207: Chapter 183 Compensation 207: Chapter 183 Compensation Kanako closed her eyes, and the visualization panel of the “Think Tank” still left afterimages on her retina, making her distressed.
“You think I’m not Kanako,” she caught up with Xu Yang, bursting out of the luxury car, “then what am I?
What do I have to do to beco Kanako?”
“Go there.” Xu Yang pointed to an abandoned arcade on one side, “Prove it to there.”
“Sure.” Kojima Kanako found playing video gas utterly boring, yet with a mission at hand, she had to play the part to so extent.
The “Think Tank” AI had now given Kanako a new mission guide, requiring her to first comply with this important character, cultivate goodwill, and enhance the chances of a final recruitnt.
In doing so, the odds of conquering the ultimate mission “Take control of Xisheng Group” would increase.
A pair of rhythm ga machines was still operating; Xu Yang sat down, hacked into the program, and unlocked the ga “Giants’ Party” for the two of them, entered the main interface, found the in-store battle mode, and swiftly completed the match-up.
“Co on.” Xu Yang placed his hand on the key.
“Giants’ Party” was a quite popular music ga, featuring a blue giant full of cold air, striking a bodybuilding pose on the ground.
Its image was based on the mythical creature “Frost Elride.” Like the “Zenith,” this giant was an external race, originally a massive celestial body life form in the immortal cosmos who fell to the ground in ancient tis and joined this world.
Kanako watched the screen silently, tried the keys, the arcade was dark, and she unconsciously turned to look at Senzoune who stood outside the store.
As a professional ninja, she ensured her safety, which allowed her to turn her attention back to the screen.
Her hand on the key, Kanako felt completely alienated.
She vaguely rembered she had played before; “Giants’ Party” was a ga she used to be obsessed with.
She also dimly rembered playing many other gas, all sorts of gas, and was very good at them.
She road all over Aizu City, walked through every arcade in every alley, borrowed money, did rank boosting, dived into gaming pods, played over a thousand different gas, spent tens of thousands of hours in diverse gas.
She was 10 years old when she broke into esports competitions.
What was that ga called again?
What was it that made her have a huge fight with her family, got kicked out of her ho, and ultimately—ultimately she—
Kanako pressed the confirm button hard, aiming straight for the highest difficulty.
—Anyway, Kojima Kanako would not be defeated in a ga!
Exciting music synced up, filling the room.
Xu Yang could calculate the rhythm ga content in front of him using the high performance of the “Flying God 4” processor, no matter how fast the music rhythms were, his brain processor could catch every beat, just like a cutting-edge script written specifically for rhythm gas.
Even SSS difficulty songs were pressed rapidly, with each keystroke hitting the perfect timing, and the score in the top-right corner surged steadily.
However, modern gas had also adapted to this kind of scenario by automatically unlocking “Tech Mode,” which could make a player’s brain processor run in overload, challenging the heat dissipation system of the modified humans.
At another machine, Kojima Kanako scored 8 million points, simultaneously unlocking “Tech Mode.” The ga’s difficulty increased exponentially, and she too had a brain processor installed in her brain, a model exclusively developed by the Xisheng Family called “Yu Jiang,” which outperford mainstream devices on the market.
In theory, she could beat Xu Yang.
Her processor was nearly as powerful as Xu Yang’s, and she had played this ga before, practiced many songs, had a better touch, was in a better state, and had sufficient muscle mory buried deep in her mory.
But her mind was in turmoil.
Especially the damn “Think Tank” AI, now bringing up so nonsensical options right in front of her, blocking her view, hampering her ga, actually persuading her to back down, telling her to stop playing!
Damn, miss a beat and drop three, miss a beat again, drop another three, Kanako couldn’t bear it any longer, it was too much of a hindrance.
In a fit of anger, she shut down the “Think Tank” directly, entering the shutdown code three tis for complete confirmation.
Get out of my sight!
The world beca clear.
Kanako felt a refreshing sense of relief throughout her body, her legs kicked straight out, and she furiously pressed the circular keys to the rhythm of the music blasting in the store.
In this ga, with each beat struck perfectly, the Frost Giant on the screen would accelerate its run.
Because both players were doing so well, it was already moving quickly, and the ga background passed by in a flash.
It streaked around the Northern Arctic at a breakneck pace, showing a scene typically only seen when looking out from a high-speed train, where everything is a blur.
Xu Yang’s fingers were getting sore, but he still didn’t miss a beat, and the score in the top right corner skyrocketed, reaching 20 million points, breaking the in-store record.
As the ga progressed into its later stages, Xu Yang woke up a few more cores of his processor to keep up with the speed of the music rhythm.
Kanako’s face turned ugly, her brows furrowed, her eyes reddening, as she desperately pressed the keys on the rhythm ga machine.
Her fingers felt so sore and tired, but this wasn’t a sensation she should have; she used to play even more, even more maniacally, and didn’t need a brain processor to play as well as she did now.
It was all about practice and being willing to spend ti.
She now rembered, she used to be imrsed in gas, racing through all sorts of fantasy worlds.
