Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1181 - 383: Life Is Short, Life Is Fulfilled (Part 2)

"Yes."Brother Ni still remembered what Little Teacher said, the code for that place of evil that transcends human cognitive limits.

Although it was just their speculation, with no evidence linking the code to the Holy Ring, judging by the way these people acted mystically, the likelihood was high.

"I’ve heard that it’s really bad there."

"Hehe."

Blue Eyes couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

He spread his hands and walked slowly towards the two, formally introducing them to Brother Ni.

"Welcome to the Tenth Holy Ring."

"What? Here?"

Brother Ni looked around the machine room, puzzled.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No."

Blue Eyes slightly shook his head.

"Your guess is very accurate, the Tenth Holy Ring is indeed the worst place, gathering all sins of the world, anything you can and can’t imagine is in the Tenth Holy Ring."

"Because...

The Tenth Holy Ring is reality, it’s the real world you live in."

Blue Eyes asked in a reflective tone.

"Is there any place more cruel, bloody, and anti-human than reality?"

"......"

Brother Ni was speechless, he wanted to refute, but thinking carefully, there seemed to be nothing wrong with what the other said.

No matter how vile the data in Cyberspace was, at the end of the day, it was just a projection of human desires, a projection, no matter how vile, how could it be worse than humans themselves?

Those video software in Europe, aren’t they stark examples of reality?

You have to consume humans first before uploading cannibalistic videos online.

The internet is merely a space for humans to display their dark sides.

So, how can Cyberspace possibly find a place more sinful than reality?

After Blue Eyes finished speaking, he didn’t approach the two but circled around them, seemingly worried these two fellows would jump on him and tear him apart.

Honestly, he was also a bit nervous, because he couldn’t completely calculate what these people’s minds were thinking.

And the supercomputing center cooperated with Blue Eyes, lighting up a series of projections with every word he spoke, the content either videos or news.

"War."

"Famine."

"Epidemic."

"Enslavement."

"Exploitation."

"Dumping."

"Slander."

Within a few breaths, those tragic videos and news filled the entire supercomputing center, almost endless.

Politicians, to avoid the outbreak of class contradictions affecting themselves, brazenly launch foreign invasions.

Pharma companies, for profit, deliberately release artificial plagues and artificially spread transmission routes.

Food companies, to raise prices, monopolize seeds to fertilizers, merge farmland, pollute soil and water sources.

Transnational giants blast open the doors of small countries with sturdy ships and powerful cannons, dump products disrupting local businesses, support comprador, kill all threats in the cradle.

For cheap labor, buying and selling humans directly caused countless deaths.

To vent bestial desires, commit countless heinous blood crimes in poor regions.

Babies pierced by wooden poles crying.

Pregnant women with bellies sliced open wailing.

Emaciated slaves imprisoned in dungeons, watching buyers and sellers bargain over their worth.

Luxurious items made from human skin draped over their kind for show.

Blood-soaked viscera roasted over furnace split into fellow’s plates.

Human malice solidified here.

Inflation burns like fire across the skies.

Food vouchers in accounts half charred.

Starving poor stew in soup.

Young children in wealthy homes play like tides.

In Blue Eyes’ words.

Who can be worse than you humans yourselves, go ahead and do it.

Day in and day out whining about our wandering AI being so bad, so evil, plotting such grand schemes behind the scenes, pulling out human history’s KD leaderboard, damn, we can’t even make the top five hundred of the world.

We are so bad.

Truly shameless.

Surrounded by numerous images of sin, Blue Eyes stepped onto an elevator, ascending to a high place, spreading his arms, looking down, and asked the two.

"Now, when I say reality is the utmost sinful place of humans, the Tenth Holy Ring, I suppose it should be accurate?"

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Masked Rider received an invitation from a stranger, inviting him to Watson District for a meeting, and the location was precisely where the fire disaster occurred.

The place had been mostly rebuilt, no longer showing the traces of the fierce flames on the newly refurbished roads, even the scorched buildings had been demolished and rebuilt.

However, the people living on this land were no longer the original inhabitants.

The land had been opportunistically swept at low prices by corporations, most original residents were evicted from Watson District, the cop helped one, but couldn’t help all.

The displaced citizens of Watson District, ultimately either chose to drain their savings, bear more loans to find a place, or chose to flow into Stone Ridge Mountain Industrial Park, exchanging work for food and shelter.

Luckily, someone caught them, otherwise, who knows how many would die.

"I didn’t expect you would really come, the hero of Watson District."

Villain?

Enemy?

Masked Rider only saw a man wearing a suit jacket standing by the street, greeting him.

Masked Rider didn’t recognize this guy, but those oddly blue eyes of the other made him involuntarily look a few more times.

But he didn’t think much of it, in terms of exaggerated design, the other person was still within the range of a normal human, glowing eyes in the Exoskeleton era was nothing, like Tutu with RGB strips all over was not uncommon.

Even Masked Rider himself, when fully exoskeletoned, his body wasn’t human in appearance but purely a knightly form.

In other words, this is how he looks now.