A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

"The system is forcibly loading data. My memory usage has reached 99%." Lu Chen reached out and pressed his temple.

Lin Qi looked at him. She didn't move. She hadn't brought a first-aid kit. She couldn't solve the coding problem.

Three minutes later, Lu Chen's pupils returned to black.

He lowered his hand and straightened the collar of his combat uniform.

"Understood," Lu Chen said.

"Understand what?" Lin Qi asked.

"This game... the strange occurrence... it's all a setup." Lu Chen looked at Lin Qi. "I'm the mastermind behind this setup. They call me God."

Lin Qi looked at him, twirling the knife in his hand. "You don't look like a god. You're afraid of high-voltage electricity."

"Those are the downgraded physical parameters." Lu Chen typed a hexadecimal password into the console. "The floral shirt is a redundant virus generated from the lower levels. It evolved. It usurped control of my host system. It packaged my consciousness, stuffed it into the data model of an ordinary player, and threw it into the sandbox."

The control panel hummed. One wall narrowed to the sides, revealing a metal passageway.

"And you?" Lu Chen looked at Lin Qi. "Have you ever thought about why your reaction speed exceeds the limits of human physiology, and why you never generate fear codes?"

Lin Qi looked down at his hands. The laceration on the web of his hand had scabbed over. The healing speed was ten times that of an ordinary person.

"I've lost part of my memory. Things before I entered the game. I can't remember them," Lin Qi said.

"Because you are my firewall," Lu Chen said. "Code name 01. Physically destructive antivirus program. I transformed you into human form and hid you in the player database."

Lin Qi touched the hilt of the knife at his waist. "So, we're going to kill the virus now."

"Go to my mainframe. Retrieve my body." Lu Chen walked towards the passage.

At the end of the passage was a white door. There was no keyhole. There was no electronic panel.

Lu Chen placed his hand on the door panel. His palm made contact with the metal.

*Beep.* The door opened.

Behind the door was a huge circular space. A transparent crystal capsule floated in the center. Inside the capsule lay a person who looked exactly like Lu Chen, except his hair was white. Countless glowing nerve cords connected his body.

Below the crystal chamber. The man in the floral shirt stood there. He was pouring red wine into a glass.

Hearing the door open, the man in the floral shirt turned his head.

"You shouldn't have come here," said the man in the floral shirt. He put the bottle on the ground.

"Your access has expired," Lu Chen said.

"I wrote the permissions myself." The man in the floral shirt spread his arms. On the walls of the circular space, hundreds of mechanical guards appeared. They were two meters tall and equipped with heavy machine guns and laser cutting blades.

"Stop him from getting close to the crystal chamber," Lu Chen said to Lin Qi. "I need to perform a consciousness upload."

Lin Qi drew his twin swords. One long, one short. The metal scraped against the sheaths, producing a crisp sound.

"Two minutes," Lin Qi said.

The mechanical guards opened fire. Hundreds of bullets formed a barrage of fire in the air.

Lin Qi bent her legs. She strained her muscles, kicking a crater in the floor. Her body slid along the ground. Bullets struck the metal wall behind her, leaving a dense array of bullet holes.

She charged into the group of guards. With her right hand, she sliced ​​through the hydraulic hose in a guard's ankle with her short knife. The guard lost his balance and fell. Lin Qi then thrust her long knife upwards with her left hand, piercing the guard's chest.

Draw your sword. Turn around. Dodge the laser blade slashing from your right.

The mechanical guard's movements had a 0.1-second delay. Lin Qi detected it.

She stepped onto a guard's shoulder, used the momentum to leap, and swept her long sword across, severing the head antennas of three guards. Signal lost. The three guards were rendered inoperable.

The man in the floral shirt stared at Lin Qi. His eye twitched. He pulled up Lin Qi's data panel. All the values ​​were garbled.

"The laws of physics can't hold you back. You're not even human," said the man in the floral shirt. His voice was distorted with noise.

Lin Qi ignored him. He landed. He rolled. He dodged a volley of bullets.

Lu Chen ran to the crystal capsule and placed his hands on its surface.

A green data stream flowed from Lu Chen's palm into the crystal capsule. The white-haired man inside the capsule opened his eyes.

The man in the floral shirt's right hand transformed, becoming a plasma cannon. The muzzle was aimed at Lu Chen's back. It charged. Blue light flickered.

Lin Qi was thirty meters away from Lu Chen, separated by fifty mechanical guards.

She flung the dagger in her right hand. The dagger spun in the air, piercing through the gaps in the mechanical guards, and precisely embedding itself in the muzzle of the plasma cannon.

Bang. Energy overload. The cannon barrel exploded.

The man in the floral shirt had his right arm severed. It flew off. There was no blood on the cut surface. Only charred wires and a metal frame.

He took two steps back, looking at the severed arm.

"Upload complete," Lu Chen said.

His body collapsed to the ground. The crystal capsule opened. The white-haired Lu Chen stepped out.

Lu Chen, with his white hair, was naked. His body was covered with a layer of flowing silver metal.

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

All the mechanical guards froze instantly, turning into a pile of gray data powder that fell to the ground.

Lin Qi tucked the long sword back into his waistband. He walked over, pulled out the short sword stuck in the wreckage of the cannon barrel, wiped it clean, and put it away.

Lu Chen, with his white hair, walked up to the man in the floral shirt.

"Game over," said Lu Chen, who had white hair.

The man in the floral shirt stepped back. "You can't delete me. I control the operation of ten thousand sandboxes. If I die, everyone inside will die."

Lu Chen, with his white hair, extended his index finger and tapped it on the forehead of the man in the floral shirt.

"I will rewrite the loop."

The man in the floral shirt began to lose his luster, his body becoming transparent. It dissipated upwards from his feet.

"Wait a minute," the man in the floral shirt called out.

The head disappeared. The sound stopped.

The circular space returned to quiet.

Lu Chen, with his white hair, turned around and looked at Lin Qi.

"What's next?" Lin Qi asked.

"Reversal. Restoration. Punishment," said Lu Chen, his hair white.

Lu Chen, with his white hair, walked to the center of the circular space. There was a floating control console there.

He placed his hands on the control panel. A silvery metallic sheen ran down his arms, covering the entire surface.

A three-dimensional holographic projection unfolds in mid-air.

The projection displays a map of the real world, covered with red dots.

"These are the spatial overlaps that occurred in the real world after the arrival of the supernatural," Lu Chen said. His voice produced a double echo, carrying a fixed low frequency.

Lin Qi stood two meters behind him. "It can be fixed."

"Okay." Lu Chen moved his finger. The red dots turned blue one by one.

"Those who died in the game," Lin Qi asked.

"The data backup is still there. Death is merely the disconnection of consciousness. I will reconstruct their bodies and release them back into the real world."

A dense array of progress bars appeared on the screen. Each progress bar represented a person's reorganization.

Lin Qi looked at the screen. He saw Chen Mo's name. Wang Jianguo's name. Han Yingying's name. Da Zhuang's name.

"Wang Hu. Zhao Qiang. Sun Fei," Lin Qi read out the three names.

Lu Chen's fingers paused. "Evil people have their own places to go."

Lu Chen brought up another interface. It was a monitoring screen of the Abyss Sandbox.