Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 589 - 587 Code

The other few invited guests had no expression on their faces, making it impossible to tell what they were thinking.

They might have guessed what Li Ang was thinking but kept a tacit silence.

Smith didn’t seem to care about this interlude, coughed once, and said, "Let’s all introduce ourselves, shall we? I’ve read the information the mule gave me, but it’s still better for us to get to know each other and have a way to address one another."

"I’ll start," the tall woman dressed as a Forest Ranger spoke up. "Just call me Lady Cat. I am a Spirit Medium, adept at Prediction and Divination, able to foresee things that will happen in the near future."

Li Ang glanced at her; the camera in Lady Cat’s hand seemed somewhat familiar. It resembled the Divination Polaroid that the Forest Cat held at the Williams Mansion.

The Mystery Delver’s Title Skill activated, and a line of transparent text appeared above Lady Cat’s head:

The desserts No No made recently are so disgusting... how can I subtly tell her? 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The Mystery Delver had not exposed the person’s private information this time, but Li Ang was not in a hurry. This Title Skill was a bit inaccurate, but it had the advantage of a short cooldown time, refreshing a living being’s inner secret every 10 minutes. With plenty of time remaining until the end of the script task, he was bound to uncover one or two useful pieces of information.

"Just call me Witch," the blonde girl dressed as a Wizard said indifferently. "I excel in various forms of witchcraft and deduction."

Oh, a player who specializes in deduction, Li Ang thought.

He activated the Mystery Delver, and a line of text emerged above her head:

Tsk, as expected, the Witch profession is annoying; it uses up too many resources! The Professor is also telling me to fend for myself and work part-time! Damn old geezer!

Professor? Li Ang silently noted the title. It sounded like this young Witch might be affiliated with some organization.

"Next up, it’s me," the man in a leather jacket pushed up his sunglasses and said hoarsely. "I am skilled in Scouting and intelligence gathering. You can call me Terminator."

So he’s actually the Terminator, Li Ang mused.

He laughed. "Buddy, you’re cosplaying the Governor alright. The outfit is spot-on, but you lack the muscular build to pull it off."

"...Knowing that I’m cosplaying is enough," the man in leather looked at Li Ang, clad in all black, and commented with some aggravation, "However, your outfit... aren’t you cosplaying a famous anime character as well?"

Li Ang nodded, slapped his chest, and said in a deep voice, "I travel without changing my given name, and I sit without changing my surname. I am none other than the legendary Shadow Man, Xiao Hei. I am agile and quick-witted, with my age, gender, and blood type all unknown, specialized in conspiracies and assassinations, having committed countless crimes up to this point. My accomplice is a high school detective who refuses to reveal his name. It is his cooperation that makes the innocent people at the scene become scapegoats, allowing me to escape the law over and over again."

"Hey, hey, isn’t that Xiao Hei from Detective Conan?" the man in the leather jacket massaged his forehead and said. "To some extent, your description subtly fits the plot of the manga and anime..."

The man in leather, otherwise known as Black Trojan, was also an old acquaintance of Li Ang’s. The last time they met was when they dealt with the Cognitive Bias Curse caused by the radical members of the Whale Song Organization in Yin City.

He had escaped the Special Affairs Bureau’s search that time, laying low and growing in strength. He had risen significantly within the Whale Song Organization, and his equipment was completely updated.

The Magic Mirror he was wearing now was an improved model of the Code Observer, paired with the Mechanical eyeball in his left eye socket. He could, just like in The Matrix, browse the outside world in the form of code.

Flowers, grass, insects, fish, players, and monsters, in his left eye, were no longer in their original form but a bunch of code. Different entities had different code languages, different forms, and different programming methods. The more powerful the superhuman entity, the more magnificent and enormous their code.

Out of all the players Black Trojan had seen, some players’ code was like a pile of ancestral excrement. It looked like a Towering Cliff soaring into the clouds but was actually chaotic and disordered, collapsing at a touch. Other players’ code was simple and clear, short and powerful, yet with boundless potential, truly perfect.

When Li Ang used the Mystery Delver skill, the secret he perceived in Black Trojan’s heart was: Who would have thought that I, Black Trojan, would one day have to work for others out of financial necessity... Had I known, I wouldn’t have owed that mule any favors,

Black Trojan’s gaze was also scanning over the several players present. This programmer from the Whale Song Organization, outwardly calm and collected, was silently evaluating the strength of his "comrades."

Mule’s code strength is the same as an ordinary person’s; it must be because of the role-playing script that he’s been Sealed. Lady Cat’s code size is similar to mine, but slightly weaker. It’s also less concise than mine and rather chaotic. Could she be a lone wolf player from some minor background? Hmm... this petite Witch, her code strength is surprisingly high, about equivalent to a Lv17-19 main combat player. And it’s quite succinct and perfect, with no visible bugs or loopholes. She must be a member of some major organization, the ringer Mule invited...

As Black Trojan thought this, his gaze fixated on Li Ang.

"NGH—"

Black Trojan groaned. The Mechanical eye in his left eye socket began to throb uncontrollably, and even the Code Observer, disguised as a Magic Mirror, let out a CRACK as a slight fissure appeared on it.

What on earth... is that...

Black Trojan instinctively covered his mouth, silencing a scream in his throat, his whole body soaked with cold sweat.

If the Witch’s code was a magnificent church made of gold, silver, diamonds, and jewels, then, behind Li Ang, Black Trojan saw a towering black tree piercing the sky.

That tree was definitely not like any plant on Earth. Countless giant black vines, entwined and piled up, formed its trunk, branches, and even its leaves. Every vine was breathing, writhing, and trembling, greedily absorbing sunlight and moisture, and nurturing some kind of indescribably evil power.

On the trunk of the tree, there were countless large and small circular scars and holes. The holes were as dark as ink. As Black Trojan stared, countless tree trunk holes abruptly sprouted blood-red eyeballs, blinking their eyelids, all staring at him.

The gaze of the fleshy eyes was clearly devoid of any emotion, yet it made Black Trojan shiver all over. He felt like prey being stalked by some gigantic creature—weak, helpless, and ready to be devoured by endless greed at any moment.

Can’t look, can’t look, can’t look, can’t look...

Black Trojan closed his eyes tightly, frantically shutting off the default Code Observer Special Effect. His floating body trembled slightly.

"Hey, are you okay?" Through the Special Effect of the Mystery Delver skill, having learned this was Black Trojan, Li Ang kindly reminded him. "Didn’t they say that the players invited in won’t be harmed? What’s this..."

"It’s nothing..." Black Trojan, struggling against his fear, looked up directly at Li Ang and forced a smile. "Eye spasm, an old problem."

His reason was screaming frantically, urging him to flee from here, to get as far away from Li Ang as possible.

What on earth is harbored inside this man’s body...