Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 638 - 205: The Bengbu Lark_2

But should this be something that appears within the Black Wall?

It's like reaching the depths of the endless dark deep-sea nest, seeing an octopus-headed creature holding a glowing pen, colliding with Bubble Girl on a computer screen, and dropping SAN points.

In the surrounding crowd, Song Zhaomei keenly captured sight of a person. This individual looked quite young, probably in their twenties or thirties, with a face full of smug satisfaction. Many people gathered around, listening to him brag about his wise and heroic command on the battlefield.

Especially with a silver badge hanging from a blue ribbon around his neck, making him appear very, very, very conspicuous in the crowd.

And above each person's head here, there were strings of text. Were these their online aliases?

Just as Song Zhaomei was full of questions, a loud sound suddenly erupted from the screen above the central square platform.

"The match is about to begin. Please return to your seats promptly and watch the first online fighting competition hosted by Prelive Radio Station in an orderly manner!"

Bang bang bang—

Colorful, dazzling data fireworks exploded above the audience seats, seemingly announcing that some special ceremony was about to take place in this mysterious venue.

Song Zhaomei was perplexed. To her, everything was too strange.

But to avoid drawing attention, she conjured the ID "Nightingale" above her head, found a random seat, and sat down. Coincidentally, it was right next to the man with the silver badge.

The hooded man next to the man asked,

"Hey, Wildman, tell me the effect of that golden prosthetic you bought, is the stat boost high?"

Wildman didn't win the "Power Engine" but pooled money with a few brothers to buy it from that European newbie.

"One word, awesome."

Wildman couldn't even describe this first golden prosthetic that appeared in the game. It was like an overmodeled piece of equipment set by a slapstick designer.

"It feels more like an expansion platform than an attribute boost. It's like the kind of twelve-cylinder engine installed on a human body, capable of carrying any part. You can hear the heartbeat from a distance when it starts."

"And isn't it generally the case that after installing Sianweistan, you can't install Berserk? But this heart comes with the 'Overload Berserk' skill, accelerating the heart rate in a short time and providing excessive energy to all prosthetics and even normal muscles. I'm considering installing another lung..."

Listening to the two discuss the so-called new prosthetic, Song Zhaomei felt slightly relieved, because this meant the other party was a living human being, not a wandering AI or a residual hacker consciousness that had lost its physical body.

However, this also piqued her immense curiosity about this place that suddenly appeared within the Black Wall.

And this match...

If it's about boxing or fighting...

Is it necessary to hold it in Cyberspace?

As players took their seats one by one, this venue that could accommodate thousands was only half full.

It seemed everyone had arrived, and then a man descended onto the central square platform.

"Alright, everyone, this is Prel Radio, Game Storm Channel. I am your favorite host, Doni Vormirian!"

Brother Dao was secretly delighted. He had learned before from Jackal that after the previous test versions of Cyberspace, the latter part of this version would open up entry to the old network, allowing players to engage in Cyberspace activities. He had intended to extend the radio program to Cyberspace and had actively submitted a program proposal to Lin Miao.

Without a second thought, the other party approved it after seeing the program content, even subcontracting Prel Radio to handle a company task of editing war documentaries.

Battle reporters had shot plenty of footage from the front lines, and it would be a waste not to utilize it.

Looking at the audience of over a thousand, all his loyal fans, the crowd erupted in excitement the moment Brother Dao appeared on stage.

"Brother Dao, I want to see you bite a lighter!"

"Brother Dao, did you steal Tang Monk's cassock?"

"I protest! I demand this place be changed to Guanyin Zen Monastery!"

"Leader of the Shamate is here! Brother Dao, you're a **!"

Screens blocking out some discordant voices, Brother Dao remained steady as a mountain.

"Today, we are gathered here to witness an unprecedented battle, the prelude to the version activity preview. First, let's invite our two guest commentators to the stage; they will be responsible for today's battle commentary!"

Two plump middle-aged figures appeared on the floating platform illuminated at the bottom of the central screen.

"Let's welcome the commentators for this match, Potato and Titan!"

Everyone was old acquaintances; they saw each other on the forum and in the game every day, so they even skipped the self-introductions, merely waving to the players below.

The Truth Department snarked,

"These two as commentators? Won't they blow the place up halfway through?"

The Publicity Department: "Sit a bit farther back, at least not dying in the front row."

Their explosive engineer identities had deeply ingrained in people's minds.

However, they were just the commentators, still far from being today's main stars.

Brother Dao: "Alright, let's not waste words and first thank the sponsors of today's match.

Thanks to the Thunder Chemical Plant — We don't seek the best, but the biggest explosion, turning you into every firework in the sky.

Thanks to Steamed Bun Studio — You can trust my quality, Steamed Bun guarantees zero bad reviews with fists.

Thanks to Tuladine Studio — Only 998, take home a full-body prosthetic. No logistics or returns, just a little quilt if it's broken.