Ten thousand I am across the heavens

As Mo Chengzi activated the cheat, the interface before him seemed to disappear, as if nothing had happened. Instinctively, he began to question and summon the cheat.

As his thoughts raced, the interface he had just seen actually reappeared, even though he had no neural connections to it.

If he has undergone extensive physical modifications, he would likely believe that everything he's seeing is a hallucination, a result of overdosing on immunosuppressants—a precursor to cyberbullying.

After all, cyberpsychosis comes in many forms, and the hallucinations it produces are also different, so it's understandable that his situation would occur.

However, he hasn't undergone much modification; he's basically only replaced one eye, and he's still keeping one physical eye. This super-powered prosthetic body places virtually no burden on the human body, and if it were completely shut down, it would be impossible for any hallucinations to occur. This eliminates the possibility in principle, making the system that appeared in his mind even more mysterious.

"Such amazing technology, your cheats must be amazing too. You're called the Fire Seed System, right? Alright, Fire Seed System, let me see where your limits are!"

He mentally imitated the characters from the entertainment works he had watched before, and summoned the system to see what it could do. After a while, the system finally responded to his calls.

"Checking function module loading, checking surrounding environment, generating cheat ability, generation complete, congratulations on obtaining the subway seat grabbing cheat."

Mo Chengzi: "?"

He felt there must be a major problem between the system and him. What is a "subway seat-grabbing cheat"? Does something like this really need a cheat? What's the point of this cheat?

But looking at the subway, packed like sardines in a can, and seeing only a lucky few managing to get seats, he suddenly realized how amazing this "cheat code" really was. In this horrific situation, how was it even possible to snag a seat?

As this question arose in his mind, he noticed that markings appeared above the heads of the people sitting in their seats, indicating which stop they would get off at next.

Although the subway was packed like sardines, it wasn't completely immobile. To verify his guess, he squeezed through a train car and found the seat of the person getting off at the next stop. He stood calmly in front of him.

I thought to myself that this cheat code was useless. But it's unlikely that it was completely useless. If I installed leg prostheses in the future and could get a seat, it would at least reduce the wear and tear on the mechanical parts a little.

Shortly after, the subway arrived at the station, and the person who had just been sitting there hurriedly stood up and squeezed towards the door. Mo Chengzi, who had been standing for quite some time, saw this and squeezed through without hesitation, grabbing the only seat available.

However, he couldn't help but feel doubtful and called on the system in his mind again.

"Does it have any useful functions? What's the point of just grabbing a seat on the subway? I need money right now. You have to help me get money so I can survive in this treacherous society. Otherwise, your host will die."

He had seen relatively few similar works, so he wasn't very good at communicating with the system. Right now, he just wanted to know if his system could give him points. If it could directly add attribute points, that would be like soaring to the sky.

However, the result was not as ideal as expected. Attribute points and all that seemed like utter nonsense, and the system entered self-check mode once again.

"User needs to make money, searching for money-making related content. Detected dark food delivery and dark video industries. Reading user data. User attributes are too low, too much debt. It is recommended to switch to a wealth-generating model with lower difficulty."

The cheat system is generating; generation complete. Loading the money-picking cheat system.

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Mo Chengzi always felt that the system he had was a bit shady. There were so many payment-related cheats, so why did they give him a money-picking cheat? But thinking about it, it seemed to be the safest way to make money. Even in this cyberpunk world, no one stipulated that found money had to be returned to its owner. If he found money casually, and the amount wasn't large, he could just take it without anyone questioning it.

But the question is, how could he possibly find money? It's all about luck. However, as the system signaled completion of loading, he noticed a change in his field of vision, especially when looking out the subway window. This section of the subway wasn't traveling in a tunnel, but on an elevated track, allowing him to see towering buildings and a brightly lit city. Within this dense steel jungle, there were spherical spaces marking out special areas. These areas each had a price tag. Some were priced at 1 yuan, some at 10 yuan, and some even had prices in the tens of thousands. The size of the enclosed area varied depending on the price. However, a higher price didn't necessarily mean a larger area. The size of the area seemed random, making it impossible for him to discern any pattern.

These areas marked in green change over time; some change in size, while others disappear or appear out of thin air.

"What does this mean? The marked area is where you can find money, and the price tag is how much you can find there. We can't get off the subway now, so it's hard to verify, but we're almost at the station."

With that in mind, he decided to test the new add-on after getting off the train. This thing seemed much more useful than the subway seat-grabbing system.

The subway arrived at the station again shortly after, just like before. This was his next destination. From this vantage point, he could overlook the downtown area, and this elevated view allowed him to survey the entire area and pinpoint where he might find some money.

"You actually found money in those buildings in the mixed-race neighborhood? And it looks like you found a huge sum of money, over a thousand dollars? Are you kidding me? The people there are poorer than me, how could they lose so much money?"

Although he thought this way, that area was indeed the best place to pick up money; the green zone marked the smallest area, and the price tag was the highest. After exiting the subway station and crossing another quarantine fence, he finally arrived at the downtown area. Following the coordinates he had marked earlier, he quickly arrived at a marked area of ​​1145 yuan. The area wasn't large, covering a dilapidated container building in a small area, roughly the size of three floors. The system didn't provide any more detailed markings.

