To Four Thousand Years Later

With all the electrodes in the correct position, Forty-two's eyes suddenly darkened.

After a very brief "black screen", his consciousness came to a new world.

It is a world full of dense data. The human body model has become a fine sample. And he is floating in the air at this moment, having nothing to do with the surrounding data flow. It can be vaguely seen that there are still a few black spots floating far away from him, and a large amount of data is being exchanged rapidly around them, just like the ocean is flowing and rolling up eddies. Far, far outside. It is wrapped in all directions, like a thick data layer like ice. There is space further outside, and there is an ice wall outside the space. The whole world is divided into a square third-order Rubik's cube.

"This is our company intranet.

At this moment, a voice came like a voice from outside: "This is also your workplace... I mean, if you are really a network security engineer.

"Now, read your password," came Dr. Norbert's trademark, somewhat sissy voice, "you should remember."

"Truth, light, conscience, rules. Forty-two nodded. He said clearly and slowly.

The moment his voice fell, Forty-Two heard the sound of "Ji" in his ears.

Then, the world before his eyes shattered into pieces. Then he landed in a new space.

One is in the state of a spirit body.

His figure was extremely tall, his eyes shone with a cosmic brilliance, behind him were numerous spiral light wings, his skin was crystal clear like white jade, and his whole body was like glass.

His psychic energy surged like a tidal wave, constantly superimposed and rising, and in an instant, everything around him was submerged like a wave. At that moment, he seemed to notice that somewhere infinitely far away, there were seventy-two nodes slightly There was a tremor.

The next moment, the information flow from the system suddenly appeared in front of his eyes:

[Main quest with a thousand faces and a thousand hands: I should have been here: Enter the online world (1/1) once completed]

[You got: Fame 5, personal characteristic "Electronic Ghost"]

[Rare feature Electronic Ghost: When you convert your spirit body into an electronic signal, you can use divine spells, spells, or other psionic properties as in the material world; you will not be brain-dead due to physical damage to the electronic signal ] The moment he saw the completion of the main task, Forty immediately realized something was wrong: the world around him began to become blurry, and some places seemed to be mosaiced, revealing a sky-blue data flow—and following his spirit The energy gradually spread, and the world around it became more and more fragmented.

So Forty-two instantly retracted his spiritual energy back to his body, trying his best to shrink his size... and finally shrunk himself into a ball of light. Until then, the surrounding space gradually stabilized. Only the three to four centimeters around the light sphere was shaken and blurred. Forty-two thought for a while, and put a layer of ordinary human shell on the outside of the ball of light: maybe it was his instinct, or a subconscious prank—the character image he used was Leonardo Baimon, wearing a white turtleneck sweater.

"Forty-two, what happened to you?"

Dr. Norbert's nervous voice floated: "The head thief you just had suddenly overheated! Don't run your psionic enhancement device at full strength, your psionic talent is too high, this is a second-hand one, in fact, I haven't even used it yet. I had time to run it... I didn't strengthen my spiritual power at all, but suppressed it instead.

Forty-two complained in his heart.

"Can you hear me?"

He asked tentatively, then waved, but got no response.

After a while, Dr. Norbert breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it's finally stabilized. Now... don't try to attack the surrounding buildings. You're not here to destroy this place!" He said, forty Er just noticed that he was in an office, sitting on a swivel boss chair.

Sunlight poured in from the windows, and the long wooden desk was neatly stacked with papers. Both computers are turned on, one is full of requirements documents, and the other is reading a novel with music on... There are still a few unfinished bags of camp slices, dried sweet potatoes and beef strips on the table. There is also a refrigerator in the room, which is full of Coke and Sprite. Next to it was a black sofa—the one he had been lying on when he died.

This is his office.

All of a sudden, Forty-two was a little absent-minded.

"You have entered the world of the 'beyond shore', I can't hear what you're saying, and don't try to confront me... Anyway, just listen, forty-two.

Doctor Norbert's voice came again: "Don't panic, remember all its characteristics, don't encounter leaks, don't leak secrets.

"When you log out normally, you need to come back here, and then back to the surface data world, and then you can take off the helmet. This is the safest way to log out. And you will occasionally encounter such enemies - if your anchor If you leak the secret, someone will forge a room that is very similar to your anchor point, but if it is linked to another address, you will fall into their trap.

"You should have a door there'. You look for it, then open the door, go out, walk around. You should be able to see a hallway with many rooms, but don't go into any room, come back and log off according to the standard process." Noble Doctor Te’s voice sounded: “I can’t take you into the other side in person right now, so you can only go out and have a look around, and I’ll give you the teaching materials when you come back after memorizing it. You just take it slow. He hasn’t said anything yet. After finishing, Forty-Two stepped forward and pushed open the door of his office.

There is no corridor at all outside the door.

A place like a bar.

Above his head is a spinning J in dark blue, purple and green. But the faces of the singer singing on stage and the bartender at the bar were all blank, nothing.

And Dr. Norbert's voice suddenly became blurred, and he couldn't hear anything clearly. It's like a bad signal. Now and then.

...This is not a corridor, is it?

And there are no rooms.

Forty-two narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw three guests with astonished faces: two men and one woman, each holding a device like a drill in their hands. They seemed to be dazed and frightened by the sudden appearance of Forty-Two, and their movements suddenly froze in place.

In the high-pitched voice of the singer Gostil, the muscular man suddenly dropped the punch in his hand and shouted: "Kill her!"