s like “Da Ze” – a huge lake, where all kinds of things are mixed together, indistinguishable from each other and me.

If the Compassion Blade wants, it can circle the world with a thought.

In fact, when he left the mountain hall where the Buddha gave lectures, he tried to sharpen himself and hone the various insights and secret methods he had mastered by “traveling around”: he had passed through the Central Control Galaxy at the axis of the Tao Kingdom. It is said that some of the glory of the old world is retained there, but Compassionate Knife only saw a rotten and dilapidated pile of shit, which was blown up into distributed stars; the scorched earth of America was playing out the scene of a living hell, the vast land was crowded with endless sinners, limping in the fire pit of reality – looking for a “new Christ” who could bear the terrible debt of the world; the door of the digital kingdom of heaven was tightly closed, and no one knocked on it, only Compassionate Knife passed through the rotten ceremonial group of the angel of power; the giant beasts tamed by the Java Group were full of hot air mixed with illusion and reality, they lay on the corpses of the enterprises, trying in vain to tear off the skin of these old gods; the demons wailed for the personalities they had swallowed, and the cries of these lords of Luzon Island on the Internet were so powerless that Compassionate Knife wanted to laugh.

Although he eventually ended his journey and returned to Kuala Lumpur, this is also the choice of most hackers – staying closer to their physical presence.

But Compassionate Blade knew very well in his heart that he was one of the rarest among billions of people in the world – he had true freedom, and his six consciousnesses and Dharmakaya had all been liberated.

and so……

Mercy Blade lowered his head, too lazy to look at the dome of the cave: the countdown in the sky was about to return to zero, and he had little time left to think.

He couldn’t stand being trapped in such a small and evil place.

Mercy Blade pushed the tortoise-shell glasses on his face with the heel of his palm and said in a cold tone:

“You think I’m making trouble with you? Then I’ll open a new gate for your precious land.”

He raised his hands and placed them in front of his chest: his thumbs were turned inward, and he bent his middle fingers together and put his ring fingers and index fingers on both sides upright.

This is the hand seal of “Great Void Treasury” –

Click! Click! Click! …

Amidst the continuous crisp sounds, the sternum and ribs of the Mercy Knife pierced through the virtual skin, from top to bottom, and opened to the left and right; it was like a huge open mouth, which made people feel a chill.

There were no real organs in the opened chest and abdominal cavities, only countless scripture characters swirling and dancing in them; it was like a pool of boiling gold and red molten steel, with billowing steam rising out.

But there is no difference in temperature in the digital space, at least not in this cave: the horrifying vision was brought about by the unparalleled computing power in the chest of Mercy Blade.

Snap, snap!

The countdown stopped. The rapidly jumping countdown interface collapsed piece by piece, like dust being blown away and becoming invisible; the surrounding misty white fog gradually grew spider-web-like cracks, running through the sky and the earth. The broilers distributed by the Mercy Blade in the New Malay public server and the believers he had stolen were working together to break all the forbidden methods here for the Mercy Blade –

“Hold.”

The hands that were forming a seal with the Compassion Blade suddenly trembled: because “she” appeared.

At first, accompanied by vibrations, ten giant pillars emerged from the cave. They were arranged from top to bottom, interlaced with each other, and it was difficult to see the material they were made of; the surface of each giant pillar was covered with wonderful patterns and oil paint. Then –

The cave was torn open by the giant pillars, revealing the void outside: there, there were two round, blazing “suns”. They were emitting orange-yellow light, but the center was pitch black; it was like…

Mercy Knife suddenly understood: those were a pair of eyes – the eyes of an animal. And those huge columns were the ten fingers of the same owner.

A long, furry snout poked in from the gap. In the slightly open mouth were sharp canine teeth that were taller than an adult’s, and sticky saliva flowed down like a waterfall, endlessly.

There was a thunderous rumbling gasp from the top of the beast’s mouth, as if expressing some kind of sniffing. Then, the unknown giant opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar:

“It smells so good.”

Chapter 369: Cyber ​​Age Love Story Part (End)

Its eyes were golden wheels of fire like the sun, with flying flames surrounding its eyes and burning the inner wall of the forbidden cave. Its breath and exhaled mist formed dark clouds that surrounded the fox demon.

The fox demon stared at the Mercy Blade, his eyes fixed on Ben 10 and his furry long kiss. His saliva fell like a waterfall and then dissipated in mid-air. The electronic body with both human and beast appearance was huge, and the upper half of its body was sticking out of the torn node entrance, almost filling the entire cave. The broad shoulders were slanted upward like a steep slope – the shoulders were tilted upward, while the position of the trapezius muscles was sunken downward. Under the clouds and mists surrounding the body, mottled and cracked skin was occasionally exposed – the yellow and green miasma came out of the rotten wound with wailing and screaming, and then disappeared.