Once he entered this area, a wallet that looked like something people in the company would use automatically appeared in his field of vision.

"What does this mean? This thing projected into my field of vision is the lost item? That makes sense. Even if you lose money, it's usually lost with your wallet. If you don't know what your wallet looks like, it's indeed not easy to find." Having a target in mind, the rest of the process was much simpler. He searched high and low for a long time, finally finding his target in a pile of construction debris.

He found the system quite useful. After approaching the target and entering the marked area, the search area gradually became transparent, with less and less green. Areas he had searched were marked as already searched, while unsearched targets remained green. This ensured the system wouldn't miss anything, so even if the item was hidden in a very concealed corner, this process of elimination allowed him to find it quickly.

Suddenly having over 1000 yuan in his hand greatly boosted his confidence. He quickly climbed to the top of the high-rise building to see if there were any other convenient places to make his move. Finding money was far too risky. Although the amount lost in the lower city wouldn't be too large, and the cash that would be lost certainly wouldn't be much, this was still free money!

He figured that if he spent a few hours each day searching for a dozen or so lost funds, he wouldn't be short of money anymore.

But just as he was about to look up from a higher vantage point to find more places to collect money, he discovered that all the markers that had previously appeared in his field of vision had vanished.

"What's wrong with the system? Why aren't other places where I can pick up money being marked?"

"The money-finding system can only be used once a day. The purpose of this system is to maintain secrecy. The more discreetly you use the system, the safer it is for you. Finding money once a day is already a very low probability event according to the system's calculations. Please use the system's functions in moderation."

Mo Chengzi's expression changed slightly, and he realized that the significance of the system's existence might not be so simple.

"This system...could it be..." The thought had barely formed in his mind when he quickly shook his head, banishing it from his thoughts. Some things are better left unthought. If it really was as he suspected, then just thinking about it was extremely dangerous; a mere thought could lead to his death.

Meanwhile, outside the illusion, the Shanhe Republic had dispatched a large number of troops into the Western Desert. There was no one to defend it, because almost everyone was immersed in the dream. Even the few eighth-level experts fled in panic, not daring to stay on this strange continent any longer.

Thousands upon thousands were rescued from the ruins and intact buildings. These soulless, unconscious individuals were placed one by one into hibernation pods. After being gathered in large numbers, through the extremely vague connection between their own brains and consciousness, Lanno finally managed to pry open a crack in the server interface of the spiritual world.

However, the gap was far too small, limiting what could be done. All he managed to do was throw a small portion of his self-awareness into it, along with a large number of self-regulating programs resembling data attacks.

These self-discipline programs will appear in different worlds in a reasonable way, becoming an external aid that is universally present in the world experienced by every soul.

As for what effect these cheats will have, Lanno can only leave it to fate for now. He can only hope that their existence can save more people's souls.

Everything depends on the fact that the connections between servers are more seamless before we can find a way to provide more effective support to the people inside.

As for the part of Lanno that he tore off from his own consciousness, he threw himself into the virtual world with a complete sense of no return.

In a home-field environment absolutely controlled by the enemy, no matter how well he displays his personality, he cannot possibly defeat the master who created this system.

It's like a virtual character in a computer game. Facing someone with system administrator privileges, it has absolutely no power to resist. The other party only needs to click the delete button. No matter how luxurious the equipment or how powerful the attributes the virtual character has acquired in the game, it will instantly be reduced to zero and deleted.

Therefore, from a strategic perspective, he never considered relying on sheer numbers to unite the masses and overthrow the Ghost Demon Lord's rule, nor did he consider cultivating a powerful individual to reach the pinnacle in the virtual world and thus defeat the Ghost Demon Lord.

This is all impossible; those within the system are like game characters. Let alone the player controlling the game character, even a fly landing on the screen is insignificant compared to the vast army within the game.

To bring the people inside out alive, and to completely thwart the Ghost Demon Lord's plan, a completely different approach is needed.

The fragment of Lanno's self-awareness that was severed from him continuously proliferated and replicated. Retaining almost no original memories, he aimed to appear similar to the masses in various worlds. Hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of copies of himself were created, retaining only his most authentic personality. Even though it was just a small, torn-off portion of his personality, after such extreme dilution, it spread to a scale of hundreds of billions in its first expansion. While this seemed like a large number, in reality, they were scattered across countless worlds. On average, there might not be one of him in ten worlds. This is why, even when the Ghostly Demon Lord discovered the problem, he struggled to identify the problematic individual within the vast sea of ​​personality data.

The diluted Lenno appeared too ordinary, indistinguishable from the others. Perhaps only after a long period of development, comparing timelines one after another, will it become clear what distinguishes him from the others.

Mo Chengzi's current guess about the system was so close to the truth that he dared not even think about it further. If he had indeed fallen into some kind of illusion during a mission, thus entering this cycle of reincarnation, then this shameful cheat code in his mind, once exposed, could instantly cost him his life.

[To be continued]

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