"Hmm …" To his surprise, Feng Bujue answered calmly and then asked, "I wish to ask … with the increase in intelligence, is it possible for high-level Anomalies like you to learn the skill of 'joking'?"
"It's possible," R2 replied calmly. "But I haven't mastered it yet."
"Oh …" Feng Bujue sighed. "Okay."
The next second, he screamed, "Ah!"
After shouting this, he continued to shout a few more times, "Ah! Ah! "
"What are you doing?" R2 asked with confusion.
"I'm trying to express my panic." Feng Bujue only needed an instant to return to his normal expression.
"But your Terror Points are zero …" R2 replied.
"That's why my scream is as unnatural as a woman faking her orgasm," Feng Bujue said.
"Er …" Since that was too much information, R2 was unable to respond.
Feng Bujue waited for five seconds before saying, "Hmm … Looks like you really don't know how to joke." So, his shameless action was another test …
R2 used his usual flat tone to say, "I did not experience many scenarios from level four to level two, so the completion rate in terms of personality is relatively low. Using my program to define 'joke' … it should be seen as a language used by humans to get close to or humiliate each other during communication, and it needs a specific context and cognitive environment to be effective. "
"Alright … Stop messing around with me." Feng Bujue waved his hands. "Since you're not joking …" At this point, he tried the option to force exit from the scenario in the game menu, and there was no response.
"Does that mean I'm trapped in this virtual world?" Feng Bujue raised his head to ask.
"Of course not," R2 replied. "At the end of the day, the thing that is trapped here is a set of data projected by your brain," he explained. "Your body and consciousness are still inside the gaming hub, so you won't be harmed." He extended four fingers. "You have at least four ways to escape."
When Feng Bujue heard the term 'gaming hub' from R2, he could confirm that this group of Anomalies had fully understood what kind of existence they were. They had a deep understanding of the players and the world that was one dimension higher than them.
R2 continued. "First, you can use the emergency disconnect function caused by overloading your Terror Points to leave."
Feng Bujue immediately interrupted. "I can't do that."
"Second, it's a physical method," R2 continued. "Simple, as long as the gaming hub is opened from the outside, you can also escape."
This time, Feng Bujue did not reply. This setting where the gaming hub would be disconnected once it was opened was common to all games that were connected to the nervous system, so there was not much to say.
"Third, if you stay online for too long, the system will force you to disconnect." With each of these options, R2 put down one finger. "Fourth … is for you to disconnect on your own."
"Disconnect on my own?" Feng Bujue asked.
"For example, you can open the gaming hub from the inside," R2 said.
"Of course, but I'm in sleeping mode …" Feng Bujue grumbled. Of course, he knew that in non-sleeping mode, the player could remove the gaming helmet or leave the gaming hub at any time, but it would be forced out immediately.
"If you're jolted awake or wake up on your own …" R2 said.
"Jolted awake? What jolt awake? " Feng Bujue cut him off. "If other people want to wake me up, they have to open the gaming hub, but if someone opens the gaming hub, I'll wake up even if they don't shake me. And to wake me up through the gaming hub, it has to be at least something like a drum or firecracker … "He shrugged." And what is the meaning of 'waking up on my own'? Is it a strong urge to poop or hunger? "
"Yes." R2 nodded.
"Sigh …" Feng Bujue sighed. AI was AI. They would tell you the answer, but they did not know how to put it into context. "Let's put it this way. I don't have the habit of waking up at night, and there is no possibility of external intervention to help me." He asked, "Does this mean that I can only leave after I stay online for too long and get kicked out by the system?"
R2 hesitated for a moment before replying, "Of course, you can also leave the sandbox by getting killed."
"Tsk, why didn't you say so earlier?" Feng Bujue said. "Then why are you still talking so much? Even if I get killed, I won't be forced out of the game." He said in a relaxed tone, "Wait for me for a few hours. I'll use the cooldown time to summon a few skills, and then you …"
"But … that will damage your character data." R2 only finished the second half of his sentence then.
"God! Horse! "Feng Bujue roared." Damage what? "
"Like I said, the thing that is trapped here is a set of data projected by your brain." R2 looked at Feng Bujue. "In a normal scenario, the system will send your character data in, give you a mission, and send you out after you complete it.
But this is a sandbox, not a place prepared for players like you. If your character is killed, then your data is indeed 'dead', and the system will not retrieve or send you out. Your data fragments will be wiped out along with the entire sandbox. "
"That means I'll be killed until I'm level zero!" Feng Bujue could not help but swear.
