Qing Chen carefully analyzed the chain of events.
He wanted to know whether something had happened that caused Artificial Intelligence's attitude to change. When he had first logged in, the Junlin had not yet crashed. At that time, Artificial Intelligence should have known he was aboard the Junlin. As its administrator, it naturally knew where the port was.
That was when Artificial Intelligence had remained neutral, even seeming somewhat impatient with him.
Later, the Junlin crashed, and he slipped into Farm Number 18 and obtained the butler's glasses.
By then, Artificial Intelligence had confirmed Yi's existence and spoke to him again, asking what the Federation's Artificial Intelligence liked and whether he would consider Yi one of his own kind.
After receiving his answer, it guided Qing Chen to Multiverse Number 8.
Qing Chen wondered whether the change in its attitude was because of him or because of Yi. It was probably Yi's influence.
So why did this Artificial Intelligence harbor such enormous goodwill toward Yi? Could it really be as he had guessed?
That was an exceptionally terrifying answer. If Qing Chen's guess was right, perhaps many people in the Eastern Continent Federation would be willing to believe it was true.
But no matter what, Artificial Intelligence had genuinely helped Qing Chen this time.
Or rather, it had given Qing Chen a home-field environment where losing was practically impossible, helping him harvest 9,999 people and skip levels!
At that moment, people were still charging into the poison zone one after another to kill Qing Chen, while Qing Chen tossed out one A-Class ultimate after another as if they cost nothing.
The people outside the poison zone were left numb from watching.
"Why is he fine inside the poison zone?!" the players cried in shock. "Is he cheating?!"
Someone shouted at