??Chapter 200: 113 Fictional City_2
Chapter 200: 113 Fictional City_2
According to the intelligence gathered by Lyu,
the first batch of New Federation agents had arrived at the Fifth Administrative Star, beginning their preliminary preparations.
The agents of the New Federation had all beco extrely cautious, strictly adhering to their operational protocols.
Among them, no one knew what the others’ missions were, as the information each agent received had been fragnted. Each person only needed to appear at a designated place and ti to execute their task, which might involve passing a packet of tissues in a starship cabin or changing the fuel cell of a hovercar at a ground charging station.
But when the actions of these individuals were interconnected, a vast intelligence network started operating efficiently.
The New Federation had mobilized not only two entire long-range fleets and precious special forces,
but the professional quality of this newly arrived group of agents was also significantly improved compared to previous batches.
The impression given to Yang Ming was that…
This sowhat reflected the deanor of the Central Intelligence Agency of the world’s second strongest nation.
…
Princess Dana lay sideways on her bed.
The maid looked at her worriedly and saw in Princess Dana’s near lifeless gaze an unspoken fury.
This anger seed poised to consu everything.
“We…”
“He insulted ,” Princess Dana muttered.
The maid bit her lips: “Should we report this to the superiors?”
“He insulted ,” Princess Dana clutched the sheets tightly, “He insulted !”
The maid spoke in a trembling voice: “I’m sorry, I, I was…”
Princess Dana closed her eyes and said, trembling,
“Gather the others, prepare to restart the key, I must make him pay.”
“I’ll go do it imdiately.”
The maid bowed her head and hurriedly left.
Princess Dana’s body continued to tremble, unable to regain calmness for a long ti.
…
“Boss, based on current intelligence, the New Federation was set to use the First Administrative Star, Fourth Administrative Star, and Fifth Administrative Star as springboards to directly attack Ilando Star. Over six hundred new agents had entered Ilando City through flights from these three Administrative Stars to the Head Star and began collecting information on the Imperial Palace.
“According to the partial intelligence we’ve intercepted…”
In the Star Patrol Ship’s captain’s lounge.
Yang Ming lay in a robe on an expensive single-seater sofa, listening to Lyu’s latest briefing.
Yang Ming’s physical condition determined that he had to consu als at regular tis and intervals and had to ensure at least four hours of sleep every day.
Of course, Yang Ming also had a ritual he must perform every few days — injecting himself with Genetic Stabilization Liquid.
After Lyu finished reporting, a satellite map of Ilando Star appeared in front of Yang Ming, which marked the main areas of New Federation agent activity.
Yang Ming muttered, “Are they targeting the Imperial Palace?”
“Currently, it appears so,” Lyu quickly said, “Their target could be soone in the Imperial Palace or the traits of the Luofeng Empire’s royal power.”
“Isn’t there a defense system in the Imperial Palace?”
“Yes, boss,” Lyu said slowly, “The mountain beneath the Imperial Palace didn’t just hide a military base; the base encompassed an anti-ship system.”
Yang Ming beca interested: “Is this the life-saving system of previous Wind Calendar emperors?”
“You could say so,” Lyu mumbled, “This doesn’t seem to be a good thing. The current Old Emperor is a bit deranged, and he has the authority to activate this system directly, which could lead to a significant disaster.”
Yang Ming chuckled, calmly shifting the topic: “How’s the preparation at the Thought Body side coming along?”
Lyu showed a trace of a smug smile: “The interview process could begin soon.”
Yang Ming stretched lazily and walked over to the oxygen generator, inhaling a few breaths of formula oxygen, imdiately feeling refreshed.
“Then let’s get started, what’s the hold-up? I can’t wait to et these chanical Thought Bodies you’ve developed.”
“You definitely won’t be disappointed, boss.”
“Uh,” Yang Ming reminded, “I still retain the right to erase them at any mont.”
“Of course,” Lyu shrugged, “You’re the boss, I’m just your secretary.”
Yang Ming snorted a laugh, opened a cabinet, and took out the perception helt Lyu had prepared in advance, proceeding to put it on behind his desk.
He hadn’t punched in at the bridge for two days now.
