Chapter 919: Slapping You Across the Internet Cable
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 919: Slapping You Across the Internet Cable
"No! No... we are very satisfied!"
At this moment, the captain had already cursed that brute from head to toe in his mind, and he was determined to kick the fellow out of his squad the moment they got back!
Usually, when there were no problems, the man did have some advantages, but now, this ticking time bomb had nearly blown the entire team to smithereens.
He couldn't be kept.
This wasn't a matter of being heartless; it was a matter of a captain having to look out for the rest of his members!
"As long as you're satisfied."
I narrowed my eyes slightly. Even amidst the blazing flames, my gaze turned cold.
The opponents weren't truly human. It seemed that even in their own world, they were using special account characters.
No wonder my Heart Sense couldn't perceive much.
However, there was something else quite peculiar... emotions. I could feel the emotions of the characters.
These entities called "characters" possessed soul essence, but they weren't living beings; rather, they served as vessels for the emotional expressions of their controllers.
The killing intent hidden beneath their fawning was incredibly thick.
Perhaps they hadn't even realized it themselves, believing they were hiding it well.
Their expressions hadn't twitched, but the fluctuations in their emotions betrayed them completely.
It was a fact that they couldn't defeat this clone of mine. For them to maintain such a mindset, there were only a few possibilities: either they had a trump card, or they had reinforcements.
Regardless of what they were hiding, it led me to one conclusion: killing them immediately was far better than listening to their nonsense.
The only reason I had paused to talk was that my Great Knowledge Seed needed time to interface with this world's Ley Line.
Once I interfaced with the Ley Line, would I really need to chat with them to gather intelligence?
What a joke.
"Yes, well, let us introduce ourselves first. We are—"
"There's no need!" I cut him off harshly.
Because... the Ley Line Identification Art had finished its connection with the world's Ley Line and was currently performing a preliminary analysis of the data.
As for the people in front of me?
They had been worthless from the very beginning.
Oh, wait—they did have some value. Because worlds differed, even though this world wasn't suppressed by the Great Weakening Spell, there was a reason it hadn't developed supernatural systems like spells or magic.
The supernatural energy in the natural environment here was sparse, which heavily diluted the effects of spells.
But even if there was an impact, it wasn't significant. The player who just died had already finished testing the potency of my spells for me.
"Wh—what?"
The player who had been abruptly interrupted hadn't expected me to be so arrogant, completely forgetting that they were the ones who had come knocking on my door.
There was no more useless chatter. The only thing that greeted them was a blade-light shimmering with fire.
The eroding flames ruthlessly harvested the characters' lives. Only the captain managed to dodge this ferocious wave of attacks, though at the cost of losing nearly half of his left calf.
He hadn't expected the opponent to attack them so decisively!
They were already communicating! Why... which sentence had provoked her?
He couldn't understand...
"Why are you attacking us! We clearly didn't provoke you!"
"How could there be no grudge?" A trace of confusion flickered in my eyes, as if I couldn't find a specific point to vent this inexplicable hatred.
"Even if you kill me, you're just killing this character! You've just descended into our world—do you really want to make an enemy of the entire world?"
"Oh... so that's why I find it so disgusting..." Reminded by his "sincere" warning, I seemed to feel a hint of that old empathy again.
They were like unkillable cockroaches—impossible to eradicate... impossible to kill, coming in an endless stream.
"Disgusting?"
The captain had never received such an evaluation, but he knew he had to resist!
Against a monster that far surpassed them, the combat platform was no longer effective. His only option was the ultimate "mutual destruction" method!
This was a final act of resistance made at the cost of completely erasing the account and the created character.
In that instant, it even transcended the permissions granted to the character by the Terminal of Myriad Worlds. Such an account could never be recovered; no matter the cost, it could never be reshaped.
"Dammit... I'll blow you to hell! F*ck you!"
At this moment, he no longer maintained his image. He spat out a curse and charged at me like a madman.
But in the end, the one controlling the character was still just an ordinary person. Even the most professional vanguard-level reaction speed couldn't compare to a transcendent practitioner who had undergone mental cultivation.
