Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 652 - 210: Bring Me Everyone Here Who’s Bald

The minimum entry standard for a hacker is 6 intelligence points, which is the highest intelligence point a player can obtain in the game.

According to the standards of the cyber world, players with less than six intelligence points can forget about becoming hackers; they can barely enter Cyberspace. Their brains simply can't support that massive demand for calculations in Cyberspace—if they're not careful, even the most stable intranet could crash altogether, let alone the old network with danger levels far exceeding the intranet.

Then, in the already low intelligence point situation of ordinary players, they further reduce their computing power using virtual machine technology. So, in the eyes of the cyber life forms that survive on the old network, players truly seem no different from naturally disabled dimwit babies.

But in the eyes of the players compressed into small discs, following that voice came a world that suddenly changed. A massive data golem formed in front of the players from a multitude of blue light spots, looking somewhat terrifying.

Yet, the players were not afraid at all

"It's the BOSS!"

"Get him!"

A dozen small discs immediately spun in place to adjust their direction and then threw their chosen attack skills at the giant head in the sky.

"Eat my Specium Beam!"

"Idiot! Pighead! You're the dimwit! Your whole family is dimwit!"

Some threw attack skills, some behind were giving glow sticks to high-intelligence players using COLL, and some attempted to use restriction skills to trap the suddenly appearing BOSS.

The colorful skills hit this suddenly appearing big face; regardless of the actual damage, the momentum and scene were absolutely maxed out.

That big face clearly froze for a moment, failing to dodge in time, and was hit right on the face by the players' attacks.

According to Lucy's initial estimate, a rogue AI on the old network would require at least a thousand ordinary players, plus some hackers together, to pose any threat. And that's not even considering the possibility that it might decide to run away. Of course, it doesn't rule out the possibility that a Bartmos might emerge among the players.

Nevertheless, at this moment, it was clearly struggling, swiftly dodging the players' attacks and pretending to be nonchalant as it spoke harshly.

"Interesting individuals...worthy of analysis."

The big face took a deep breath and then blew it out forcefully, sending a dozen players tumbling all over, leaving them unable to focus on releasing skills.

When they regained their senses, they found themselves in a changed location.

A large and magnificent machine stood before them. The players couldn't grasp its entirety at a glance and had no idea what it was for.

And that AI's big face, which brought them here, hovered above this mechanical device

"State your origin, or die."

The players couldn't see any facial expressions, but the opponent still had the normal human features and hairstyle, seemingly a white person.

A master stopped a bighead who wanted to keep tossing skills

"Hold on, maybe it's a neutral NPC (unit)."

The players' every move, including everything they said outside the game channel, could not be hidden from the cyber life forms. More accurately, speaking was just the players' way to understand information exchange, as there were no sound waves transmitted in the network, just pure information exchange.

"Aren't all AIs out to kill?"

"Did you forget the Sea God?"

"Seems so, but isn't this the old network? He doesn't look like he's easy to talk to."

"Give it a shot, it's free anyway. What if it's a real girl doll?"

"Ahem."

Wildman steps up proactively, trying to talk to the 'AI' in front of them

"We are humans, from the other side of the Black Wall, seeking lost technology to rebuild our home. We have no intention to fight you; we just reacted out of shock earlier."

"Invalid response!"

That big face was clearly dissatisfied with Wildman's reply. It spoke in a stuttering manner, very disjointed.

"I know, you are dogs of other companies, here to steal our company's technical data. There were others like you who came before."

"What I'm asking is how dimwits like you entered Cyberspace. Which company developed the new technology?"

Calling them dimwits on first meeting... dimwits... getting angry.

Hongzhong: "Let me translate: the internal network comes here to beg as well."

Potato: "Why are you asking to be beaten up with that mouth of yours?"

Hongzhong: "Sorry, that's just the way Beijing People are; they speak authentically~~"

Excluding those nonsensical players, Wildman didn't know how to answer this question; it seemed like a game setting to him. There weren't that many whys, so he vaguely replied

"Yes, it's our company's new technology, Horizon Corporation, but we're not dimwits, we're ordinary people."

"Lies!"

The bighead suddenly approached Wildman, as if to devour him, and Wildman could almost see the floating data in the other's mouth.

"I haven't heard of Horizon Corporation, and with the low data content on you, what else could you be besides dimwits?"

It seemed to think of something quite funny and started laughing heartily.

"Looks like life outside isn't going so well either, sending such low-quality here to perish; in the past, you wouldn't even make it through our company door."

Outsiders...

The master was taken aback.

Would an AI call humans outsiders?

The bighead jumped in frustration: "You damn well are the dimwit! I graduated from a proper computer university, okay?"

"Hmm?"

The cyber life form noticed that the data content on the bighead was exceptionally low among all the players present and displayed a hint of astonishment.

"This level, and still able to speak... Resilient, remarkable."