The effect of this move was hard to say for now, but it had certainly been bold enough.
After all, daring to "pull the plug" at such a critical moment meant that, at least on the player forums, pp Head's ancestors' graves had already been dug up countless times.
And if the mission failed, this former shut-in girl would most likely no longer be able to stay with the faction.
The biggest difference between cyberspace and the internet was that cyberspace calculated bandwidth by headcount. In other words, the more people were online, the better its signal and the faster its speed. Once everyone had been kicked offline, this virtual space seemed to drop from 5G to 2G all at once—the kind of state where even loading a page took several minutes.
It was as if the entire cyberspace had been stuffed into a "two-dimensional foil." Different data spaces began compressing toward the center, dropping from three dimensions to two, then from two dimensions to one.
During this process, the larger an individual's "data volume," the greater the pressure they endured. This was especially true for the Image Lady. Images themselves were "two-dimensional existences." Once such a vicious operation began, the entire city—or rather, the mosaics within the entire city—was first flattened, changing from three-dimensional forms into planes. Then the whole plane was broken apart into strands, like the picture on an old television that could not tune into a channel.
This shutdown was actually an indiscriminate AOE attack.
The Image Lady was crushed into a no-signal state, and the other large-data conceptual entities did not fare much better.
And within this "picture," a line of code suddenly appeared in a strange manner.
As the code increased, the mosaic screen diminished. It evolved from a black-and-white image into a color