Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 654 - 210: Call Everyone Bald to Me_3

"Found it... ah no, I know the answer now!"

The expert racked his brains, meticulously writing out what he had memorized in the void. Although he inevitably made mistakes, the cyber life form could immediately tell that it was this guy's writing error, not a calculation mistake, so it didn't bother to argue.

The other players were equally baffled. They had tried logging off to search the answers online, but these problems would never appear on the internet, and the lectures involving their content were easily one or two hours long. This made their heads spin, and they almost fell asleep on the spot, so they simply gave up, watching the team's center take on the BOSS solo.

"Alright, next question."

He didn't find it troublesome; watching the people below rack their brains to solve his problems had been the only fun he had found in years.

In the past, it wasn't as if company hackers hadn't snuck into the data fortress to steal things, but when caught, they usually resisted; either they escaped or died under the firewall's attack. Rarely did anyone willingly chat with him, this cyber life form.

Let alone discuss physics problems.

But with this back and forth, the depth of the discussions between both parties gradually increased.

He was a cyber life form and could swiftly find solutions within the existing data of the database, but a cyber life form is not a god; they cannot be omniscient and omnipotent.

Faced with technology that humans have not broken through, or data that other cyber life forms aren't willing to share, they are likewise powerless.

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At a technological university, a balding middle-aged man argued fervently with the screen in front of him.

"I told you, the fuel salt ratio must be maintained in the efficient range to absorb neutrons as much as possible..."

The line of people on the screen was similarly arguing heatedly.

"You have to consider the cost. Talking theory without practicality is useless. Do you understand nuclear engineering? You're a physics major; what do you know about engineering?"

"Aren't we discussing theory now? If not, why not just burn coal?"

"Their questions clearly lean towards practical application. What are you considering if not engineering? Do you not fix the furnace when burning coal?"

Two teachers passing by his office heard the shouting inside and curiously peeked in, noticing quite a few familiar faces on the computer screen, all quite prominent in their field.

"It's so lively. What new project are they discussing?"

The other shook his head.

"No idea."

Listening to the esoteric terms they barely understood, the two quickly scurried away, deciding not to embarrass themselves here.

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"What? All of these?"

The expert, drenched in sweat, looked at the pile of printed A4 papers densely packed with writing and felt faint.

"Can't it be more concise? I remember you can earn points in exams just by writing the answer."

The colonel knew he was making things difficult.

"To be cautious, you'd better write them all down."

"Otherwise, I might as well just die. It's just a game instance; I can resurrect, find another route, or let the hacker players take Him down instead."

Not just the expert, even the colonel felt a headache looking at the stack of paper. He knew it wasn't easy, but he remained firm in his stance.

"This is the last time."

The colonel emphasized the importance of the responses in his hand.

"Also, remember to observe His reaction."

"?"

The expert seemed to realize something, looked at the A4 papers handed to him, and resolutely memorized them with all his might.

At this moment, he felt a twinge of envy towards those in the game who had cyber modifications. If he were there, he wouldn't have to go through all this trouble; a glance with a cybernetic eye would directly upload to the database in under a second.

Bearing the headache, chaotic thoughts, and other debuffs, when the expert returned to the game, the other players were bored and had climbed onto the giant mechanical device, attempting to glitch through and see inside.

"Is this your answer?"

After receiving the expert's response, the cyber life form had a subtle expression on its face, and the expert could actually see a hint of mockery.

"Incorrect answer."

"What?"

The other players were shocked, but the expert wasn't surprised.

He couldn't understand it, but he got the underlying message from his superior.

"Is that so..."

The cyber life form didn't immediately strike down the expert and his party for the wrong answer but instead spoke in a gentle tone.

"Seeing as you've accompanied me for so long, take it as a token of appreciation. Now get out of here."

As he spoke, he sent the real answer to the expert via data transfer. It was a concise formula, far easier to remember than the several A4 pages the expert had.

However, the cyber life form's idea for the players to exit the data fortress was too naive. They wouldn't leave a place without scraping it down to the ground, right?

Does being a BOSS matter?

After all, they had defeated BOSSes before while stealing things right under their noses.

"Found your location, meow."

The data space where the players were suddenly trembled violently, and the whole space seemed to be falling apart. Something like a wall crashed through the top, opening a breach.

No

Wait

That seems to be a blade!

The Ship-Slaying Sword!

At the end of the sword, the one wielding it was Pandora.

Following the gap Pandora created, an uncountable swarm of cartoon cathead characters akin to Pac-Man poured in. They spread like a virus, continuously opening their mouths to consume the data structures and began splitting into more entities.

The cyber life form panicked. He hadn't expected his address to be cracked and for people to come after him.

How could this be possible?

Unless...

This group of hackers wasn't attracted by his residual data but by those compressed idiots...

He shouted in a flustered state.

"Prometheus!"

"Don't bother calling it, meow. Even if you scream your lungs out, it won't see here; we've hidden this place well, a combination technique taught by Mentor Lucy."

Pandora stayed silent, gripping the Ship-Slaying Sword to cleave the monstrous face in half.

As the blade approached, sensing the opponent's fierce intent to kill, He could no longer pretend to be all-knowing and swiftly dissipated his colossal form, darting toward the rift, but was encircled by a throng of cathead characters akin to Pac-Man.

The cyber life form, which seemed to have control over the players' lives just moments ago, dropped to his knees, waving the French flag.

"Let's talk this over, don't kill me."