She had been a professional assassin, a mage, a sniper elite, a space war god, a demon slayer; in all of them, she was omnipotent, whether going to heaven or diving into the earth.
It was extrely fun—
Because the giant accelerated too quickly, the screen beca torn, no longer showing its movent, just a crisp sound of keys being struck in rapid succession, like a ceaseless rainfall.
At the end of the track, Xu Yang massaged his swollen fingers, leaned back, and displayed a score of 34 million points; the theoretical limit was 35 million points, leaving room for optimization.
Kanako collapsed onto the machine, tears streaming down her face, with a record of 31 million points on the screen.
“Why are you crying?” Xu Yang stroked Kanako’s shoulder.
“I just—” Kanako wiped away her tears, “I have to obey.
When I return to that ho, I must do whatever mom says.
If I don’t beco like this they will kill , no one will like .
Mom is in a lot of pain now, she’s aging and very suspicious.
I have to beco stronger.”
“Becoming stronger ans looking for soone like ?”
“You are the closest and best to , and I also believe you are the most excellent,” Kanako repeated.
“I know you, Xu Yang, I know you can definitely do it.
I was still thinking of you when I first got back ho, continually thinking about you, but later these thoughts beca less and less, without any emotion.
I think you and Farosa are probably worth hundreds of billions, and I want you to help .
Only then can I gain a better foothold in Xisheng, and survive after…
in case mom dies.”
“Let her go,” Xu Yang pointed to Senzoune outside.
“Ninja!” Senzoune drew out her shuriken, “I can’t leave!
I must take responsibility for Miss Kojima’s safety.”
“No…
he can also take responsibility for my safety,” Kanako took a deep breath.
“… You can go, I’ll give you a bonus in a few days; your family really needs you to earn money.”
Senzoune made a gesture on the spot and then disappeared into the smoke.
“The thing that affects your mind, I will eradicate it completely,” Xu Yang slowly scanned Kanako, helping her to completely sever the link with the “Think Tank” decision-support program.
Kanako could sense Xu Yang’s scan, but she let herself relax.
“Let’s go have fun,” she said.
“Just like before, no, wait, let’s et again in a mont.”
“I’ll wait for you right here,” Xu Yang sat down at the arcade seat.
Now it was a true reunion, not with an empty creation made by Xisheng, but with Kanako Kojima herself.
Kanako ran outside for a lap and then stepped into the arcade with a look of surprise on her face.
“Xu Yang!” her voice was cheerful, “Long ti no see!”
“I missed you,” Xu Yang stood up, “everybody on the shuttle machine misses you too, do you want to go back and see them?”
“No…
no, never mind,” Kanako was a bit nervous, “I don’t know how they would judge ; I’ve caused too much trouble for everyone.
Do you still rember Pan Ruiyi, who I brought trouble with?
She’s still on missions now, but is trying to find a way to stay in the Archipelago Continent permanently, so that we can join forces.”
“Right, we need Pan Ruiyi’s combat power,” Xu Yang nodded, “we’ll rescue her from her labor, she is one of the top elites among the Battle Witches.”
“After getting back ho, a lot has changed!” Kanako explained, “I really need your power to help, otherwise my family will consu completely!
I secured a safety contractor position for you, so now you can firmly establish yourselves in Aizu City, right?”
“But we still have to climb higher,” Xu Yang pointed upwards, “to Anjiu City, but Century Pure Land has eyes watching us there.”
“I did think of that layer, uh, to be precise, not , but I will also try hard in the future.” Kanako took out 10 exquisite implantation boxes from her inner pocket.
Each small box was no bigger than a palm, “These are jamming chips specifically designed to confuse the Century Pure Land System.
As long as they’re implanted under the skin, they can completely evade Century Pure Land’s search.
Initially, they were ant for Xisheng’s secret forces’ operations, but they must be useful to you as well.”
“That they are,” Xu Yang received the 10 chips, assuring at least 10 mbers could move around Anjiu City unaffected, even under the surveillance of “Century Pure Land.”
“It’s getting late,” Kanako walked to the arcade entrance, looking at the twilight canopy, “we will stay in touch more in the future.”
“Why are you leaving?” Xu Yang sat in his place, “It’s also a rare opportunity for you to co out, isn’t it?”
“Hm?” Kanako Kojima stood at the door, suddenly thinking of sothing.
Her heart raced.
Kanako had witnessed the absurd deeds perford by her Xisheng siblings at those parties, where chaos reigned everywhere.
Not only were there the company ladies who normally let on a submissive and elite quality, but there were also famous movie stars and pop artists from Modern Entertainnt.
Her sisters and niecestas each had their own way of playing, maintaining inappropriate relationships with nurous people, carrying on the style of their mother or grandmother.
Compared to them, her own little adventure was nothing at all.
That was also a Xisheng tradition, wasn’t it?
“Then I’ll stay for a couple more days,” Kanako leaned against the doorway, “I caused you so much trouble that day, and I said…
I would compensate a hundredfold.”
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