The Mercy Blade was also looking at it. Although the electronic body of the fox demon sent out such strange and ugly visual signals, if you look at it through the eyes of a hacker, you will find that she is “beautiful”: this beauty comes from the fox demon’s self-consistent and perfect overall structure, and the codes that make up part of the body are elegant and gorgeous; the body is huge, but the core part is actually very light, and it consumes and spits out internal and external information flows at an indescribable huge level.

The hostile appearance comes from the waste information it excretes; the information metabolism helps reduce the impact of information entropy on the data body and maintain its continuity to the greatest extent possible. At the same time, this also constitutes a deterrent appearance and a thick layer of armor.

Mercy Blade also discovered a faint lack——

It is “beautiful” but not “perfect”.

But something is missing: and this lack is like a painting without the finishing touch, which becomes a pity.

The Mercy Knife inhales and exhales again—

This was not the time to think about these minor details. This might be the most difficult battle he had ever faced since he entered the industry: fighting a monster of this size on the other side of the battlefield; he was not sure of winning.

The fox demon opened its long, uneven snout covered with curly hair; its jagged, rock-like fangs were exposed to Mercy Knife. As the fishy wind hit its throat, Mercy Knife’s vigilance was raised to the highest point:

What will be the first wave of attack?

“It blocks the nodes of the cave to prevent me from jumping and escaping? Or is it opening its mouth to use waste information to directly attack my defense wall and affect my processing speed? No, I can’t hide – the saliva may contain Trojans and poison, and the coverage area is too wide…”

All kinds of analysis and thoughts flashed through Mercy Knife’s mind, and tiny fragments of bright golden scriptures burst through his pores, squeezing his electronic body to make it even more swollen.

The fox demon’s mouth opened wider and wider, and a deep and muffled murmur came out.

“It’s coming! It’s the truth—”

Compassion Blade made a judgment immediately, and formed a seal with both hands –

The fox demon finally uttered a short question with great effort:

“Get…get married?”

……

“what?”

Mercy Blade couldn’t help but be stunned; the sudden loss of concentration caused the offensive defense wall he had just temporarily written to shatter into a mess.

Then——

He stopped. This stagnation did not come from Mercy Blade’s will, but came from the deepest part of his electronic body and soul: Then, even greater fear surged into Mercy Blade’s heart. The connection – his ever-present interaction, unexpectedly stopped at this moment; the connection between the digital space and him had been disconnected.

“No…what is this?!”

Although his data body was imprisoned, Mercy Blade’s mind was still clear. In an instant, he understood the reason why he was attacked.

Backdoor! There is a backdoor deep in my soul! How is this possible? The Compassion Blade has already been recast in gold, and it should have filled in all the gaps and loopholes in the manas:

In a more in-depth self-examination, Mercy Blade discovered that… this backdoor was implanted much earlier than he thought, and it was even connected and entangled with the virtual soul –

No, it is more than that. It comes from the “wisdom” in the deepest part of Compassion Blade, which is also what makes him different from ordinary people.

“you……”

Mercy Blade suddenly had a hint of doubt – this backdoor came from the early days of chaos… before he really got involved in the skills related to links and numbers, someone had planted traces at the bottom of the boy’s mind.

How did this fox demon know this?

He didn’t have a chance to finish expressing his doubts:

The next moment – the Mercy Blade, which had lost its power due to the disconnection, was grasped in the fox demon’s giant claws.

He lost consciousness.

……

After a long drought comes the rain, in a foreign land one meets an old friend. On the wedding night, one’s name is on the list of successful candidates.

Mercy Knife was about to complete one of the most “happy events” in his life – although he felt that this was probably not a good thing.

The fox demon’s giant hand swept across the candle in the bridal chamber:

The candle went out.

Mercy Knife and his newly-married wife were immersed in thick ink – no visual signals, no simulated light and pseudo-electromagnetism, no tiny stimulations around the optic nerve: even a blind person could not feel such pure darkness as he did at this moment.

But this is nothing compared to the feeling of having the Mercy Blade’s magic power sealed away.

His connection with everything and countless beings was severed: being stripped of the network made Compassionate Knife feel so…isolated.

A heavy, huge breath was exhaled beside Mercy Blade. The fox demon was so huge that it was pouring out and swallowing waste information every moment: although it had lost the virtual organ that could perceive specific information, it still made Mercy Blade feel a little alive –

In order to break the confusion and anxiety about the unknown, he began to think:

Why does this fox demon want to seek a husband? Or, why does she want to seek a relationship like a “partner”?

The fox demon’s body filled the secluded cave, and even the silence seemed to have substance; it pulled Mercy Blade like a tug, pulling him to his side. Thinking of her huge body, Mercy Blade suddenly had a trembling guess:

Is it for…eating?

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from Mercy Knife:

“Your wisdom and inspiration—there is a source…”

There is no more horror and violence than before:

Mercy Blade felt only exhaustion, desolation, and…pain from it. But what it had shown before was not a disguised mask, but rather a catalyzed ferocity.