Gathering Street Tech

Upon seeing the system's note, Sister Ji instinctively shivered.

Otaku are disgusting!

What kind of seasoned otaku must have come up with such a bizarre task?

Although the feeling of unleashing ultimate skills infinitely with the support of the 'Regional Network' was very satisfying and the experience points were being gained at lightning speed, Sister Ji felt increasingly uneasy. The reason was simple: these illusory clones were increasing in number, emerging not only from the walls but also from the ground, the roof, and other places.

These cyber otaku have been online for so many years, they have so many clones that even I'm a little scared!

After leveling up three times, with all three attribute points added to strength, Sister Ji used implanted threads similar to those of Dongfang Bubai to level up all the way to the first floor. In the lobby of the nightclub, neon lights were flashing wildly, and there were men and women in scenes that were not suitable for children.

Miss Sakura stood alone at the entrance, her mechanical armor slicing through the air like a master butcher dissecting an ox. Any otaku who rushed into the club would be dissected, and interestingly, these dissected capsule people did not seem to be able to come back to life.

After a long while, the gate was finally closed again.

Sister Ji quickly moved closer and said, "Miss Sakura, are you planning to use the virtual reality experience built into the club's network to trap these capsule people?"

"As long as the main body is trapped within the local area network, the illusionary clone won't replicate. Is there a problem?"

"This is a big problem, ma'am, no, miss. These cyber nerds might lack practical experience, but their theoretical knowledge is all at a master level. Be careful they don't turn the tables on you!"

Miss Sakura paused for a moment, and then, in the next instant, the entire Red Dream Club collapsed, replaced by a digital space composed of red numbers.

Although Sister Ji couldn't understand the complex algorithms involved, she could clearly see that on the outermost edge of the digital space, strings of yellow personality codes, resembling a virus, were rapidly replicating, like gushing male hormones, frantically combining with the red codes in the digital space to form strings of gibberish.

This involves infiltrating the underlying layer of a local area network.

Miss Sakura's expression changed drastically. She quickly canceled the virtual love program and started scanning for viruses using the antivirus software that came with the local area network. In an instant, red codes, like a woman having a massive hemorrhage, frantically overwhelmed all the yellow gibberish.

The two reappeared in the nightclub lobby, which was empty.

However, the two were relieved for a short while when, in the next moment, the earth shook violently and countless arms reached out from the walls, the ground, and the roof.

"Walk!"

Miss Sakura made a quick decision and headed straight for the elevator. Only after the elevator doors crushed countless arms and closed completely did the two of them finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"What you say makes a lot of sense, but how do you know so much?"

Sister Ji opened her mouth, but she couldn't very well say that while others played online games, she played single-player games, then turned those single-player games into eroge (adult games), and that she spent all her time browsing the 3D section online, making her a seasoned veteran.

Thinking of this, Sister Ji's expression changed drastically. Oh no, I'm the otaku!

"What do we do now, little cherry blossom beauty?"

Miss Sakura glanced at her, temporarily ignoring the female android's offense.

"Madam will surely know about the attack on the local network. What we need to do now is buy time and wait for Madam to return."

"Moreover, the biggest advantage of local area networks compared to cyberspace is—"

"What is it?"

Miss Sakura's slender fingers seemed to be entwined with something in the air, then she suddenly pulled, and the next moment, the network was interrupted!

"Of course, you can disconnect from the internet at any time!"

The elevator came to a sudden stop with a loud bang, and Sister Ji was jolted into sitting down.

The two people's bodies were visibly "pixelated," turning into countless red numbers darting outwards, and soon only a skeleton pieced together by the local area network algorithm remained.

Just before the skeleton collapsed, Miss Sakura thrust in suddenly, and the elevator began to descend with another loud 'boom,' at the same time, the two figures once again transformed from illusion to reality.

The feeling of disconnecting and reconnecting to the internet was very similar to 3D motion sickness, which is the nausea caused by playing AAA games for a long time, only more severe. Sister Ji vomited decisively, vomiting up clumps of pixelated images.

"Reconnection of the sensory signals will cause physical discomfort for a period of time."

"What are these mosaics?" Sister Ji wiped her mouth and said disgustedly.

"The scrambled nerve signals might cause you headaches and fevers for several days when you return to reality. You can also have me perform brain surgery to repair it."

Just as Sister Ji was about to say something, the elevator doors slowly opened with a "ding".

What appeared before the two was darkness, but within the darkness, it seemed as if countless fireflies were dancing. Upon closer inspection, the two realized that these "fireflies" were actually glow sticks.

"A cheering event? A concert?"

Sister Ji was stunned for a moment. The next moment, countless cheering sticks waved at the same frequency, accompanied by frenzied shouts of "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" The enormous light pollution, like a mountain or a sea, engulfed the direction of the two suns. The elevator door, illuminated by this light, began to corrode.

