My future is invincible?

Chapter 293 To Reality

Apocalypse actually offered to send them to the real world.

Although it was a bit unexpected, it was also reasonable.

This is sent to the real world.

It's not as simple as Lin Cheng sending people to the real world and then forcibly sending them back when the time comes. Instead, we need to establish permanent residency in the real world to prevent them from being imprisoned by the central AI. If conditions permit, we should definitely obtain free access to both the virtual and real worlds.

Of course, as an unregistered resident in the megastructure world.

Lan Yi didn't know about the other thought entities, but if it were himself, he estimated that obtaining access to the virtual layer was already the limit for the central AI. Other virtual permissions, such as arbitrary location and super-speed movement, would be completely unattainable unless the AI ​​determined that he was a real human.

For Apocalypse.

Sending Lan Yi and the others out of the virtual layer was not difficult.

With his authority and capabilities, he could easily deceive the central AI or set up several logical traps for it, so that even if those idiotic AIs didn't necessarily recognize their identities, they could at least be identified as special staff members, preventing the AI ​​from forcibly imprisoning them.

To put it bluntly, you were unregistered before, and you are still unregistered now, but temporary workers have proven that AI, which cannot violate the rules, may be eager to improve its emotional programming, but it can't do much about the baseline programming.

Tianqi quickly explained his thoughts to Lan Yi.

He also explained it to others.

For Jian Ziyue, K, and others, who had just joined forces with Tianqi and played against them on a virtual chessboard for over a year, this ingenious idea evoked very complex emotions.

They had their own regret at not being able to defeat Apocalypse, even if it was because they couldn't give it their all. But a loss is a loss, and there's no such thing as being unable to accept defeat. Another emotion they felt was an uncontrollable sense of pity for Apocalypse after the game ended.

No need to say more.

Any thinking entity could see that after wasting so many years in the virtual layer, Apocalypse, which finally had new hope, had no intention of leaving. It wanted to stay in the virtual layer. No one knows why it did this, but that's what it wanted to do.

What's happening outside of multiple virtual layers is no secret.

Lan Yi made no attempt to hide it from Tianqi when she sent the message.

Even so, there was no intention in Apocalypse's will to leave or escape.

Time was of the essence. After quickly completing the arrangements for subsequent communications in the virtual layer, the threads of fate, invisible to the naked eye but editable, began to tremble as Apocalypse's nimble hands danced like a conductor. The authority of the Holy Spirit, clear and orderly in its non-violent form, slowly unfolded before the group of people.

Everyone can clearly perceive it.

Within the virtual layer, a door is gradually appearing in my mind, a door that only I can see, a door that will lead directly to reality.

"I never imagined that in this tomb-like world, when we had no hope at all, we could still see such a glimmer of light. It's just a pity that there's nowhere for it to burn."

Recalling Tianqi's identity 40,000 years ago, Lin Cheng was suddenly filled with emotion.

Do not forget the original intention.

As a former low-level employee of Lumon Company, Apocalypse has been dismembered countless times, but there is one thing he has never forgotten: he wants to change the unfair and inhumane things in the company. In his view, the virtual layer is unfair and inhumane, and it needs an external fire to burn away the decaying virtual layer.

Now the fire has arrived.

But the problem is that he will also be burned to death.

Psionicists may strategically despise their enemies, but if an enemy is great in some way, then they are worthy of respect, even if such respect may seem foolish from a utilitarian perspective.

A clearly didn't have that kind of perspective. "Everything here is virtual, a meaningless world that can be restarted with a single click. You are a powerful Holy Spirit, why stay here to be buried with them?"

Clearly, if Apocalypse were to die here and be backed up and restarted, it would no longer be itself. Its long-term memory and tinkering with the virtual layer would definitely be reviewed and dismembered by the central AI.

Viewed from this perspective, this is true death.

“Whether it’s meaningful or not doesn’t depend on whether it’s false or real. To me, this place is real, and I’m almost there. I can’t afford to fail now.” Apocalypse’s answer was resounding, carrying a dignified and upright spirit that the thinking entity could hardly resist.

Martyrdom.

The thought entities that were breaking away from the virtual layer came up with this word.

dream.

This is what the psionic cultivators who are emerging from the virtual layer are pondering.

If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening.

Within minutes, under the steady transmission and modification of Apocalypse, the figures of Lan Yi and his group faded and scattered in the virtual realm like a waterfall of data, and then disappeared into the void.

Lan Yi was completely detached from the virtual layer.

He gave Apocalypse a deep look. This old man from the old era clearly had some information he wasn't revealing, especially regarding [Pink] and [Silver]. But it didn't matter. He had earned the respect of Old Demon Blue. Old Demon Blue would never do anything despicable to wisdom that deserved respect.

'Finally, we can properly explore the real world.'

After spending one year and seven months in the virtual layer, in the megastructure world, the psionic cultivator Lan Yi finally embarked on the path to the real layer.

However, the reality is...

From the past, and even in the past 40K era, it has always been inferior to the virtual layer.

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Perception gradually returns to itself.

They're back, they're all back. It's that familiar feeling, that familiar taste.

In the virtual layer, the Taoist techniques derived from the topological deduction of vast matter and energy disappeared, the power of refining the void verified by the call of matter also dissipated, and the progress of the body's material reorganization also fell back to its original state. If this happened to someone else, it would be a huge drop in status, and they might even be unable to recover.

However, for Lan Yi, although his progress had regressed, the path had been partially validated. What was valuable was not the power itself, but the confirmation of the feasibility of his next step in Taoist arts and martial arts.

It had been dormant for over a year.

There's nothing seriously wrong with his body, just that some minor issues with the psionic circuits might need replacing some worn-out wires. Unfortunately, he's been lying here for so long, and not a single intelligent being in the real world has discovered Old Demon Blue and triggered his dream-killing mechanism.

They were buried alive in a huge metal jungle.

Lan Yi still remembers.

When he briefly regained consciousness last time, he surveyed his surroundings. What he was about to face was a massive and complex structure, at least the diameter of the Earth, in which there were no living beings.

(End of this chapter)