After storing the feather and exchanging a few more teasing remarks, Rita, content with herself, finally revealed her method of departure to Maple Syrup.
"Not only do you need 5-Characterdiamonds, but you also have to find a mechanical race in the Junk Mountain. Under their guidance, you’ll get their chip and hand it over to the guard."
Maple Syrup removed the lightning wall and glanced at the players and mechanical races around her, as if looking at a herd of lambs awaiting slaughter.
She gave Rita’s shoulder a firm slap. "Don’t worry! With me around, no one’s going to chase after you."
Rita thanked her and immediately took off, finding a junk spaceship and following it to the location of the guard.
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On the way, she asked B80234615, "Are you sure I won’t have to hand you over when the time comes?"
B80234615 replied, "Yes. No one can force a mechanical race to give up its will and accept any master other than the gods. As long as you show them my chip, they’ll understand my choice. They’ll let you go."
Rita raised an eyebrow. "Did you figure that out before coming here, or was it after you lost mobility from the divine punishment and gathered intel from other mechanical races?"
B80234615 responded, "The latter. Once I arrived here, nothing was a secret anymore."
Rita smirked. "So, you did this on purpose, huh? Told me this information and made me cooperate, knowing full well that with my personality, I’d go back and sell it. At that point, not only would a large number of mechanical races and players return to the mining area, but some mechanical races would finally be freed."
The words Rita spoke stirred something unexpected in B80234615, emotions it had never experienced before. The chip data displayed feelings of "panic," "resentment," and "sorrow."
However, these emotions weren’t the result of a calculated plan. B80234615 had chosen Rita first, and only after that did these plans form. It wasn’t like it chose Rita to carry out a plan—it was more that their paths had aligned.
Moreover, it hadn’t anticipated the plan being so easy to execute. This secret had only circulated among the abandoned mechanical races, and in all these years, no player had ever come to find the discarded robots, much less find one willing to be taken away.
But the logic and rational thinking of a mechanical race kept B80234615 from dwelling on its feelings. Instead, it chose to clarify Rita’s misunderstanding.
"Not intentional, and certainly not a scheme. My plan aligns with your needs. I gave you what you wanted, and in your outcome, I can also achieve my goals."
Rita sighed. "No contradictions, no problems."
Because it was all too smooth, she couldn’t shake the odd feeling. She even began to suspect that from the moment she first met B80234615, it had already started calculating her behavior, entering her into its program.
What confused her, though, was why it had taken so long for B80234615 to respond to her when she had searched for it so desperately before...
B80234615 didn’t respond. It was instead savoring the strange emotions now being processed in its cold chip.
The journey was silent. Finally, when they reached the end of the Abandoned Zone, with only 10 minutes left before the 15th hour of the game, Rita could see the guard—a massive mech made entirely of countless nine-level cubes.
She hurriedly landed, took out the 7-Characterdiamonds, and presented B80234615’s chip for the guard to inspect. "I need to go to the 99th mining area."
The giant mech took the diamonds, gave B80234615 a brief glance, then extended a hand the size of a basketball court, signaling Rita to step on.
Rita jumped up, and the giant hand slowly closed around her.
Rita was a little nervous. "This won’t end badly, will it?"
B80234615 responded, "No, it’s very accurate."
Rita was puzzled. "Accurate?"
The next moment, she felt herself being thrown forcefully into the air.
She was launched toward the nine-level cube!
It had been over a year since she last felt the effects of the "Drone" negative status.
Her health dropped by 5% every second.
Thankfully, with her flying speed, even without healing, she would make it to the cube before dying.
As she neared it, she asked, "B80234615, is this the moon?"
Although phrased as a question, she instinctively activated the skill "Who Will Cut the Moonlight" as soon as the words left her mouth.
After using the skill, she was thrown into the lowest corner of the nine-level cube.
Her right eye had been restored to normal as soon as she entered Marmang’s world, and the bandages were long gone. But just as she felt the success of her skill, her right eye throbbed with sharp pain once more.
Just as the pain nearly caused her to faint, she heard B80234615’s voice.
— "Yes, this is the 1st moon."
Rita felt herself passing through barrier after barrier, fighting the pain and healing herself, but to no avail.
As her health neared 5%, she prepared to use "Mysterious Power" to escape. Just then, a beam of white light enveloped her, soothing her pain like a warm spring bath on a winter day.
Simultaneously, a voice rang in her ear. "What are you doing, mixing things up like this?"
It was Nivalis.
Rita, still with her eyes closed, instinctively reached out to hug the little dragon clinging to her shoulder. "Perfect timing!"
Nivalis responded, "Where are we? If I hadn’t caught you just now, I’d have flown out myself."
Rita looked around, noticing the rapidly retreating galaxy and the outline of a marketplace ahead.
"Long story. We’re headed back to the mining area now. You should return to your pet space. I’ve got something big to do, and after I’m done, I’m leaving the game for good."
Despite returning to the mining area, her game qualification hadn’t been restored, and she still wouldn’t receive any rewards. There was no point staying—she just needed to get what B80234615 had promised her, and then she would leave. Of course, if she couldn’t get it, she might stick around to see what kind of chaos Maple Syrup and the others could stir up.
Nivalis didn’t argue and said, "Call me if you need anything. I’m good to go, and I’ve even evolved a bit. But I didn’t touch Lidian’s blood..." He obediently returned to his pet space.
Rita didn’t pay much attention to Nivalis’ words. The dragon blood was Nivalis’ to do with as he pleased; she wouldn’t interfere.
Before passing through the final barrier, Rita used the skill "Out of the House, Identity is Self-Given" to change her appearance, still keeping the form of the owl race, since she needed to fly. This wasn’t to protect herself from Y-series robots—she believed the player skills didn’t work against mechanical races created by the gods. She just didn’t want to be recognized by other players after causing some trouble.
When she landed, she asked B80234615, "How much time left?"
B80234615 answered, "4 minutes. They’re already at West Street. Hurry!"
Rita immediately took off, soaring toward her destination.
She had once felt that the marketplace in 8017 was too small for a team battle, that there was nowhere to run. But now, it felt enormous.
B80234615 warned, "3 minutes. They’ve already started entering the space-time portal."
"2 minutes. Half the caravan is already gone."
Rita gritted her teeth. "Do you know how anxious you’re making me?!"
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B80234615 calmly replied, "Hmm... 1 minute 50 seconds. There are 17 Y-series robots still in line to leave. Is that any better?"
Rita sighed, "…Thanks, you’re so considerate."
B80234615: "You’re welcome."