Fortunately, the star patrol ship had been on routine patrol lately, and the officers hadn’t raised any objections about it.
Putting on the helt, he activated the perception.
Yang Ming once again marveled at how similar this device was to the “Abyss” ga’s helt and then pondered again about the mysteries hidden within the “Abyss” ga.
Lyu’s figure appeared in front, guiding Yang Ming through the vast universe, reaching a dim star.
This was the Dark Star within the closed virtual network.
Ahead appeared a small triangular-wing spaceship, steadying itself in front of them.
Yang Ming controlled the virtual image and, accompanied by Lyu, boarded the ship’s cabin.
Yang Ming joked, “Still playing it so mysterious.”
“Boss, every world has its rules,” Lyu gently reminded, “For you, this fictional world is a construct of data, but for the chanical Thought Bodies living here, this place was real, a secondary ecosystem relying on the external material world.”
Yang Ming stated, “You could simply put it — ritual.”
“You could understand it that way,” Lyu smiled, “In the world of chanical Thought Bodies, ritual is incredibly significant.”
The triangular-wing spaceship slowly descended towards the Dark Star, and after entering the atmosphere, landed in a valley Yang Ming was quite familiar with.
The surface of the Dark Star in the fictional world was much like a real planet, with the sole difference being that an interdiate city had erged underground in the fictional world.
For ease of distinction, Lyu nad it Dark City.
They entered a ‘logistics base’ from a rock wall on the surface, taking a direct elevator to descend vertically.
A few minutes later, though knowing all before him was virtual data verified by the central brain, Yang Ming was slightly moved in his nerves by this underground tropolis.
The area was comparable to a district of Ilando City.
Above was simulated sky, and the ground was littered with rising and falling tall buildings, with diverse crowds everywhere.
The only difference from a real human city was the peculiarity of the “people” here — they were rely roughly humanoid, with chanical imprints on various body parts.
This style of combining flesh with machinery was indeed Lyu’s preference.
“No wonder you’re always yelling about running out of central brain power,” Yang Ming glared at Lyu, “How much computing power have you spent here?”
“Hee hee, not telling.”
Lyu, with hands behind her back, beca much more lively upon arriving here:
“I just have the highest administrative authority here, my central brain wasn’t spent on this, correlating to the. Thought Cultivation Room in our base.”
“Alright,” Yang Ming nodded, continuing to watch this city embedded in the strata, “Who do you want
to interview?”
“Boss, the residents you see in front are the elentary Thought Bodies randomly generated inside our base’s cultivation room.”
Lyu simply introduced:
“Elentary Thought Bodies perceive this place as the real world, they live within this social order, gain knowledge for themselves, construct more logical circuits, and gradually explore the truth of this world.
“When they uncover the truth of this world and withstand the reality of themselves being chanical Thought Bodies, they’ll be entered into the next layer of the fictional space by the cultivation room’s system, where they can grasp a simple understanding of our base.”
Yang Ming asked, “What if they can’t accept it?”
“Partially erase mories and logical circuits, and continue living in this city,” Lyu said calmly, “Each Thought Body had a system of birth, aging, illness, and death, and the ti flow rate here was over a thousand tis compared to the material world, saving quite a bit of computing power.”
“You’re indeed ruthless,” Yang Ming’s expression carried a hint of disdain.
Lyu slightly lifted her chin, “I’m the goddess here.”
Yang Ming casually pinched the back of the so-called goddess’s neck,
“Let’s save ti and quickly start the interview! We need to find so reliable chanical Thought Bodies; replacing a General, the environnt they face would be unimaginably complex.”
“Got it, boss.”
Lyu muttered,
“In this place, you’re going to have to leave
so face. To not let their minds go astray, I adopted a managent model of chanical religion, my authority was quite significant.”
chanical?
Religion?
Yang Ming wanted to critique but found no outlet.
Lyu led Yang Ming out of the elevator, ascending to the top of the most central tree-shaped building in the city.
Four chanical Thought Bodies stood calmly at the front, bowing to Yang Ming and Lyu upon their arrival.
It was clear they had been waiting for so ti.
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