I was starting to get curious about how this game world had developed to its current state. Had they never invaded a world or civilization stronger than themselves?
Perhaps they really hadn't. But this time they had run into one, and a big one at that.
The first to discover them were actually the Abyssal demons, then the witches, and finally, they ran straight into the full ensemble of the Main World.
It had to be said that even if this world's civilization was destroyed, it would at least go out famously.
To be coveted, interfered with, plotted against, and guided by so many transcendent races was indeed an honor.
"The speed at which you want to take me down with you can't even beat the speed at which I pull your plug. What do you have to compete with me?"
Facing such a character charging at me with a death wish, I chose to strike proactively. A single space jump immediately caused him to lose his lock on me.
As for the "plug," that was naturally the Luck.
Compared to these players, I cared more about their Luck.
I was curious...
When these players were in other worlds, they harvested that world's Luck. So, what about in their own world?
Would this Luck belong to the world itself?
After finishing the Ley Line Identification Art, I used the Tree of Great Knowledge to attempt tests related to the "Qi Observation Art" using this Luck.
As everyone knows, when entering an "open-world game," the most important things are to reveal the map, have an identification spell to gain information, and then start the main quest.
And that was exactly what I was doing.
The Ley Line Identification Art was a method that combined map revelation and data acquisition.
And the main quest... was naturally the Qi Observation Art.
Through the Qi Observation Art, I could roughly determine if this world's "script" had begun, if there were children of destiny, how the Luck was distributed...
These could help me deduce which person or faction in this world was being favored or suppressed by the World Will.
These were all standard plays.
But who was I?
I was a player with cheats!
Looking at this thread of Luck and the player who was gradually collapsing and falling, a thought occurred to me... no, I had actually planned this "cheat" method long ago.
The Qi Observation Art had already confirmed that this thread of Luck was the Luck of this world.
And that unlocked the prerequisite for another ability.
Namely... the Luck Summoning Spell.
The data that the Rebel Witch Sheryl had obtained from Teacher Ji Niang and passed to me didn't mean I was ignorant of its contents.
A while ago, I had crossed paths with that Luck Alchemist Witch because of the Misfortune Coin, and I had exchanged for a portion of basic knowledge regarding Luck Alchemy from her.
I had also sent a copy of that knowledge to Teacher Ji Niang.
Reverse Summoning itself was related to Luck; Qiu Ruxin could prove that.
Therefore, the derivation Sheryl gave me included applications and branches related to Luck.
If a game world could use [Transcendent Knowledge] to manipulate Luck threads, then with the addition of Luck Alchemy and an entire experimental group of transcendent witches, Teacher Ji Niang couldn't possibly be weaker than them.
Thus, we had this heaven-defying operation: using a Luck thread as a medium to open a Reverse Summoning!
Of course, it wasn't without limitations.
For example... it could only use Luck as a medium. A position dominated by masterless Luck would be a meaningless random location, and its application was likely limited to within the same world.
As for using Luck threads across worlds... how was that any different from running an internet cable between two worlds?
But no matter how great the limitations, against players... it was a hard counter.
This was truly the level of slapping someone across the internet cable!
Sure enough... in the transcendent world, no matter how absurd the operation, it could be done. If it couldn't be done, it was only because the right method hadn't been found yet.
"Goodbye. You'll need a lifetime to pay for that moment of running your mouth."
I pinched the Luck thread, and then... Reverse Summoning, activate!
the moment it opened, I shoved all the flames I had condensed into it.
After shoving them through, I hurriedly closed the Reverse Summoning channel.
The entire process took less than half a second. There was a sense of pleasure in slapping the opponent across the internet and quickly pulling my hand back!
But... was it really just a slap?
In a villa district nearly ten thousand kilometers away, a violent explosion erupted without warning!
Flames instantly swallowed the entire villa, destroying the building along with the front and back yards. The lawn, shrubs, and trees were carbonized by the high temperature in an instant, and even the water stains on the edge of the pool were instantly evaporated.
