Helmet Mod?

"No way, they're going to tear it down again!?"

On the contrary, the truly imaginative girl, "Mianmian Who Likes Sleeping," jumped up excitedly upon seeing this message!

"Great! I can finally get my brain fixed! I'm going to have short hair, I'm going to have a mohawk!!"

The notification was simple: all corporate members of the Research Association (followed by a string of company names) voted unanimously to abolish the brain-computer interface project and choose the virtual reality headset route instead.

All the modified "artificial data" will undergo "secondary modification" at a fixed location in each mechanical city; that is, the brain-computer interface will be removed and the back of the head will be repaired using bionic technology.

"Great, monk! I'm finally not worried about my brain leaking water anymore!" 'Mianmian Who Likes Sleeping' cheered. On her bob head, there was a noticeable indentation, which was the brain-computer interface hole the size of a fist!

However, "Brain Waterlogging" resulted in a loss of spirit and energy.

The player's XP is free, and his "Brain Waterlogging" makes him a complete brain-computer interface user.

He opened a "screen protector application group" he had created, and sure enough, the group was already in an uproar.

"Damn it, changing the technology route? Didn't I just waste my money buying that Brain-Computer Membrane?!"

"... Hey bro, is that the key point?"

"Of course it's crucial! This is bulletproof film! I bought it from the 'Watering Monk' (a nickname for a streamer), it cost me tens of thousands of mechanical coins."

"Speaking of which, if we remove the brain-computer interface, wouldn't all our previous modifications be wasted?"

"So what if you're wasting food? Haven't you wasted enough already?"

"That's true."

Behind every suitable prosthetic body, there are many unreliable prosthetic body implants. Prosthetic bodies can be removed, but the "modification rate" will not return to its original state just because you remove them.

Players frequently change their prosthetic bodies due to PvP needs, level increases, team requirements, and monster-hunting needs, resulting in a continuous increase in the modification rate of the same body part.

The human body has eight systems, and the maximum modification rate for each system is 100%. In other words, before level 90, that is, before ascension, human players have a total modification potential of 800%.

In reality, players utilize the modification rate very low; a 30% to 40% success rate is already at the level of top-tier players.

There are also some players who haphazardly modify their devices, with a success rate that's in the single digits.

So the topic of "renovation rate" quickly faded away.

The main point of discussion among players is why the "technical approach" should be changed.

"Ugh! I finally made up my mind to switch to the 'intelligent weapon' approach, using my 'Intelligent Type III Brain-Computer Interface' as the core. Now that the brain-computer interface is gone, what will happen to all this equipment I just bought?" —Shenmu

"Keep using it."

"Use it my foot! I'm not a neural editor; my consciousness is pitifully low, I don't have a brain-computer interface, how could I operate so many 'intelligent weapons'!"

"I won't switch, not even if you kill me. I'll just switch factions if necessary. My 'brain machine' is a rare gem, with four weapon slots!"

"Holy crap, you lucky bastard, take this!" —The unluckiest player in the game.

"I don't really care. My brand's 'brain-computer interface' technology is notoriously terrible. Anyway, guys, I'm going to get in line." —Punk

Actually, if you're not into skins or aesthetics, many players are willing to equip the Brain Machine. The reason is simple: this thing is generally a 'Tier 1 - Excellent' level equipment, and it's the kind that can be upgraded.

Get free equipment? What a great thing!

Now that NPCs want to take back equipment, players are immediately unhappy.

"Brain Waterlogging, Brother Watering, can the Brain-Computer Membrane regress?"

"..." Brain Waterlogging.

"Can you wash and reuse a disposable safety tool made of natural rubber that you've used?" another player complained.

Hehehe.

"Why not? That's how I use my cup; it's environmentally friendly."

Soon, the topic veered off in a direction unsuitable for children.

"Brain Waterlogging" silently closed the group chat, while "Mianmian" asked curiously:

"Monk, what level is your brain-computer interface? I see you've spent all the money you spent on repairing your brain membrane on upgrading your brain-computer interface."

"Brain Waterlogging" held up two fingers and said expressionlessly:

"Second-order, five insertion slots, and I also installed a custom-made 'control chip' on it."

Mianmian looked at him sympathetically and said, "Monk, why don't you switch sides?"

"Brain Waterlogging" let out a long sigh, feeling the capriciousness of fate.

Under his influence, Mianmian traveled a long way to join the Research Association because she could choose the brain-computer interface model.

But now, he is seriously considering whether or not to betray his faction.

Once you switch factions, all your previous reputation and points will be lost.

Just as he was struggling with the "Brain Waterlogging" issue, a "beep beep" sounded. It turned out that a fellow enthusiast from a small brain-computer interface group was tagging him. They had previously discussed how to upgrade their brain-computer interfaces.

"Hey bro, don't panic, the situation seems salvageable!"

