R-Star Software, Game Vehicles Appearing in Reality

Since he had modified her engine and weaponry, she no longer dared to underestimate Merlin, this human high school student. And with the mystery he had displayed today, she found him even harder to read.

"No problem." Merlin naturally agreed without hesitation.

But soon, something occurred to him, and he asked Arcee curiously, "You have two sisters, right?"

"Yes, how do you know?" Arcee was a bit puzzled.

"I noticed during the transfer just now. They seem to share a common core with you."

"You invaded my program?" Arcee's voice turned cold.

"Don't forget, I rebuilt your entire body." Merlin pointed at her atomic engine, which glowed blue, then asked, "Since you share a core, do you also share sensations?"

Arcee, who had been somewhat angry, suddenly flushed. Without a word, she crouched down and quickly transformed into a Ducati motorcycle.

"Hey, you haven't answered me yet." Merlin tapped her frame.

But no matter how he called out, she gave no response.

"I just want to know about your linking technology." Merlin wanted to see if he could use the shared technology of Arcee's Sisters to weave a massive supercomputer from a single AllSpark core, thereby building a Mechanical Legion.

Watching Arcee remain motionless, as if burying her head in shame, Merlin replayed his own words and soon raised an eyebrow in understanding.

Well, that question was indeed a bit abrupt.

The next day, Midtown High School.

"Hey, Flesher, did a new app show up on your phone last night?"

"R Star? You got it too?"

"Of course. It popped up yesterday while I was doing the Doomsday Mission. I became a player. What about you?"

"I agreed too. I want to see if the stuff in the shop is real. If it is, I'm definitely buying an Oppressor."

"What are you guys talking about? What app?"

"You don't have it?"

"No, I have no idea what you're saying."

"Oh, shit. Why wasn't I invited to be a player? This is definitely discrimination against us black people."

"It's probably because you didn't buy the game."

Among the three of Flesher's group, only the black guy hadn't received the invitation.

When Peter walked into the school, the students around him were all excitedly discussing the new R Star app on their phones.

To these teenagers, it was undoubtedly something thrilling and cool.

After becoming players, they could take on tasks to earn money, and even buy vehicles and weapons that only existed in the game.

Besides that, there were properties like nightclubs and apartments to purchase.

"Vroom vroom..." Suddenly, a low roar sounded at the school gate, followed by a sleek black Vigilante pulling up.

"Oh my god, a Batmobile?"

"No, that's a Vigilante. What the hell?"

"No way, did someone actually buy one?"

Though the Vigilante was pitch black, it stood out like it was under a spotlight, drawing everyone's attention.

In real life, no man could resist that vehicle.

Just then, the Vigilante's door slowly opened, and a clean-cut boy with brown curly hair stepped out.

"Harry!" As soon as he appeared, someone recognized him.

Harry Osborn, son of the president of Osborn Industries.

"Oh, look! That's Saint Taro! My favorite bike."

"And behind that... Santolau!"

Superburn, Beefe Wuuf, Land Comet...

Excited shouts rose and fell at the school gate. Those who hadn't downloaded the game or become players could only stare blankly, completely lost as to what everyone was cheering about.

As one vehicle after another from Grand Theft Auto appeared, all sorts of bizarre, concept-car-like rides filled the parking lot, as if a car show were underway.

The students of Midtown High only then realized how many rich kids were among their classmates.

They had only received the game invitation last night, and already people were driving game cars to school today.

Last night, after becoming players, the impulsive ones had placed orders directly in the game, while the more cautious had excitedly driven to physical stores to confirm, then picked up a vehicle on the spot.

Many people were still going for special vehicles like the Superburn, the Vigilante, and the Oppressor—those equipped with nitro boost and Atomic Engines—but due to limited quantities, only a very small number actually managed to buy them.

Harry was clearly one of them.

At the same time, with the platform's expansion and the growing player base, the R Star APP—much like Radiation—had stirred up considerable unrest in Apple City, even drawing some attention away from the news about Stark shutting down his weapons business.

But since all the platform's stores were set up in Hell's Kitchen, anyone wanting to make a move had to think twice.

Meanwhile, Merlin, still among his classmates, watched vehicle after vehicle drive past the school gates, his grin nearly splitting his face.

Throughout the night, the zeros after the amount never stopped multiplying—it was an explosive surge, faster than printing money.

The robotic arms on the smart production line were practically smoking from the workload.

After seeing that people really had bought in-game vehicles, many others couldn't hold back and placed orders.

Even now, Merlin's balance was still climbing rapidly.

But for the moment, Apple City only had a few tens of thousands of players at most. It wouldn't be long before things stabilized, and then people would start taking on missions.

Peter looked at the R Star app on his phone, then glanced around at the students excitedly discussing the game. The hesitation in his eyes hardened into resolve.

That evening, Peter returned to the sewers to meet up with Professor Connors.

Still wanted by the authorities, Professor Connors hadn't dared to go out, leaving Peter to scout the situation.

"How is it?" Seeing Peter come back, Connors asked eagerly.

"A lot of my classmates installed this app on their phones last night, and some even bought the vehicles displayed in the shop."

"The missions are real. This platform can definitely get us the materials for the Canary Device." Peter said excitedly.

"Calm down, calm down, Peter." Seeing Peter already itching to take on a mission, Connors quickly tried to soothe him.

"We need to think about what this platform's goal is."

"Goal? Either it's for money, or it's some lunatic looking for chaos. Either way, it won't affect us much."

"We don't have a way back, Professor!" Peter clenched his fists, speaking seriously.

Hearing this, Professor Connors fell silent.

Yeah, they had nothing left to lose.