The man's words fell.
Inside the Abyss Core, every alarm stopped for an instant.
The God of All Machines hadn't shut them off.
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It had frozen.
The Pink Mascot's projection hovered above the control console. Its expression cycled from terror to garbled static to blankness three times before it finally forced out several cold prompts.
[Analyzing keyword.] ["The last one": meaning unknown.] [Permissions fluctuation associated with "Jin" confirmed.] [Extremely high-level anchoring rules detected in the current Bronze Gate area.] [Recommendation: don't start insulting people.]
Yang Yu glanced at the prompts.
"Your advice keeps getting more pathetic."
The God of All Machines fell silent for half a beat.
[This is the mature response jointly endorsed by all Senior Executives.] [Additional recommendation: above all, don't immediately start charging fees, faking an injury for compensation, filing reports, or lodging complaints.]
Yang Yu's mouth twitched.
"You've got me all wrong."
Inside the Abyss Core, no one answered.
Even Little White merely gave a cold laugh.
Her meaning was obvious.
It wasn't a misunderstanding.
It was a conclusion drawn from experience.
Yang Yu ignored them.
He raised his head and looked at the five people before the Bronze Gate.
They were looking at him too.
Their gazes were complicated.
There was scrutiny.
There was surprise.
And a trace of absurdity they couldn't suppress.
They looked like ancient monsters who had waited at a station for countless years, only for the last overdue train to arrive and disgorge a ridiculous Player who seemed fresh out of the Novice Village but was covered in banned weapons.
The Barefoot Woman on the far left rose first.
She casually wound the strand of Star River in her hand into a slender ring