"What do you say, bro!" "Brain Waterlogging" instantly perked him up.

The other person didn't speak, but instead forwarded a post—

Shocking! Virtual reality headsets are compatible with everything!

Ha?

As advertised when we first entered the game, Cyberworld is a 100% realistic game where NPCs possess advanced intelligence, each faction rises and falls, and players play a crucial role.

"Although the last sentence is nonsense, the competition between factions in the game is really fierce. One wrong move, and your company is gone. Players who joined a faction not only experience a sharp drop in level, but also lose almost all of their initial investment."

"The above are all natural disasters, but besides natural disasters, there are also man-made disasters!"

"A man-made disaster is when some brain-dead executive NPC suddenly announces a new technical plan, and then the old equipment can't be updated, can't be repaired, and even has to be completely rebuilt."

Players who follow the faction-based route will surely understand this deeply.

Sure enough, the comments section below the post contained a series of tearful tales from players of different factions.

Then, the poster changed the subject and posted a bunch of pictures showing long, dense queues.

"Look at that line, are you buying roast duck?"

A trendy online store?

"Everyone, this is the current situation in Mechanical City under the Research Association. These NPCs are all queuing up to dismantle the brain machines, including some of our brothers and sisters from the Research Association."

"But don't panic, everyone. I know you're all probably having a headache, wondering what to do with all the brainpower you've invested, and some are even considering running away. I can only tell you, friends, please don't do that! You'll regret it!"

The poster then shared another blueprint, showing a piece of equipment resembling a "motorcycle helmet," along with its stats. The stats weren't high; it was a Tier 1 basic item, the kind that players wouldn't use at this stage.

"This is the virtual reality headset I received. Disappointing, isn't it? It's a mass-produced product, and a low-level one at that. But that's not the point. The point is—"

The poster turned the helmet around and saw that there were more than a dozen different types of sockets on the back of the helmet, all of different models and strange shapes.

"That's right, everyone, this thing can connect to a brain-computer interface! Not only the dozen or so models shown above, but you can even actively request a different model when 'changing helmets' to enable brain-computer interaction."

Players were moved, to the point of being as moved as Apple compatibility with Android apps, or a modder adding a new trainer to the game.

"Holy crap, does this mean I don't need a brain-computer interface transplant?"

"You don't have to change it if you don't want to," the poster replied.

"666!"

"I'm so touched! Finally, I've found an NPC faction that doesn't cheat me!"

"They even offer a warranty! My family is devastated."

Many players have also raised objections.

"Isn't this like taking off your pants to fart?"

"It's widely used because it's a low-level, basic equipment. Would you use it if I gave it to you?"

"Since the brain-computer interface route has already been banned, why bother with this kind of operation?"

"Could it really be thinking of us players? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

Regardless, "Brain Waterlogging" breathed a sigh of relief; he was ready to "become a Cyber monk and worship Namo Gatling Bodhisattva" in the game.

Once he has enough money, he plans to build a super mecha in the shape of a Buddha statue, using force to save all living beings.

Brain-computer interface replacement is absolutely out of the question!

"Seeing this, are you all relieved? However, based on my personal experience, the queue is now stretching outside the Mechanical City. The wait can be 5-6 hours, or even a whole day. And who knows if this is a faction perk or a game bug? So, players who want to switch should hurry!!"

The poster then changed the subject once again.

"Therefore, I offer a queueing service. 5,000 Mechanical Coins for those within the top 10,000, 50,000 Mechanical Coins for those within the top 500, and 200,000 Mechanical Coins, or equivalent value in prosthetics, equipment, or blueprints, and the surgery will be performed immediately."

"Of course, if you guys have plenty of money, hehe, I also have special channels to get virtual helmets with exceptionally good stats. DM me if you're interested."

"Holy crap, scalpers!"

"Go to hell, scalpers!!!"

"This is outrageous! There are ticket scalpers in the game!"

"That lewd tone sounds so familiar... It's you, you swindler Baozi!"

"Brain Waterlogging" was taken aback, only then noticing that the poster had removed their anonymity and was none other than the legendary shrewd businessman, "I Love Baozi".

"You idiot, may Buddha send you to the eighteenth level of hell!"

While posting anonymously and cursing, "Brain Waterlogging" opened Baozi's private chat.

"Brother Baozi, give me the best seat, I need it urgently!"

"Hmph hmph hmph—"

In a VIP room of the Research Association, Baozi flicked his fingers while revealing his signature sly grin.

"We're rich! We've really struck it rich this time!"

The boss on the side couldn't help but complain:

"Baozi, could you please stop giving us that villainous smile? It makes us look like we're the worst people."

"Men who are a little bad don't love money," Baozi casually remarked. "By the way, where's Sister Ji?"

"Sister Ji went outside to look at handsome guys."

"Oh."