You pulled the trigger, and the abrupt gunshot shattered the night's stillness.
For Punklorde, everything was over.
No one longed for war. For the Oasis District and the Great Wilderness, there would be no victor in this war either. In just one month, this land had already been left scarred and ravaged. The meaningless struggle between both sides should end here.
Punklorde's global network would not recover anytime soon, and you had already banned most of the Aetherium Chips.
But for you, this was not the end. It was the beginning.
Dark Domain... Origin Chip... The moment your gunshot broke the city's silence, you were no longer a hero who had ended the war, but a criminal guilty of possessing a treasure.
To Punklorde, the Origin Chip was the object of every hacker's pursuit, a vessel for power and desire.
Once word spread that the Origin Chip was in Bai Heng's hands, and that he had used it to cripple Punklorde's global network—
The Punklorde Network Corporation, along with every force in Punklorde, regarded him as prey to be hunted down.
Even with the network paralyzed, those technological creations still posed an enormous threat to him, a mere being of flesh and blood.
Bai Heng stood atop the tallest skyscraper in the neon metropolis. From here, he could see the place where he had been born.
He remembered how much he had liked "Bourne": two horizontal lines and a dot. It was the simplest shooting game, yet he could play it all day.
Just like now, the red lights of drone swarms filled the night sky, linked together in lines. Wave after wave flew at him, only to crash to the ground in wave after wave.
He remembered how much he had liked "War Wheel 32": amid a starry sky