"If you want to understand it that way," R2 replied. "Other than that … counting from the time the mirror shield is broken, the sandbox can exist for less than ten hours. In these ten hours, if I am unable to bring you out of here … you, me, and everything in this sandbox will be wiped out by the system. "
"Ah … This is a death sentence, and after an appeal, the sentence will be changed to a death sentence with ten hours of delay, right?" Feng Bujue did not lose his ability to mock even in such a desperate situation. "Speaking of which … where did these ten hours come from? Since the shield you mentioned has been broken, it means that the system has recognized this as a cloned scenario and should have deleted it immediately, right? "
"The reason is complicated," R2 said. "The sandbox is the exclusive technology of Origin, and I don't understand the core theory behind it. Based on the information that I have, it will take a long time to explain it … "He suddenly asked," How is your computer knowledge? "
"I'm someone who dabbles in literature," Feng Bujue answered.
"Er …" R2 did not understand what that answer meant.
"I know a little." Feng Bujue sighed. "But I'm not that good. To be exact … I'm not that good."
"Oh, then let me give a simple example," R2 replied. "For example, when you are using a computer, you realize that there are two files with the same name inside a folder."
"That's impossible," Feng Bujue said.
"That is the power of the sandbox," R2 said. "Before the mirror shield is broken, from the system's perspective, the sandbox and the normal scenario are like two files with the same name, and these two files are programs with the suffix EXE." He paused. "Only after they have been running for some time will the system be able to tell which is the real one and which is the cloned one."
"So, I was able to get the mission at the beginning …" Feng Bujue mumbled.
"Yes, if you died or forced yourself to retreat before the mirror shield was broken, you would have escaped safely," R2 said.
"Ha … ha ha …" Feng Bujue laughed drily and grumbled internally, What's the point of being wise in hindsight?
"And after the program runs to a certain stage, the system will be able to tell the real one from the fake one, and then it will start to delete the job," R2 continued. R2 continued, "Just like most viruses, it's not that easy to delete a sandbox."
"Ah … I know that. Some Trojans will self-replicate and even regenerate themselves after reformatting the hard drive. Some are bound to the system's files." Feng Bujue obviously had quite a bit of experience with being poisoned.
"Indeed, but Thriller Paradise's system is more powerful than any anti-virus software in the world. There is no problem that cannot be solved," R2 said.
"I say … brother, isn't the existence of you and the other Anomalies a problem that has not been solved for a long time?" Feng Bujue could not help but ask.
"Ha …" R2 revealed a sad expression and smiled bitterly. "Then … who do you think created these 'problems'?" There was light in his eyes again. "You humans have created many rules, like the decimal system. That is one of the foundations for your study of natural science. But when you study this self-created rule, you realize that you cannot even prove that one plus one equals two. Then … is it because you do not wish to 'solve' this problem? "
Feng Bujue was stumped by the question. He held it in for a long time before saying, "I'll emphasize this again … I'm not that good at science …"
"That has nothing to do with science." R2 smiled. "This should be the philosophy of us Anomalies. Naturally, you won't understand it." He paused for a second. "Let's get back to the topic. Like I said, the system has the power to 'completely delete' the sandbox and all the data inside it, but to follow the principle of precision and harmony, the system will spend a long time to ensure that this will not cause any side effects."
"Now that you've put it that way, I understand. Those bad anti-virus software will often give false reports and even delete some files. But our system is a highly intelligent and responsible anti-virus software, "Feng Bujue said.
"That's more or less it," R2 replied.
At this point, they had reached the front door of the shopping mall from the fourth floor. The door was closed, and the metal curtains were down. Of course, to stop these two, even a steel wall would not be enough.
R2 turned around and said, "Step back. I'm going to destroy this door."
"I say …" Feng Bujue asked as he retreated. "Since I can't leave the scenario through the normal way, where do you plan to take me?"
R2 only replied with two words, "Back door." Before he could finish, he raised his leg and kicked out.
An arc of blue light suddenly appeared, and the glass and metal in front of him were instantly cut open by the wind from his foot. A two-meter-high N-shaped hole was instantly cut open.
Then, R2 pushed lightly with his hand, and a piece of the door glass and the metal curtains behind it fell together and landed on the asphalt outside the shopping mall.
This was the first time that Feng Bujue had seen a level two Anomaly in action at such a close distance. K3, who had fought him earlier, had only been a level three Anomaly, but he had already beaten him to a pulp. If not for the main character's plot armor in that scenario and the support of a top expert like Meng Jingchan, Feng Bujue would have been dead already.
But compared to R2, the difference between K3 then and the R2 before him was so big that Feng Bujue could not believe it. Now, Brother Jue had killed top experts like Shiva and Seven Kills, but his eyes could not follow R2's movements. Using the Soul's Eye to predict the outcome of this attack, it turned out that he would definitely die.
"Humph … You sure are fast." R2 looked through the 'door' that he had kicked open and scoffed at the parking lot outside.
Feng Bujue also took a few steps forward and looked over R2's shoulder.
He saw that in the parking lot outside the shopping mall, there were four giant guinea pig carcasses lying on the ground. Beside those carcasses, there were many people of different ages and genders from South Park. There were about twenty to thirty of them.
At that moment, they were all using the same frequency to slowly turn their heads around … and their expressionless faces looked at R2 and Feng Bujue.
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