Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The object of this replica is not the present world, nor the era in which the crow and its host lived.

So, is it the golden age before the blackout? No… except that it was dull without the neon lights; the people in the streets, houses, and wilderness were devoid of the things most common today:

There were no implants, no modifications, no wars declared by humans against natural things. And the crowds were much denser than they are now, and the streets of the city were crowded with people, like a swarm of bees. There were so many native humans - "Crow" had never seen such a large number of them.

"Crow" is still confused: Is this a hacker playing the role of creator again and recreating the earth in a corner of digital space?

But this is too... boring. Time is money, and time is so precious - why would anyone spend it on something that has no benefit and no emotional value?

Until it crossed this "other earth" in the blink of an eye, it saw many lost languages: completely different words appeared on advertising signs, shopping mall signs, and the screens of old information receiving and broadcasting machines - English, French, German, Spanish...

In today's world, only Chinese and the Sino-Tibetan language family to which it belongs are common languages ​​- while other Indo-European languages, Altaic languages, Uralic languages... only exist as dialects or slang in certain corners.

And: Date.

The dates and times here seem to be chaotic and fragmented; different media and mediums show different numbers, but there is also a rough range - around the first half of the 2000st century, approximately between 2050 and , mixed with various characteristics and elements, even a little chaotic.

“Strange, strange, strange…”

What on earth is going on here? The "crow" flying between heaven and earth was completely confused, which made Manager Keman's spirits rise.

So the thoughts in his mind turned again - Manager Keman, who was watching all this with the eyes of a "crow", finally realized what he was seeing:

It is an ancient era hundreds of years ago - the era to which those white coffins carrying the living dead belong.

And what is preserved in the deep ocean floor of the Luzon network is a reproduction of all of this...

But why is this happening? Is this a project run by some god at the bottom of the information ocean out of boredom in his spare time?

Manager Koman is more perceptive than Crow. This is due to human nature - they retain a little more malice and instinct than electronic creatures, allowing humans to speculate from a more sinister perspective.

He turned his "head" - an analogy, as the crow being controlled by Manager Keman at this time did not have a real head - and looked towards where he came from.

There, billions of thin threads are wrapped into a huge twisting spiral, connecting the other side with the present world.

Even though Manila has turned into an endless battlefield, the dojo used for excavation is still in operation - as well as other places in Luzon, all of which are turning the computing power and thoughts of the human brain into thin lines and spreading them deep into the network here.

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"What did we miss? Did we..."

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"what!"

Manager Keman woke up from his upward state—his vocal cords made a hoarse cry like tearing, and his shirt was completely soaked with sweat. But he didn't care about the discomfort of his body, because he suddenly had a strange idea:

"No, not digging—"

Manager Koman rolled and crawled, stretching the nerve tubes connected to his spine, and climbed to the three secretaries. These assistants of the Java Group had completely lost consciousness, soaked in excrement and body fluids, leaving only weak breathing.

"Go away...go away..."

Manager Keman pushed these bodies away at random and pulled out the unused sensory stimulation packs from their pockets: before being completely devoured by the "tiger", the three secretaries tried to use drugs to save their independent existence - but all failed.

In addition to the commonly used "modulated smelling salts", "rootless water", and "perception amplification noise signal", the sensory stimulation package also includes "small magic pills" and "fear drops". Any drug addict in Southeast Asia has a reserve that is not as complete as the secretaries of the Java Group. Manager Koman gathered these medicines in his arms and roughly estimated that there were still about two people.

"...Tsk!"

It doesn't matter: Having come this far, Manager Koman has no intention of keeping a distance between himself and the beast. The "crow" was originally born because of him, and now he is just returning to its side.

No excessive thought, no too much fear: Manager Keman flipped the safety of the needle-free syringe, and then... injected it all into his body.

He put down his hand and waited for the drug to take effect - boom, boom, boom! The beating of his heart was like the beating of a drum; the three secretaries who had become vegetative seemed to gradually grow bigger in the eyes of Manager Keman until they occupied his entire field of vision...

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Chapter 266: Seven Days of Disrespect (Part )

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"what!"

I don't know when the drug took effect, nor do I remember how I re-entered the uplink...

But when Manager Keman woke up again, he was already in a sea of ​​information - before, he woke up from the dream and eating in the digital space and returned to the real world, but now it was the opposite.

He returned to the digital space - in a completely different posture: now, he was "Crow". This was the first time that Manager Koman completely occupied the electronic body of "Crow".

Not a completely electronic creature, nor a completely human being. A hybrid of the two - that's how Manager Keman feels about himself at this moment.

After spending some time to adapt to this completely counter-intuitive, anti-biological electronic body, Manager Keman stretched out many auxiliary limbs and climbed up the giant pillar composed of trillions of crystal threads.

Everything else was just a sideshow: Manager Koman just wanted to know, he really wanted to know. He himself was puzzled as to where this unknowing curiosity and thirst for knowledge came from, but he was powerless to resist.

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Manager Keman's auxiliary limbs gradually merged into the silk thread. In order to pursue speed and efficiency, the excavation site did not set up any complex restrictions, because it might affect the function of the human brain. After lightly prying open the hidden encryption...

“So it really is…”

If the body of the "crow" had facial muscles, Manager Koman might have smiled a mixture of horror and surprise.

This is not mining, but an exchange of information and data.

Citizens of Luzon: Over the years, they have been digging for old secrets in the ocean of data...

