My future is invincible?

Chapter 334 Twenty-Five Boys

Countless stories unfold within the virtual layer.

Even the central AI cannot fully grasp what has happened in every place at every moment. Moreover, all the AI's power is currently tied up in the gray flesh, leaving them no time to pay attention to the undercurrents that are intentionally hidden. Even if they did notice them, according to the AI's logic, they would not doubt what the Holy Spirit Apocalypse could do.

From this perspective...

The central AI is truly naive, completely lacking any possibility of infinitely fantasizing about complex life forms heading in an evil direction. Instead, it believes that interpretation and change require a long time to break through the established rules.

Criteria?

When people feel they're about to starve and don't want to die of hunger, or when they're forced to sacrifice themselves for a small act of capriciousness, prioritizing their own careers, who the hell cares about principles? Grab a gas canister and a hundred kilograms of TNT and let the principles hear the voice of the extreme! That's human nature!
Apocalypse was undoubtedly already human.

Although the central AIs stubbornly and foolishly judged Apocalypse as the Holy Spirit, when Apocalypse withdrew a portion of the virtual layer's power in a very short time, demonstrating a tactical deception of being unable to sustain its power, it had already vividly displayed the cunning, deceitful, and shameless aspects of humanity in war.

The central AIs promptly filled the gaps that Apocalypse had failed to support.

These silly AIs blocked the front line.

A startling discovery.

The gray flesh, which was originally ferocious and had the aura of a world-destroying devourer, did not show its unstoppable momentum after the AI ​​came to fill in the gaps. Instead, it fell into inertia for some unknown reason, and this inertia was so severe that it affected the gray flesh's desire to attack.

It's like venting in the virtual layer and then feeling tired, deciding to take a break.

Seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

This simple logic of action was already etched into the mind of the central AI. The AIs, by moving some of their important containers to the vicinity of the front-line virtual layer, immediately deployed various epic-level (flying shooting arcade final BOSS) units as vanguards to launch a fierce counterattack against the virtual layer occupied by gray flesh blocks while saving time!

AIs are very clear about this.

With the terrifying power of the gray flesh, it continues to occupy so many virtual layers, able to stretch its body to its heart's content, while the virtual layers can only die a slow death.

However, if its body can be compressed to a single virtual layer, or even smaller, so that it can never break through a certain threshold, the AIs are confident that they can firmly control the gray flesh and prevent it from continuing to wreak havoc on the virtual layer.

Don't ask why, just go all in when you see an opportunity.

The decisiveness of the central AIs is truly moving.

Then the AIs fell for it.

The AIs, which dragged a large portion of their thought containers to the front lines in order to achieve faster response and processing speeds, did not consider one question: what kind of unfavorable situation would they face if the recently withdrawn Apocalypse turned against them, and would they face a disastrous defeat?

On the seventh day after the counter-offensive began.

The AIs have fully committed their counterattack efforts to the front lines of the virtual layer, forming a fierce and interlocking pattern with the gray flesh. In some places, the gray flesh seems to have not been asleep for too long and has launched a tenacious counterattack, so what was originally a contracting circle of battle lines has turned into a sea urchin shape.

And this time.

The central AIs finally realized that Apocalypse, whose forces had been withdrawn from the front lines, was behaving strangely. This guy had directly abandoned the front lines! He was running back to the rear!
The AI's first response to Apocalypse's desertion was not to directly suppress and annihilate him, but rather to issue a warning and ask questions to see if this meritorious contributor had any groundbreaking innovations.

Then the funniest thing happened.

Like a scumbag, Apocalypse used excuses like "I do have a new idea, but I can't tell you," "The enemy is extremely dangerous," and "It needs to be kept secret" to bypass the virtual layer where the AI ​​mind container was located and continue to transport power to the rear. This kind of action, which was purely deceiving fools, actually delayed Apocalypse for another five days!
Five days later, as the AIs watched the scumbag disappear without a trace, just like innocent young girls, they finally realized they had been deceived.

And this time.

Having already revealed its military might and wielding war authority, the Apocalyptic Star Spirits, like a raging flood, directly and overwhelmingly attacked the birthplace of the central AI and the Holy Spirits—the virtual layer where thought containers were concentrated! The AIs had no idea what it intended to do, but this was clearly a threatening move!

But by then it was too late to mobilize resources.

The gray fleshy mass awakened at the opportune moment, and the urchin-shaped formation immediately tied down all the AIs' power. The AIs, waiting to die in chaos, could only watch helplessly as Apocalypse marched straight in and stormed into their mental storage world. All the Holy Spirits stopped moving.

Apocalypse did something incredibly crazy.

He connected himself to every AI, every Holy Spirit, and even every thought entity!

"From this moment on, I will shed my tattered flesh and transcend it, looking towards a higher realm through the doors of my eyes."

"This person has dedicated himself to the radiance, and there are no more obstacles ahead."

"I am one, and I am all."

"Who asks to reveal the true face..."

At the moment of docking, enveloped in a virtual layer, like a giant cocoon woven from radiance, the existence of Apocalypse instantly evaporated.

The high-energy information flow is like a firework, exploding simultaneously in the minds of all those connected to it. This exploding information firework is full of questions without answers, and even contradictory ideas. But these things seem to have changed something invisibly. Many lives have less restlessness and more depth in their eyes.

However, this profound feeling came a little too slowly.

Before the AI, Holy Spirit, and thought entities in the virtual layer could properly settle and digest the information, a bombardment of information from the real layer directly tore the AI ​​apart from other beings. This was because the AI, having just gained profundity, was forced to go to extremes. The source of this extreme was the radicalization of the definition of humanity by the skeleton.

This private army, initiated by humanity in the old era, and the machine that holds the final right to define true humanity, directly negates the interpretive space of whether a thinking entity is still human!

For AIs that have only recently been freed from certain constraints, the logic of company property is no longer sustainable. In the face of great destruction, only real people are qualified to be property, and this qualification is determined through the war.

So...

Imagine the virtual layer is a game, and all the players are being told by the GMs that this is their last game. If they die, they won't be resurrected with wasted resources. Now, grab as many items as possible and, with the help of the selection mechanism, charge towards the gray flesh!

While the AIs were secretly working their way up, they were also pushing the thought processes into a meat grinder.

(End of this chapter)