Scapegoat in the Tomb

"Administrator, someone has triggered the Class Two Safety Regulation."

The Main God's prompt remained exceptionally calm, and the listener's reaction was exactly the same.

"What are the specific circumstances?"

A phantom light screen suddenly unfurled before him. The view descended continuously from satellite altitude, pierced through the clouds, and overlooked the land, eventually focusing on a barren desert far away, hundreds or thousands of miles off. Only then did it switch to various scenes inside the base----

"According to the rule that grants corresponding discounts based on the items obtained independently and their prices, after a user obtained full ownership of the third-tier artificial intelligence Red Queen from the relevant mission world, he deliberately damaged part of its structure, reducing the item's overall value. Multiple people also transferred funds to pool their resources. In the end, the user himself consumed an exchange card of the same tier as the item as proof, paid the final discounted price of more than 1,300 points, and successfully brought it back to the real world."

"----Let me guess. Besides Red Queen herself, they were mostly after the T-Series Virus data, right?"

Standing alone high in the sky and looking down at the dim shadows of the thousands of lights below, he still had not made a sound. Only his robes and long hair whipped loudly in the wind, as if the vast gale from all directions had melted into the night.

Even the dim light around him began to twist and blur, as if it had entered a fire.

A point of invisible, formless mental power descended. It stirred the air like a frictionless grindstone, easily "supporting" the momentum beneath his feet, like a wisp of fluff flying atop a tide.

- Walking across the void as though it were level ground had become