Instead, it transmits information and data to the ocean floor.

"Why? What is this for?"

He simply couldn't figure it out: Was it just to use computing power to build an amusement park that hadn't even been opened? Who was behind this plan?

Manager Keman felt a gray mist entangled in his weak brain - there must be some unknown secrets in it. And secrets represent danger.

He and Crow may have touched upon areas that they shouldn't have touched upon at all.

Almost in an instant, Manager Keman made a new decision: evacuate, prepare to evacuate——

Although Manager Koman used enough sensory stimulation materials for two people, as long as he successfully escapes from the digital space, he may only suffer semi-permanent brain trauma.

And having paid such a price, the secrets obtained... Manager Keman even found it difficult to understand whether he had really gained anything or had just come here in a daze.

“Is it really worth it… hehe, hehe. I have no idea what I’m seeing… hehe…”

Manager Koman didn't know, and he didn't intend to think about it; the plague of the giant beast itself had already penetrated his soul. Manager Koman, whose consciousness had gradually become confused with that of the "crow", was unable to continue thinking, and he had to force himself to separate from this ocean of information -

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"Wait, Koman."

Suddenly, a voice/word/image surged in his electronic soul, and in an instant it filled the mind of Manager Keman;

"Why are you leaving now? You still have work to do."

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Manager Koman's descent was blocked - he was like hitting an invisible iron wall, and was thrown back into the body of "Crow". But this time, the nagging caused by "Crow's endless mental illness" was a little lighter, and he could think again.

"What...what's going on?!"

The flow of information continued, emerging from Manager Koman's body and surrounding him:

"Koman, Koman. It's me—"

There was no difference in tone in the voice, but Manager Keman still felt inexplicably relieved. The simple words and conversations brought more than ten years of familiarity.

"what!"

This time, Manager Koman remembered: in this information flow mixed with text, audio, images and videos, there was a familiar taste. The person who had chosen him was his immediate boss in the Java Group and the one who had sent Manager Koman to Luzon.

The Master of the Animal Stable of the Java Group——

"Beast Master?" Manager Keman thought; "How could it be the Beast Master? Why are you here? Are you communicating with me remotely?"

But the whispers in his mind continued, and the murmurs still lingered in Manager Keman's ears:

"I knew that once you arrived in Manila, you would focus on eating. Are you full now? It's time to work..."

Ding! The faint sound of the sound floated through Manager Ke Man's mind.

"Have you forgotten--forgot what you did before you set out?"

"...!"

He no longer needed the beast master's words to wake him up. A memory that had been compressed, blocked, and encrypted in the deepest part of Manager Keman's soul suddenly woke up and was unsealed.

The owner of the Java Group's stable in front of him is not a real person... the real owner is still in the Gama Building in Jakarta.

The one who is talking to Manager Keman at this moment is a "fake".

Before leaving Java and coming to Luzon, the beast master dismantled and reconstructed one of the three souls and seven spirits of Manager Koman, and mimicked it into the beast master's own mind, adding some memories; then it resided in the soul and brain of Manager Koman.

When he is needed to perform a confidential and critical mission, the Beast Master can personally guide Manager Keman in the direction of progress.

And that moment is now.

As the dusty memories awakened, a lofty sense of mission and honor suddenly arose, even overshadowing the combined appetite of Manager Keman and "Crow":

"Yes, yes, yes..."

In addition to completing the mission entrusted to him by the beast master, Manager Keman had no other thoughts - not just for the favor of the beast master and the friendship of promoting him to a high position, nor just to repay him and the Java Group...

But for--for--for...

"for what?"

He didn't know it, but the idea of ​​submission was already permeating through Manager Koman's body; just as it had been in the past, perhaps even more intensely.

In the real world, Manager Koman had saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth all the way to his chest. The question that just popped up was a doubt and trouble that he could never solve: because whether it was Crow or Manager Koman, they were just minds that had been electronically processed and modulated twice -

Therefore, it is not that difficult to manipulate his thoughts... Especially when a part of your soul is made into a plug-in that can mimic other characters.

"Why do you still have time to think about random things?"

Click.

With a faint crisp sound, all distracting thoughts were cut off - Manager Keman stopped thinking and waited for orders with peace of mind.

The reason why he accepted this assignment and came across the sea was for this mission: not for the crows' feeding, nor because of the joint forces and the Nine-Child Ghost Mother.

The Beast Master had already made arrangements for Manager Koman... He had come here to explore the depths of the Luzon network.

"See that model? It's a replica of the world, a re-creation of the Earth..."

In a trance, the beast master seemed to transform into a phantom that was even larger and more colossal than the "crow": it emerged from deep inside Manager Keman's body and whispered in his ear:

"Wait, I want you to...blow it up."

There was no time to be surprised - the beast master continued to speak.

"'What to fry?' You must be asking that question..."

"Blow it up... with what?"

The crows were screaming. Sometimes, the beasts were more sensitive than humans—because they were born from the most fragile and vulnerable part of the human heart: and now, the crows felt fear... because of the subtext of the beast master's words.

The beast master turned to the other side of Manager Keman, and his thoughts gently touched the "crow" that had merged with him:

"You've eaten a lot already—your beast is fat, strong, and well-fed."

After a brief encouragement and praise, the beast master suddenly probed into the electronic shell of Manager Keman:

"Next, I need you to treat yourself as a... bomb."

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Chapter 267: Seven Days of Disrespect (End)

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"Ho ho ho, ho ho ho..."