The players lifted the still-dazed Blood Lion Roar and left the theater, only relaxing once they reached the corner of the corridor and confird that the Horse-headed Man wasn’t tailing them.
Blood Lion Roar’s eyes were lifeless, and his expression was dazed, probably still lost in his earlier mories.
Red Spider called out a few tis in vain, then turned to Binary Tree hesitantly, "Brother Tree, is there no problem with you deleting so much mory earlier?"
Personality is constructed from mories, and deleting mories is bound to cause changes in personality. If Binary Tree deletes too many mories and turns from a ticulous and rational programr into a rebellious young spitfire, that’d be trouble.
"It’s fine, I made a backup."
Binary Tree first downed a bottle of Micro Life Potion to reconnect the neurons in his brain, then plugged a USB drive into his VR glasses.
The USB drive contained the mories he deleted,
Although the imrsive feeling experienced through the VR glasses can’t be as original as the initial mories, it’s better than complete mory loss and can lessen the impact on personality.
"Whew—"
Binary Tree exhaled a cloud of stale air to clear his mind, suddenly rembering sothing, he removed the action cara from himself and manually deleted the segnt where Li Cheng comnted on India,
Then he awkwardly said to Li Cheng, "Well, Brother Pifu, there are quite a few Indian players in the killing field."
The killing field doesn’t select players based on race, nationality, or region, focusing on randomness complented by individual overall qualifications.
This results in countries with larger populations having an advantage in producing players.
As the world’s most populous country, regardless of whether India has one hundred million people and thirteen billion livestock, or whether cow dung and urine are used as dicine or food,
the sheer number of people ensures that the number of players produced is always higher than in European countries.
Yet another hellish aspect is that due to powerful local forces in India, Brahmin and Kshatriya players have long allied to hunt and capture players of the Vaishya, Shudra, and Dalit castes,
stripping them of their qualifications and selling them abroad or transferring them to their offspring and relatives.
For the very few untouchable players who manage to climb up, they are given a "flag-raising" to elevate their caste and intermarry.
All this causes the total number of Indian players to be much greater than that of their forr colonial master, the UK.
These "High Indians" shout love for their country but don’t join any Indian official organizations. Instead, they disperse across various guilds, using their skill in crafting delectable powerpoints for senior leaders to secure mid-level positions in guilds,
and with each Indian, they bring along a group of friends and family, increasing like cockroaches.
The only good news is that as the player levels rise, the killing field missions progressively beco more difficult, with Lv10, Lv20, Lv30 acting like filters effectively sifting out or outright eliminating the majority of Indian players.
At the very top Lv40, there isn’t a single Indian.
"Doesn’t matter."
Li Cheng shrugged, "Lies won’t hurt people, but truth is a sharp knife. Can they ban like they banned Watson?"
Li Cheng’s reference to Watson is about Jas Dewey Watson, who won the Nobel Prize in 1953 with Crick for discovering the double helix structure of DNA and was hailed as the father of DNA,
yet in his later years, he made comnts that "Blacks are an un-evolved race, with low intelligence," leading to him being ostracized and stripped of honors by the academic community.
Uh...he just wasn’t fortunate enough to hit the right ti. No scientist would dare risk political correctness to test the relationship between IQ and racial genes, leaving the academic community to ban him on grounds of racial discrimination.
If it were the Evil Science Alliance, they’d surely use a cloning chamber to raise thousands of babies of different races under the sa growth and education conditions for a long-term study.
"Oh right."
Li Cheng rembered sothing and asked Binary Tree, "Brother Tree, in your database, can you search for the ’Red Star Orphanage’?"
"Red Star Orphanage?"
Binary Tree paused for a mont, then shook his head, "I’ve disconnected from the surface internet, and the content in my local database is limited. Didn’t find anything. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
"When the Horse-headed Man scanned my mory earlier, I also saw a small segnt of his mory."
Li Cheng tapped the Information Integration Glasses on his nose bridge, "This na flashed across the screen."
"This..."
Binary Tree furrowed his brow, unable to fathom it, "Could it be that the Horse-headed Man S originally was an Earth human? Accidentally falling into the Secret Realm turned him into a transcendent existence?
No, if he were an Earth human, he should have snatched the player’s qualifications instantly to return to Earth..."
This issue remains unsolved for now, and the confusion has to be temporarily set aside.
anwhile, Blood Lion Roar regains clarity, patting his head which had previously been under a puppet’s control, he awkwardly coughed, saying: "By the way, that’s really my friend’s phone, not mine."
"Hmm hmm."
"We believe you."
"Yeah, right, right."
Li Cheng and his two companions nodded in agreent with insincere words, noting that Blood Lion Roar’s mory halted at the mont of being controlled by the woman in black, unable to recall anything else.
After a brief discussion, he estimated the height of the passage and signaled everyone to step back, taking out a War dal and drawing a stroke across the void himself.
The space ripped apart and Blood Lion Roar summoned a heavy-duty truck emblazoned with a lion emblem from the fissure, waving everyone to climb on—moving through the underground tunnel with a vehicle is much faster than on two legs.
"Pretty cool."
Li Cheng patted the vehicle’s exterior, the surface of the heavy-duty truck adorned with machine gun turrets, riveted armor, and sharp spikes, resembling a post-apocalyptic vehicle.
"Of course, I’ve spent at least eighty thousand Ga Coins on this truck."
Blood Lion Roar seed quite proud, exhibiting a rough exterior but possessing a rather easygoing personality.
The [chanical War Thunder] guild is renowned for cha manufacturing and repair, most of its mbers being cha enthusiasts.
This heavy-duty truck clearly has the ability to switch into a cha form at crucial monts like a Transforr.
"What’s with these stickers?"
Gray Rain noticed that beneath the lion emblem, a variety of dozens of stickers were attached, ranging from planes and tanks to various monsters. Mysteriously, there were even several horizontally placed human-shaped stickers in the front row.
"My kill record."
Since all his previous mories had already been exposed, Blood Lion Roar didn’t bother hiding his true identity, stepping on the accelerator while casually comnting, "Back then I was lucky,
while driving a heavy-duty truck across the border, I accidentally hit and killed a truckload of terrorists carrying cross-border looted player qualifications, not only remained unscathed but also incidentally gained player qualifications alongside the Special Affairs Bureau’s banner and bonus."
So that’s why all those tanks and aircraft are upright, while only the human-shaped stickers are placed horizontally...
Li Cheng and others wore odd expressions as they clung to the vehicle, steering forward toward the end of the passage.
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