Chapter 217

As if the power supply was cut off instantly, all sounds disappeared instantly.

Mo Yi knew that this was the simulation he brought into the game and played a role.

As long as it is not blocked by the game's protection mechanism, it will begin to copy and evolve quickly at the moment of accessing the game, and will not stop until it completely occupys the game's body.

In front of me was a dark black like a swamp, all the light, shadow, sound and color were absorbed by it like a sponge, and only the cold silence surrounded it, covering it, covering the chest and facial features, and seeping into the body from every pore on the skin, slowly occupying Mo Yi's senses and mind.

He blinked in vain in the darkness, and his fingers groped his arms from bottom to top, looking for the faint bulge under his smooth and flat skin.

The sharp and sweet pain hit him from the skin, causing his nerves that were almost paralyzed by the darkness to tighten slightly.

It was the metal strip buried under Mo Yi's skin, with the code of the simulation being burnt on it, and it moved slightly under the skin as his fingers touched it-

It was not just the spiritual body that was brought into the game, but his body also entered.

At this moment, the darkness around me was stirred up like a chaotic lake water, everything seemed to be shaking silently and violently. A faint flash of current was involved in the darkness, just as a tiny radio interference was projected onto a huge screen, and everything around me seemed to be suppressed by huge unstable factors.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if some kind of force had broken through the invisible barrier, and the white flash ripped through the dark background.

The thick and deep darkness was stirred up instantly, as if the huge curtain was cut into countless thin and long gaps by a sharp blade, and the ragged fragments of the fabric fell into the dazzling pale.

At the junction of black and white, Mo Yi could see countless codes surging wildly.

This scene reminded him of the wound, and blood rushed out of the broken skin tissue, and the pale and rolled flesh was like a terrifying creature left after the catastrophe, lying quietly on his body.

The simulation body that had been set was copied in geometric multiples, swallowing and eroding every free data surging in the darkness according to the established trajectory. Everything happened in silence and silence, like a grand pantomime, the two forces were competing for the sky, but one side finally retreated in a mess.

The huge white wounds tore the dark mud, and sharp scratches spread everywhere in sight.

Mo Yi stared at the strange scene in front of him with his breath. It seemed to have some irresistible attraction, attracting his gaze, his attention, and his whole mind like a black hole.

The trembling code flashed with a fluorescent blue light, just like when he first saw it, jumping in the sky and flowing out of the shattered cracks...

Then—dark, fall.

The more aggressive code is copied frantically at a speed that is difficult to capture by the naked eye, occupying and swallowing every inch of space, turning everything you encounter into your own nutrients and transforming it into part of yourself. Mo Yi's eyes follow his code and pouring deeper into the darkness.

There, he saw some hard and dark kernel.

Curled quietly in the depths of the darkness, wrapped in thick black and mud-like gel substance. The snow-white lightning teared the hard shell on the outside like a sharp blade and cut it towards the core.

... Before he even had time to use his backup plan, his first plan had already succeeded.

This is really...

Too easy.

An uncontrollable panic surged in Mo Yi's heart, sweeping through every cell on his body like a wave, sounding an alarm in his brain. He didn't have time to think too much, nor did he think deeply, and subconsciously touched the program's emergency braking code from above his arm - there was buried there.

The flesh was torn, and blood and the small black metal strips were absorbed by the surging material around them.

As if time was paused, the forward white edge instantly stopped a few inches away from the black core.

Mo Yi trembled and let out a long breath. Then he realized that the clothes behind him were all wet. He reached out to cover the wound on his arm, and dark red blood overflowed through his fingers.

At this moment, the gelatinous object wrapped in the pitch-black core suddenly rolled.

Black and white are in contact.

It seemed as if the switch was turned on again, and the pale color spread instantly. The originally paused swallowing began again, and extended toward the depths of the darkness at a faster speed.

Mo Yi felt his heartbeat pause in an instant.

In the silent dead silence, a subtle and light sound of "click" seemed particularly clear.

The black core wrapped in gelatinous object has turned into strangely pale, the shell is dry and cracked, and then it suddenly bursts out as if it can no longer bear more pressure!

Everything around him began to shake and tremble violently, and white swallowed up the last bit of black. The entire vast space turned into pale without vitality. A luminous light white halo replaced the pitch-black and hard inner black, floating quietly in its previous position.

Logically speaking, Mo Yi succeeded.

The simulation body implanted in the cover program successfully replaced the game's intelligent program, and even seized control of the entire game space.

The game lost.

But Mo Yi's heart slowly sank, and speechless panic and uneasiness surged in his heart, as if dry cotton blocked his throat. The suffocation made his eyes turn black and his hands and feet cold.

The broken shell of the dark core floated quietly in the pale space, and the huge impact force burst out made them spread throughout the space.

A corroded, almost unrecognizable piece of metal floated past Mo Yi's eyes.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand, his stiff and almost unreachable fingers trembled slightly in the air, and put the metal piece into his palm. The corroded and twisted pattern on it looked so familiar, as if a sharp weapon was nailed into his brain, and the almost crazy pain spread, almost making him unable to continue thinking.

He has seen this pattern in the laboratory.

I have also seen it on the instruments sent to my study.

Mo Yi turned the thin metal piece behind him, and the mottled and old surface was written with several extremely difficult words:

It will be put into use on August 14, 20xx.

This date is...
Chapter completed!