Chapter 769: Chapter 293: Loom
The suddenly appearing girl was none other than Sister Dida.
At this moment, she was no longer in a half-human, half-mushroom shape but had transformed into an adorable mushroom head.
After entering Tier 2, as the ’Energy Mushroom,’ her ability to capture information was enhanced. Although it still couldn’t compare to the Tier 3 Spirit Race, basic modifications to her appearance were now not a problem.
Dida was precisely the helper invited by Baozi’s group.
"Sister Dida!"
PP, the leader, nodded warmly in greeting, and Dida said seriously, "Follow me; our time is limited."
Baozi hurried to follow behind and asked while walking, "What’s the situation?"
"After Cyber Space disappeared, I collected some virtual creations in advance. Before they’re completely consumed, they can transfer living beings."
Dida pointed to a cloud cluster that looked like scattered fluff in the distance.
"This is a fragmented network cloud."
She pointed to a faint stretch of ground.
’This is a segment of the information highway.’
"Besides that, there are incomplete data nodes, some dynamic URLs, and fragments of man-made virtual spaces."
Dida paused and said:
"I’ve pieced these together and created a virtual channel at the Assassination Alliance Headquarter, and of course, PP helped quite a bit."
PP leader immediately puffed out his chest, indicating it was his doing.
’Zhang’ looked at the other person deeply: "A very impressive technique!"
Dida shook her head:
"Precisely because Cyber Space is gone, these large virtual creations are easier to drag now. But as the Electronic Brain Plan unfolds, these things will gradually be digested by reality; we just happened to be in time."
"That’s still very impressive!" Baozi praised. At least, among the NPC hackers he knew, none could achieve this.
"With this, can we avoid some boss sections at the Assassination Alliance Headquarter?"
Dida nodded and gently waved her hand. Fungus threads grew out of the ground, splitting into holes, allowing them to view reality.
A dark corridor could only be sensed through the strong smell of blood and the faint clashing sound of daggers.
The Assassination Corridor!
An ace assassin of the Assassination Alliance, a Level 50 assassin, must pass through this section.
Legend has it that only those who traversed the corridor could be considered real assassins.
And in another hole were some elderly people with haggard appearances, some sweeping the floor, some wiping tables.
King of Assassins!
These elderly folks had once been Kings of Assassins, Level 60 super assassins, but now they carried a large number of negative states; their blood volume was less than one-tenth, even one percent, of their peak stage.
But the outbreak of an aging assassin would only be more terrifying.
Having glanced briefly, an old assassin raised his head, only to regretfully see the ceiling.
Aside from that, there were also incredible assassination mechanisms, meticulously placed traps, and even a few fake ’looms,’ creating an impenetrable web, making a few players twitch at their temples and break into cold sweat.
How many lives must be sacrificed to fill these mechanisms?
"I’m extremely grateful for bringing Dida into our team, otherwise such a map wouldn’t be something players of our level could handle."
Dida scanned the area and shook her head, "That’s not the case. Every person in the team played a crucial role; without Sister Ji’s special ability, without PP’s programming help, without Zhang leading us on the periphery, missing any one person would mean failure in this journey. You, who brought them all together, are the greatest asset."
Baozi smiled confidently, ready to say a few humble words, but was interrupted by Sister Ji.
"Alright, let’s stop forming a mutual admiration society. I’m curious, doesn’t this assassin headquarters have a network defense function? How did this come to be?"
"Only some outer Antivirus Guardians exist; inside, there are none," Dida shook her head, "logically, it shouldn’t be like this, given that it’s one of the strongest assassin organizations, yet it truly lacks them."
The group exchanged glances, feeling uneasy, but as Baozi mentioned, this map simply wasn’t designed for players of this level to navigate. Reaching this point was already the limit, whatever happens now, it must be powered through; at worst, it’s just a life.
All the way to the end of the ’Virtual Channel,’ they encountered no network-level attacks. Dida glanced back and said:
"I’m going to transform the virtual signal into reality; there might be some dizziness, like when disconnecting from Cyber Space, endure it, don’t yell out."
In the next moment, the fungus threads began to grow wildly, encasing the bodies of the four, giving them a sensation similar to the male protagonist of The Matrix, slipping naked through a toilet.
Previously when entering the ’Virtual Channel,’ Dida was tangible, while Baozi and others seemed to be wrapped in thick digital code. Now that Baozi and the others had returned to their normal forms, Dida appeared like a holographic projection, blurred and unreal.
Once they emerged, they were immediately on alert. It seemed like they were in an ancient palace, desolate and without even a screen.
At the center of the hall was a large old-fashioned loom, akin to the size of a piano, complete with loom frame, weft axis, warp axis, shuttle, bobbin, and pedal. The spinning threads swayed with the shuttle’s movement, weaving into cloth, with names etched on the fabric.
