Dr. Ping was the sort who valued his own life. His flighty personality reminded Xie De of Huang Zhuowang, and they had something else in common: in certain fields, Dr. Ping was a genius too.
Green light flickered across the enormous screen. Incomprehensible streams of pale green data darted up and down through a black void, moving at incredible speed in dense, orderly patterns.
Then, at some critical point, a mass of chaotic blue code suddenly burst in from somewhere, disrupting and devouring the orderly pale green data. Blinding white light erupted wherever it consumed the data, spilling across everyone's faces.
Dr. Ping stood anxiously at the Laboratory's entrance, stealing uneasy glances at Xie De from time to time.
Xie De stood before the enormous screen. Beside him was a slightly plump, middle-aged man in a windbreaker, one of the few researchers who had not left this Laboratory base. His eyes were vacant, as though his mind had wandered.
Only when the garbled blue code had devoured the green data like a game of Snake, leaving just twenty percent, did the middle-aged man's mouth fall slightly open. His vacant eyes gradually focused, and he blurted out, "Wow, what a powerful virus."
A virus?
Xie De glanced at him. That description seemed fair enough. Compared with the orderly chunks of the Main God System's data corpse, this mass that was 455 had no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.
The middle-aged man stiffened under his gaze, then mustered his courage and asked quietly, "Um, is there anything else you need my help with? If not, could I leave now?"
"Go wait over there."
"Yes, yes, of course." The middle-aged man was timid too. Nodding and bowing hurriedly, he quietly walked over to stand beside Dr. Ping, doing his best to make himself inconspicuous.
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