Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 651 - 209: If My Guess Is Right, You Must Be an Idiot_3
Although they weren't washed into a sewer, the players inside still felt like their world was spinning. Fortunately, they didn't get motion sickness or vomit.
It was unclear how long had passed, but the player's vision finally brightened again. This time, the environment was different from before; it was no longer floating data fragments, but an exceptionally vacant space.
As for the players themselves, they were no longer in their previous humanoid forms, but had been forcibly compressed into coins, with only their individual 2D avatars on one side of the coin. Fortunately, moving didn't require limbs; otherwise, even moving would be a luxury for them.
Seeing themselves and others in a disc shape, everyone was both amused and frustrated.
[Potato: Damn, where's my neck?]
[Big Head: You never had a neck to begin with, so why are you looking for something that doesn't even exist?] 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
[Hongzhong: Let's skip the nonsense. Where are we now? Can anyone help decompress me?]
[Brother Ni: This might be some database. I remember our company has a special data room for storing data, and punch card records are pulled from there.]
[Wildman: Let's check the people first, then investigate the surroundings.]
This time, more than twenty players were sucked in. There weren't many people, and no hackers. The surrounding data was uniformly punch card records, likely a place specifically for storing such data. The situation could be described as extremely poor, but the only good news was that they weren't dead yet.
Understanding the situation, a veteran rolled towards Wildman and asked,
"What's the plan now? Without a hacker's help, I'm afraid we can't get out of this place."
He looked around but found no valuable data, and using skills, he couldn't find a breakthrough like before.
Wildman: "If we can get in, we can get out. Don't rush to die."
He didn't understand programming, but since he wasn't afraid of death, what's there to fear? Just wander around. Why not spend more time in Cyberspace?
Some players had started using their skills to blast those useless data, jokingly calling it target practice. They always found ways to have fun.
Sure enough, after a while, Jackal remotely contacted Wildman. After learning about Wildman's situation, Jackal said,
"You probably got shoved into some HR employee's folder. Don't worry; we'll see if we can remotely control it to release you. But even if you get out, I'm not sure where you'll end up. We'll have to play it by ear."
A hint of joy flashed in Wildman's eyes.
"Hmm, give it a try."
Opening the folder went quite smoothly. Perhaps they had figured out how to breach the outer firewall's vulnerabilities and code, and the hackers could already move players through some less important areas.
The scene of leaving the folder was quite grand. What appeared to be an endless data world under their feet suddenly shrank, as if a planet was pulled billions of kilometers away from them. At the same time, more 'planets' came into the players' view.
In these less guarded places, players could even pull up the names of those folders.
[Employee 2022 Defecation Time Records]
[Employee 2021 Year-End Merit Points Statistics]
[Employee 2022 Salary Regulations]
.....
Most of it was irrelevant, but some players found data that seemed to contain key content.
[Personnel Demand for Small Thorium-Based Molten Salt Reactor Project]
Wildman: "Thorium-based molten salt reactor... Does anyone know what that is?"
In previous data sharing, players knew this was a nuclear industry company, but their understanding of nuclear projects was nothing more than nuclear bombs and power plants; they knew little else.
Expert: "Our country is working on this too. It's a fourth-generation nuclear reactor, but it hasn't been commercially used yet."
Potato: "Could it be nuclear fusion?"
Expert: "Uh... it's still a fission reactor, but using thorium instead of uranium reduces pollution, shortens the radiation cycle, and lowers costs. Miniaturization is also convenient. I heard we're planning to break ground on a small one in Longyou next year to give it a try."
That's about all he knew.
"Yours can't be better than what's described here."
Big Head said, looking at the project's introduction.
"This thing seems to only be the size of four containers in total, and it can be mass-produced."
He seemed to recall something, asking Brother Ni,
"I remember that ship in Dog Town was equipped with a reactor, right?"
"Correct." Brother Ni nodded. "The Soviet Jilafa airship providing power to Dog Town is equipped with a thorium-based reactor. Otherwise, does Hansen dare to attack a nuclear-powered ship? Isn't he afraid of nuclear radiation leaks killing him?"
The coolant and fuel in a thorium-based reactor are molten salts, which, if stopped, solidify, preventing massive radiation leaks. The radioactive period is only decades long, much better than uranium-235's thousands of years.
Upon hearing this, the expert got excited, his eyes lighting up.
"Quick! Keep looking. There might be other valuable data. Bringing this stuff back will surely get us a lot of money."
Though he didn't care about the money, he cared about something else.
However, the players' excitement was bound to be short-lived. This place wasn't a treasure trove for them to take as they pleased, but an old net filled with dangerous data fortresses.
Before anyone could browse other folders, they felt the data nearby become violently turbulent, as if something were rapidly approaching.
Jackal was also affected, and her expression turned surprised and panicked during the call with Wildman.
"It seems to be AI, quick—"
Before she could finish, their communication was cut off.
Immediately, the data around the players was rapidly pulled away, making it impossible to view any contents. The players were further confined to a limited space, unable to move.
"Intruders detected, a group of... hackers?"
The voice carried a hint of confusion and surprise.
"Are you guys too weak? Are you all morons and idiots?"