The explosion and the spread of the fire didn't just affect this villa; the surrounding villas were also caught in the blast...
Everything happened so suddenly.
Such an accident and the scene here were separated by nearly ten thousand miles; no one knew the connection between the two.
Even those high-and-mighty game architects couldn't possibly make the connection immediately.
If they did make the connection, then this was undoubtedly a successful deterrent, making them afraid to bother or provoke me.
If they didn't realize it... then it meant they didn't even have the qualifications to understand the deterrent, in which case there was even less need to take such opponents seriously.
With all this done.
The world fell silent.
Only I stood high in the sky.
I had to admit, I had just given the people below a performance of what "combat power suppression" looked like.
However, I had mostly learned to ignore the gazes of the crowd.
What I cared more about now was... who exactly had summoned me? Although Sheryl said everything was up to my whim.
But if I wanted to "integrate" into this world now, I needed a local faction or organization as a medium.
The one willing to summon me here fit my requirements perfectly.
Moreover, this way I wouldn't have to worry about so-called money, resources, and so on. No matter how powerful I was, I still needed a place to rest, right?
Then I would think about how to subvert this world. After all, I wasn't a brute; a mere clone wasn't enough to trigger destruction on a world-wide scale.
As for the methods of a Dreamscape Calamity... those couldn't be used.
Once used, at least two hidden secrets would be exposed: first, that the Witch Academy possessed the technique to guide a Dreamscape Calamity; and second... that the one possessing this technique was actually a Little Witch!
This would put the witches in a severely disadvantaged position.
Although I didn't much like being constrained, as Sheryl said, one must have a line in their heart to know what they can and cannot do.
People without a bottom line might seem powerful, but in the end, they are merely walking a path of self-destruction.
Speaking of which, it suddenly hit me.
Could Sheryl's words have been hinting at those players in the game world?
Once people put on the skin of a game character, they completely lose their humanity and their bottom line.
Simply because it's a game.
Such a world will ultimately be destroyed by their ignorance and arrogance.
While I was pondering these questions, I saw more people coming toward me from below.
Unlike those players, the people coming now were real people—people who would die if they were killed.
Even from a distance, I could feel the surging and intense emotions from their hearts: undisguised excitement, and well-hidden... fear and a readiness to die.
Beneath their feet was a very strangely shaped single-person flying device, seemingly capable of carrying only one person.
Furthermore... its speed was very slow. Compared to the previous players' flight propulsion systems, this speed was like a wheelchair.
So, I headed straight toward them. Whether they were ordinary people just watching the commotion or the masterminds behind this grand scene, communicating first was the most important thing.
"Re... Respected Calamity Witch! I... I am the temporary vice-chairman of the local branch of the Real Protection Association..."
Facing the figure that suddenly appeared before him, the young man who had stepped forward spoke hurriedly, fearing that if he were a step too slow, he would be dealt with as efficiently as those players.
Just from the level of tension in his voice, one could feel how much pressure he was under.
"The Real Protection Association? Interesting..." Hearing this familiar name again, I was surprised.
It seemed this "rebel" organization was quite large if they could plot a disturbance that affected an entire city.
Even for me, such a scene was rare.
"Was it you who summoned me?"
"Ye... Yes!" Although he was shocked that I replied in their language, as someone who could take on the role of temporary vice-chairman, he did have some psychological fortitude—just not much.
"Our Chairman personally ordered and led this summoning ritual to bring you here, hoping to cooperate with a powerful witch like yourself to overthrow this corrupt old world!"
"Chairman? Who is your Chairman? Where is he?" I continued to inquire.
"The Chairman is Lord Monroe. He led the planning of this layout before the summoning. No one knows where he is; otherwise, the Infinite Group would never let him go."
"Monroe... hmm, I have some impression of the name." It seemed I had learned of it when I had contact with this association in a small world, but since I thought there would be no intersection, I hadn't paid it much mind.
To think it was actually him this time?
"So, what's next? How do you plan to wrap this up? Or... do you have a backup plan in case I don't agree?" I asked further.