Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Especially that sentence—Lilith concealed the Tenth Holy Ring from her ancestors' eyes, players on the forum all believe that the Tenth Holy Ring refers to Cyberspace."

"And the imagery of us entering the game is very much like passing through Cyberspace into that game world, so I'm guessing... perhaps the connection between us is established through this Cyberspace."

"As for the network, it inherently carries many people's delusions, particularly negative ones, as a privacy environment... the old network of that world was referred to as a place of extreme evil, which is not impossible."

The Red Killer did not continue speaking.

"Hmm... what you said makes sense."

After pondering for a moment, the middle-aged man blinked and looked at the Red Killer, saying,

"But have you ever considered one thing?"

"Hmm?"

"Indeed, there are many people on the internet venting their negative thoughts and desires. After all, we are not saints. It's normal to have some dark corner hidden in our hearts when encountering unpleasant things in life, and finding a secluded place to vent is quite normal."

"But at the end of the day... it was people who existed first, followed by these desires. Things on the internet are spread by people; the network is just a medium, a carrier, and not the origin."

The middle-aged man stood up and patted the Red Killer's shoulder, speaking gravely,

"The network is not the entirety of the world, in every aspect it isn't..."

"Thus, your mission is significant. Do not let them take the wrong path, or else the consequences may be severe, even potentially affecting societal stability here."

Hundreds of skilled gunslingers, fighters, and even killers, without proper guidance, wouldn't the nation be afraid?

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What the hell is this man really up to?

The mass execution or drug trials, modifications, and other anticipated events by Clint did not occur.

Instead, he and his men were lured with words into a small room individually, then came out to point fingers at Zorn for all sorts of messed-up deeds he committed.

Things like smuggling and selling military supplies, secretly operating gambling rings, scamming brothers, withholding ration allocations, feeding them the worst nutrition paste, distributing defective ammunition, and marketing drugs...

nmlgb

Upon counting, he realized the bastard had done so many things he hadn't noticed before.

Not to mention the others encouraged by Clint pointing out those scandals involving blowing boy ASS, messing with someone else's wife, just to conclude that Zorn didn't survive on the stage.

The corporate lackey shot Zorn in the leg and then let each of those who had reported crimes take a turn shooting him.

After venting and feeling a thrill, apprehension set in.

Because he, too, wasn't exempt from doing some of these things.

What if today he's next on that list?

Furthermore, last night seventeen captives attempted a mass escape, six were recaptured, and the remaining eleven were killed on the spot.

Brutal brutal brutal.

Whenever Clint thought of that grim scene, his legs trembled, shattering many people's escape attempts thoughts.

"Take this."

In a daze, something warm was shoved into Clint's hands.

"Next."

It wasn't until he was called that he reacted.

Lowering his head, he saw a plastic bag in his hands with a box of drink and still warm... bread?

The bread was actually rice flour-made steamed cake.

As for the drink... flavored milk beverage.

Those in the know understand, assuredly industrial sugar water without a drop of milk.

These are some old factory tricks moved into the game by players, creating a production line, waiting for Lin Miao to grant them selling permits and food safety certificates.

In this world, creating confusion does not seem awkward. They seamlessly integrated into the commercial operational logic of this world, even audaciously labeling their purchase as milk.

Nonetheless, players made it sweeter than those in reality, all to power their prosthetic bodies.

Many people's taste buds have become desensitized due to harsh environments and prosthetic numbness, so they consume sugar heavily, players adapt to local customs, anyway not needing physique management, freely indulging.

Still, Clint naturally wasn't aware of these, or even if he knew, it wouldn't matter.

"What's this... a drug?"

"Idiot, it's clearly food, but I think they added drugs in it to experiment on us."

Some low murmurs from the Chaotic Blade Association were overheard by newbie players distributing food, and they immediately weren't happy.

They snatched the food from their hands, shoved it into their mouths in a few bites, drank a box of milk drink in one gulp in front of everyone.

"They feed you and you still complain, eat if you want, or I'll take it!"

Already displeased with these idiots' appearances, having to arrange three meals for them, many players were discontent, now just venting a bit.

Only the prisoner whose breakfast was seized turned red-faced, feeling embarrassed, unsure what to say, both humiliated and furious, preparing to leave, when someone stopped them.

"This is my portion, take it."

The prisoner tried to throw a tantrum and shake off, but hearing the voice sounded familiar, turned around and nearly died from fright.

Wasn't this the fierce man who tortured Zorn to death yesterday?

Yesterday's incident left many psychological scars on people, the prisoners became instantly obedient.

"Eat well, this is everyone's breakfast, we're not yet underhanded enough to tamper with food, what we eat you eat."

With past experiences, whether they believed or not, the prisoners obediently stuffed the things into their mouths.