Miss Sakura's expression changed drastically, and her ten mechanical claws shot out, their length comparable to Doctor Octopus's mechanical tentacles.

The sharp claws, like venomous snakes, clung tightly to the light pollution, delaying the elevator until the doors closed completely. With a loud 'boom,' the elevator continued its descent.

Looking at Ms. Sakura's arms, which looked as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid, a large amount of residual data was being poured down without restraint.

"In reality—"

"Amputation is necessary."

Miss Sakura calmly recounted something that sounded terrifying.

"Our brain's operating program has been cracked by hacking software; otherwise, it's inexplicable why the other side was able to find us so quickly."

"In other words, the other party can attack us at any time by following our IP address."

Sister Ji's expression changed drastically. "Then aren't we doomed?!"

Miss Sakura suddenly turned to look at Sister Ji, "By the way, my backup personality has entered the reboot phase. Are you ready?"

"Backup personality? I... I don't have one!" Sister Ji was dumbfounded.

"Then you're really finished."

"Aaaaaaah, I don't want to change my number!"

Sister Ji didn't notice that when she said this, Miss Sakura's lips curled up slightly.

"Bite--"

Sister Ji swallowed hard, staring intently at the elevator door. The last one was a cheering event, what is this one, an electronic music festival?

As a result, Sister Ji's eyes became sore from keeping them open, but the elevator doors still didn't open.

"Excuse me for asking, what are you looking at?"

Sister Ji suddenly turned around and saw a dead-fish-eyed boy looking at her curiously, while behind the elevator, another door had opened at some point.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Ahong, Cyber Hacker, and an assistant hired by your boss."

"You—" Sister Ji was dumbfounded.

"Looks like you don't have to die," Miss Sakura said expressionlessly.

Sister Ji suddenly realized that sometimes, women with no money, no job, and no income can be quite a source of envy and resentment.

Ah Hong entered the elevator, snapped his fingers, and suddenly up and down buttons appeared next to the close button. Ah Hong pressed the up button.

Although the operation seemed simple, Miss Sakura knew that this could only be achieved by hacking into the basic architecture of the local area network.

As the up button lit up, Sister Ji's expression changed. "Hey, you're not planning to take us back to the cheering scene, are you?"

"Everyone's giving their support, how can we leave out Adorlu?"

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened again, but this time, all the spotlights shone on the center of the stage. The light from the stage and the glow sticks competed with each other, occasionally igniting a string of coded flames.

Electric guitars, electronic drums, digital turntables—amidst the frenzied electronic music, the stage lights suddenly went out, and then, beams of light came on, revealing the figure of a young girl with each beam.

"Mechanical Girl Adorno!"

"Punk Girl Adorno!"

"Forced Colony Girl Adorable!"

"Construction Girl Adorlu!"

"Chainsaw Girl Adorno!"

"Cat-eared Girl Adorno!"

"Wolf Tail Girl Adorable!"

"We are Team Adorlu!!!"

In reality, in the old city, the senior engineer withdrew his gaze from the direction of the Red Dream Club and muttered to himself, "What's going on? I told you to go rescue people, and you're putting on a concert for me."

His gaze then fell on Madam Hongmeng beside him.

"And you, madam, your home is about to be raided by the Welfare Gang. Aren't you going back to protect it?"

Madam Hongmeng swiftly opened her small paper fan, covered her mouth, and chuckled, "Following Gao Sang is still the most fun."

The senior engineer became wary. "As a service provider, I don't mind the age of wealthy women, but you should know that the older they are, the higher their fees."

Lady Hongmeng remained elegant. "Unfortunately, you're not my type."

The senior engineer breathed a sigh of relief. "Which one do you prefer?"

"An old lady like me naturally prefers cute, fair-skinned, and handsome young men."

The senior engineer's expression changed drastically, and he silently took a step back.

If young women are rich, have little work, and live close to home, then old women are rich, talkative, and have a lot of trouble. He has a deep understanding of this; in his previous life, he had almost mastered all the techniques for elderly care.

I can no longer go online in front of this person.

The senior engineer chuckled dryly, "Then let's get started."

"OK."

With a thought, the electronic control system under the radiation field was activated. Centered on the engineer, the two rows of streetlights and surveillance cameras suddenly went off, and the lights dimmed one by one, quickly covering other blocks.

At the Gothic gang's stronghold, two figures suddenly descended from the sky. The next moment, countless blood gushed out, and in the gloomy, rainy weather, a large net enveloped the Gothic gang's stronghold.

As one Batman once said, if anyone dares to stop us from upholding justice, we'll stab them in the back.

That's exactly what the senior engineer planned to do.

Of course, talking about justice is a pretense; the real purpose is to talk business.

The real reason he started this street war was that he wanted to collect enough street technology to complete his transformation into a cyborg doctor.

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