Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Lu Ze stood in the boundless void, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a slowly flowing stream of data composed of 0s and 1s.

Like silent tides, they rise and fall in space, weaving together a boundless digital curtain.

However, these data streams do not share the same origin.

A closer look reveals that within this white ocean, there are some discordant streams of red and black data.

One is as pure and bright as the first snow, the other is as dark and somber as congealed blood.

The latter is like a shadow in the abyss; with each movement, it contaminates a large amount of data around it.

"See those red and black numbers?"

Silver Wolf's voice came from behind Lu Ze.

"That's the Iron Tomb virus. That's the virus data we're going to clean up next."

"us?"

Lu Ze turned around and saw Silver Wolf standing behind him, one hand on his hip, the faint light of the data stream reflected in his gray eyes, and a relaxed smile on his lips.

"That's right, but—" she deliberately dragged out the last syllable, then smiled mysteriously, "Wolf Sister, I can convert all this data into reality."

"That way, you can also harm them."

Silver Wolf stretched out his hands toward the vast torrent of data, his ten fingers flying across the virtual keyboard.

As she moved, the surrounding data stream began to surge violently.

At this moment, Lu Ze witnessed a scene he would never forget in his life.

The white data streams seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and began to gather and reshape themselves frantically.

They transformed from flowing digital data into tangible bricks and stones, from which high walls were built, and from these high walls, a magnificent city was formed.

A pure white city wall rose from the ground, stretching endlessly into the data void, trapping all the Iron Tomb viruses within it.

Those figures in red and black, of course, were unwilling to sit idly by and wait for their doom.

They wriggle and expand, condensing from invisible pollution into tangible forms.

They are twisted and contorted, covered with sharp teeth and spikes, and come in all shapes and sizes. Some resemble giant reptiles, some resemble deformed flying dragons, and some are simply indescribable.

They roared silently, charging in droves toward the white wall, ramming it frantically with their claws, fangs, and bodies.

Silver Wolf lowered his hands, turned to look at Lu Ze, and looked at him with a hint of smugness in his eyes.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

The next second, countless white data streams rose from the city wall and wrapped around Lu Ze's body like living things.

A magnificent set of silver-white armor appeared out of thin air on Lu Ze's body.

The breastplate was engraved with intricate runes, the shoulder armor was sharply defined, and the cloak fluttered in the wind.

A holy sword appeared in his right hand, its blade shimmering with a warm white light, and a pale blue gem inlaid in the hilt.

Lu Ze looked down at himself, which was completely covered from head to toe, with even half of his neck covered by a neck guard and a heavy, pure white cloak hanging down his back.

The entire set of equipment does look impressive and imposing, exuding the aura of a hero from an epic tale.

Then he turned to look at the silver wolf.

At this moment, the equipment on Silver Wolf's body has also taken shape.

That was a significantly modified Thunder Wolf Dragon armor set.

This light armor retains the scale structure of the breastplate, shoulder armor, and legs, but omits many key parts.

This left her fair arms completely exposed, her firm waist and abdomen completely uncovered, and her long, slender legs were outlined with perfect muscle lines.

He gained a more wild and unrestrained air about him.

Lu Ze's gaze lingered on her for two seconds, then he looked down at his own completely airtight armor and fell silent.

"Are you sure our gear is from the same series?" he couldn't help but ask.

Silver Wolf nodded confidently:

"Yes, it's all generated from data, what problems could there be?"

Lu Ze opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

He thought to himself: What exactly is this set of equipment protecting?

Those who expose their hands, waist, and thighs, it seems they've put all their defensive capabilities into seduction, right?

Don't worry about the details.

Silver Wolf seemed to read his mind. He came to his side, patted him on the shoulder, then turned around, his gaze fixed on the horde of monsters charging against the city wall below, and called out.

"Come clear the monsters with me."

After she finished speaking, she jumped.

The silver wolf leaped high from the city wall, tracing a graceful arc in the air before crashing into the monster horde.

The moment she landed, a giant sword disproportionate to her size appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The sword is broad, and its blade gleams with a faint, cold light.

She gripped the sword with both hands, spun around once, and the greatsword swept out with a whistling sound, slicing the surrounding monsters in half at the waist.

The monsters that were hit did not bleed or howl; their bodies simply disintegrated into countless red and black data fragments, which then vanished into thin air as if they had never existed.

Silver Wolf moved through the monster horde as if it were nothing, wielding the greatsword in her hands as if it had no weight, each strike creating a shower of data-dissipating light.

Her movements were wild yet precise; she was like a silver whirlwind, and monsters fell in droves wherever she went.

Unlike the world of Resident Evil, this is clearly her comfort zone; in the world of data, she is the absolute ruler.

Lu Ze stood on the city wall, watching the silver figure below galloping through the monster horde, and shook his head helplessly.

They said they'd take me to do something fun, which sounded nice, but in reality, they just wanted me to do hard labor and clear out redundant data for them.

And yet it was said in such a refined and elegant way.

Lu Ze gripped the holy sword in his hand, took a step forward, and then leaped in faith.

As he descended, his body stretched out in the air, the tip of the holy sword pointing downwards, and he crashed into the center of the monster horde like a shooting star.

The shockwave from his landing spread outwards from him, knocking over a dozen monsters around him. Some were even blasted away and turned into data fragments in mid-air.

Lu Ze stood up, twirling the Holy Sword in his hand, the white light on the blade drawing a bright arc in the data space.

He glanced at the silver wolf rampaging through the monster horde in the distance, then looked down at the "best sword in the whole village" in his hand and took a deep breath.

He then rushed out as well.

The holy sword was wielded, and white sword light swept through the monster horde time and time again, each time accompanied by the disappearance of a large number of monsters.

Lu Ze's movements were not as unrestrained as Silver Wolf's, but they were more steady and precise. Every sword strike landed on the most vital spot, without any unnecessary frills.

The two, one on the left and one on the right, were like two meat grinders, stirring up a silent storm in this ocean of red and black monsters.