Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The first thing you see is a dark blue background, with shimmering white numbers rushing towards An Ran like a raging torrent.

"Digitalizing the mind!"

An Ran quickly realized what was happening.

She has the blueprints for [Mental Digitization], although she hasn't used them in battle yet, she still practices them regularly.

Just as she thought.

She felt as if she were sitting in Doraemon's time machine, wandering through the "time tunnel" for a long time, before finally being sucked into a black hole that suddenly opened.

An Ran was greeted by a massive mechanical army.

"Are you already prepared so quickly?"

Anran spoke to Boschlia, who was in the middle of the mechanical troops.

Boschlia smiled and said, "This is a virtual mechanical legion prepared in advance by Lord Vesta."

The virtual world is his domain.

Here, Boschlia finally unloaded the heavy burden on his heart.

Without the oppressive aura of that immense presence, he could unleash his full power.

As for Anran...

Although she is a mechanic, her expertise in virtual technology is nothing special!

No matter how strong a younger brother is, he's still just a younger brother.

"Although this is somewhat unfair, I have no other choice but to resort to this tactic in order to win!"

Boschlia shouted.

He didn't intend to waste any more time with An Ran.

The best course of action is to resolve this issue as soon as possible.

The order to attack was given, and in an instant, the massive mechanical legion launched an attack on An Ran.

The virtual space created by virtual manufacturing is not very large.

Under the onslaught of steel torrents and energy beams, there was nowhere to hide.

This is also one of the sources of Boschlia's confidence.

The problem is, An Ran had no intention of hiding.

"Who told you you could definitely defeat me in the virtual world?!"

"Ok?"

Boschlia paused for a moment.

In those brief two seconds, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of An Ran.

"Digital life?"

Yes.

Boschlia recalled that Vesta had once helped Enron enhance digital lifeforms.

However, even though those digital beings had been enhanced, it was impossible for them to stop this mechanical army.

"Bombard directly..."

Boschlia's voice stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, large swathes of psionic shields appeared in front of those digital beings, while the energy beams fired by the mechanical forces under his control only caused ripples on the shields.

"how is this possible?"

Boschlia was dumbfounded.

"Nothing is impossible!"

After all, my intelligence attribute is 1000 points higher than yours, so how can the virtual creations I produce be compared to yours!

Thousands upon thousands of digital lives advanced forward, protected by massive shields.

Boschlia was helpless in the face of this unreasonable push.

He was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He thought Anran didn't understand virtual technology, only to find out in the end that it was he who didn't understand virtual technology.

While Vesta's virtual creation is impressive, a large part of its success stems from the fact that Vesta is the controller.

Under the siege of digital life, Boschlia's mechanical forces fell like wheat.

The psionic shield looks like a shield, but when actually used, it becomes an indestructible war machine.

The continuous explosions unleashed dazzling flames, and the howling wind made it almost impossible for Boschlia to open her eyes.

Seeing that the digital life form was about to rush towards him, he quickly retreated.

"The only option left is a lose-lose situation."

After retreating a sufficient distance, Boschlia immediately detonated the virtual space he was in.

The data flow is disordered; unless Anran becomes as powerful as Vista, she has no chance of turning the tide.

That's exactly what happened.

Everything before her eyes began to tear apart, and An Ran quickly sent away the digital life she had summoned.

I can't stay in this awful place anymore.

Before the collapse occurred, Anran immediately escaped from the virtual world.

……

On the edge of the battlefield.

After the initial burst, the blinding light gradually weakened, and the onlookers were finally able to see what was happening inside.

But once they looked, they realized something was wrong.

"what happened?"

Not only did the two mechanics remain still, but their entire mechanized force also fell silent.

Are you trying to play a game where whoever touches you is a dog?

There was much discussion among the crowd, but eventually someone knowledgeable stepped forward to explain.

"It's a virtual battle!"

"Virtual battles?"

"That's right." The commentator nodded confidently. "It's similar to a battle between psychic abilities. I have to say, Boschlia made a brilliant move! As we all know, Anran is the master of psychic energy. If it were a head-on clash between mechanical troops, Boschlia might have a very small chance of losing, but it's a different story in a virtual battle. You have to remember that Boschlia's leader, Vesta, is a virtual sovereign!"

"I see."

"That analysis is truly insightful."

"Being cultured makes all the difference."

"It seems the Cult of Machines is in trouble."

"The opponent of the Cult of Machines is future technology, and it is already quite remarkable that they have achieved this much."

"Yeah, if we give An Ran a few more decades, maybe Boschlia won't be her match anymore... Ah, there's movement!"

A loud shout attracted the attention of many onlookers.

They all turned their heads, looking nervously at the two people in the center of the battlefield.

How is the situation?

Even Nathaniel felt somewhat uneasy at this moment.

Moved.

That means An Ran and her team have determined a winner in the virtual world.

The speed was very fast, indicating an overwhelming victory.

In this way...

Nathaniel's heart sank.

This is going to be tough.

Just then, the captain of the guard suddenly reminded Nathaniel: "Arbitrator, Anran seems to be alright."

"Ok?"

Nathaniel was startled and quickly zoomed in on the screen.

As the head of the guard said, An Ran, who suddenly opened her eyes, looked full of energy.

She gripped the Instructor's spear tightly and pointed it toward where Boschlia stood.

A blinding purple light shot out from the sharp spearhead.

The battle horn was sounded.

The well-prepared mechanized forces launched an immediate attack on Boschlia.

Nathaniel quickly switched the perspective back to Boschlia.

To his surprise, Boschlia seemed somewhat dazed.

"Did An Ran win that duel just now?"

How did she do that!

Nathaniel was a little confused.

The others were even more confused.

This is the effect Enron needs.

This battle is unwinnable; a loss would mean the loss of many potential benefits for the Cult of Machines.

If we're going to win, let's win beautifully.