It felt as if an unseen presence was sitting across the loom, weaving cloth.
This bizarre scene made the group slightly change their expressions.
"Seems like we’ve found our target!"
Baozi licked his lips, with a thought, four Level 40 robot guards marched forward, soon arriving near the loom.
On either side of the loom was a basket, the front filled with silk thread and the rear with woven cloth.
On the weaving machine, there were various names, and the five people still didn’t dare to step forward, but let Baozi and the robot share their vision, rummaging through the basket. Soon, Baozi exclaimed with delight, "Found it!"
In the shared vision, the name ’Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella’ was successfully turned out.
"What should we do now?"
The mission went so smoothly it was hard to believe. Now the group had a few choices: one was to cut the name, the consequences unknown, another was to destroy the weaving machine, with the results still uncertain.
"Let’s notify Brother Umbrella and let him decide based on his intuition."
Baozi decided to leave the decision to ’Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella’, and moments later, Brother Umbrella’s unexpected response came back.
’Use the weaving machine to weave another name for me.’
’Why?’
’Brother Umbrella wants to join the weaving?’
’Yeah, why?’
The few of them didn’t dare to speak, frantically typing in the communication group.
’Intuition,’ Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella.
’Your intuition seems a bit unreliable,’ even Baozi, who was usually a die-hard fan of Brother Umbrella, felt something was off.
’By the way, does anyone here know how to use a weaving machine?’
Everyone’s gaze suddenly fell on Sister Ji.
’Why are you all looking at me? I only draw nudes, I can’t do any weaving,’ Sister Ji flatly refused.
’But I strangely feel that you can, Sister Ji,’ pp Toudzi replied naively.
’How about this, Sister Ji, try it once. No matter what happens, you’ll get a 10% bonus for this mission,’ Baozi said through gritted teeth.
’Are you stupid? Just send your robot in,’ Sister Ji replied.
’That’s an idea, but if there’s some kind of curse, would it indirectly affect me?’
’Damn, Baozi, you unkind, you won’t risk yourself, but you’re okay with risking me?!’
Baozi chuckled awkwardly and directly sent the robot forward. Unexpectedly, the robot connected by signal didn’t respond at all.
’Strange, it’s not working, the robot isn’t responding.’
’Are you pretending to be dumb?’
’I’m really not fooling you,’ Baozi complained.
’Captain Baozi is probably not lying, I just attempted a virtual invasion, but couldn’t get any data from the weaving machine.’
’Same here, I couldn’t detect any abnormal data flow, or rather, there’s simply no data flow.’
The weaving machine in front of them seemed to not exist at all.
’Forget it, you’re all useless. I’ll go, but remember, Brother Umbrella, you owe me two favors! My body is practically sold to you!’ Sister Ji didn’t miss a chance for drama even in a critical moment.
’Sure,’ replied Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella.
Sister Ji approached with alertness, only to find no obstacles just like the previous robots.
However, when Sister Ji sat on the weaving machine’s stool, her expression changed—her hands and feet moved uncontrollably, manipulating the thread and stepping on the pedal, she really started weaving.
’Damn it, Sister Ji, you said you didn’t know how, you’re a pro!’
’Pro, my ass, someone save me, I can’t control my body anymore!’
But before anyone could act, Sister Ji’s message came through.
’Wait, something’s off. I think I can control it again. Let me try.’
Sister Ji suppressed the cold sensation spreading through her body, forcing herself to manipulate her biological system, slowly extracting the implanted threads from her body, replacing the weaving threads, and wrapping them on the axles.
The next moment, an indescribable feeling rose in her heart—a swirling of countless individuals’ pasts, presents, and futures, like a pot of soup gently stirring in her heart, the bubbling soup representing life events, both past and future.
She seemed to have the ability to ripple the ’soup’ and change an individual’s fate.
With the ’clack-clack’ sound of the pedal, the fabric gradually closed, and a new name emerged.
Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella.
And the deep connection with this weaving machine immediately made Sister Ji realize that Brother Umbrella’s connection with the weaving machine had been severed.
’Body restored, thanks, retreat quickly before things change,’ Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella.
However, the next moment, Sister Ji’s expression changed again—she felt she was no longer the ’weaving machine’ owner, but instead was being dragged into this bowl of soup from body to soul.
’Help! Help!!’
Everyone else also changed their expressions, but no matter how they attacked, they couldn’t hit the weaving machine.
It was as if the weaving machine and Sister Ji didn’t exist in this space.
Just when they were at a loss, a purple radiance suddenly shone from the mirror on Baozi’s waist.
Purple String Space unfolded, and someone made a dazzling entrance!
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