Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 650 - 209: If My Guess Is Correct, You Must Be an Idiot_2

The only thing that could be considered fun and a key element might be the experiment director named Brunan. Players have discovered that when it comes to his clock-in time, this guy is always late by one minute every day, without fail, right on schedule.

Many players speculate they might be inside the company's clock-in machine right now.

"....."

Wildman's family is also wealthy, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to indulge in the game every day without even needing to go to work.

For an employee who is late every day like this, he doesn't have any real feelings about it.

"Let's try using [Data Analysis] first, and see if we can find any key clues."

[Data Analysis] COST: 8

The skill effect is somewhat like Batman's detective mode in Arkham Knight, highlighting suspicious areas. The skill range is influenced by the player's intelligence. As for the principle behind it, players don't understand it, nor do they comprehend what counts as suspicious for this skill.

This seemingly 0-combat support skill is not equipped by most players, who are all looking for the thrill of combat. However, they haven't encountered a single monster so far.

"Who's bringing that thing along anyway..."

Bro shook his head, but Brother Ni immediately reached out and released a [Data Analysis] into the air. Tiny blue lights scattered from his palm, spreading outward like the metallic patterns of a circuit board.

However, Brother Ni's intelligence is only 3, so the skill's effective range is small, probably about seven or eight meters, assuming there's a distance and length setting in Cyberspace.

More and more players with this skill began to release [Data Analysis] towards the surroundings. The data fragments that players had read showed no change, but the unread data fragments lit up in a bright yellow.

"Ah! There's something here!"

[Blue Represents Wisdom] suddenly shouted, attracting the others over.

Her intelligence is 6 points, making her one of the top in non-hacker players, with a skill range several times that of others, seeing more than others can.

What appeared in front of [Blue Represents Wisdom] was a giant block that couldn't be seen with the 'naked eye,' nor did it look like a data fragment.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

She reached out, trying to tap twice on the opponent's shell to see if it could trigger any reaction.

However, the moment her hand touched the opponent, it was as if she was subjected to an irresistible force, and her whole being instantly turned into light points, absorbed into the big block.

"!?"

The player closest to her didn't even manage to reach out, only able to watch helplessly as the teammate disappeared.

Then...

Let me take a look at what's going on (extends hand)

Another player disappeared. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Could this be a teleportation portal?"

Potato reached out and stepped forward

Then disappeared

[Potato: It's so dark and cramped here, I can't move]

[Blue Represents Wisdom: Move over a bit, I discovered this place first!]

[Potato: I'm not even next to you]

[Sitting Forgotten Path Hongzhong: What's happening? Where are we? Why is it so cramped, are the three of us squeezed together?]

Hearing the question, Jackal came over to see that big block, then held his head, half-crying and half-laughing as he said

"Looks like you guys have been compressed into a file package meow."

[Blue Represents Wisdom: What should we do? Can you get us out first? I can't even feel my limbs QAQ]

Compared to the panicking female player, the two male players were much more composed, at worst, they would just die, right?

Jackal: "There's no way meow, this should be a fixed program, if we move around randomly, we'll be caught by the firewalls."

Pandora tilted her head looking at this big block, and a few minutes later said

"I have an idea."

[Blue Represents Wisdom: Pandora, can you get us out? (Excited)]

Pandora shook her head and said calmly

"But I can go in."

Everyone "....."

Seeing everyone's confusion, Pandora explained

"This program should compress clock-in data of a fixed time period or data volume, then upload it to a hard drive somewhere else. There's no record here of clock-in data before March 22, possibly because it hasn't reached the compression limit."

Wildman: "You mean we increase this volume to the limit, then have it send us to another place?"

Pandora nodded.

The other players looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"Let's try it, at worst, we'll just die here."

"Alright, I'm curious to see how many KB my four intelligence points are worth."

With that, they went up one by one to touch the so-called invisible compression program.

But they didn't know the upload limit of this program, nor whether Pandora would succeed, purely acting on a try-it mentality, at worst waiting for the revival cooldown.

Perhaps only these guys in the whole world would completely disregard their own lives, recklessly fumbling around in the old network without knowing life from death.

After Wildman reached out and was absorbed in, Pandora followed closely, but this time, the program did not react.

Jackal: "Oops... reached storage limit meow, you can't go in even if you're small."

Pandora: "....."

All those who went inside are regular players, not a single hacker among them.

The block started to tremble; this program was clearly activated and about to start running, even the players inside could feel it.

[Wildman: It seems to be moving]

[Brother Ni: I have a bad feeling about this]

[Master: Why do I have this feeling like we're poop about to be flushed down a toilet]

[Blue Represents Wisdom: Shut up, you're the poop! Don't use such disgusting words]

[Everyone: Aaaaahhhhh!!!!]