Inside the Reverse Scale Squad's Private Lounge.
The lollipop in Han Duoduo's mouth fell to the floor with a clatter. Her little face, usually wearing a faint, irreverent smile, was now filled with grim shock.
"What the hell? Someone actually dared to mess with us?"
Her small hands became a blur over her custom mechanical keyboard, countless lines of green code cascading down the screen.
"Want to play hacker with little old Mouse? Give me three seconds, and I'll dig up dirt on eighteen generations of your ancestors!"
Han Duoduo gritted her teeth, excitement and anger flashing in her eyes.
She swiftly pinpointed the source of the invading signal and tried to establish a firewall to trace it back.
But just as her finger was about to strike the enter key, an indescribably cold and vast will surged along the data stream and slammed into her mind!
It wasn't data or code, but a pure psychic assault that transcended three-dimensional space!
Bzzzz-
Han Duoduo's mind went blank. Her meager mental power felt like a tiny boat caught in a raging storm, instantly engulfed and torn apart by that unimaginably vast "divine sense"!
Pfft!
A small mouthful of blood trickled from the corner of her lips.
Han Duoduo clutched her head and let out a muffled groan of pain, sliding off her chair, her face as pale as paper.
"Little old Mouse... actually got hit by backlash from this freaky signal!" For the first time, fear appeared in Han Duoduo's eyes.
She had lost, utterly and completely.
Her opponent wasn't using any technology she understood, but a power from a higher dimension!
At the same time Han Duoduo suffered that psychic injury, the giant screen in the square changed again.
The thousand-eyed monster emblem slowly faded, and the image shifted to