Chapter 1330 (1/2)

Chapter 1330: 433. Malignant Myna_2

Whether the laser gun in the holster was effective against holographic projections or not, it provided Cucumber Slice with a sense of safety.

But as his right hand touched the laser gun, the half-figure in the holographic projection suddenly sneered and said:

“Ha, don’t waste your effort. Even if you attack me with a three-dimensional bomb, it’s useless.”

Just as Cucumber Slice was about to speak, the half-figure cut him off:

“Let’s not waste time, old Captain. I am grateful that you took me in when I was overwhelmed with debt and had more expenses than income, allowing me to earn an extra bit at your place to help with the household. So, I am here to repay you, and of course, to atone for the harm my betrayal has caused you.”

Cucumber Slice gripped the laser gun firmly and drew it steadily from its holster, saying:

“If you really want to thank me, then explain to me what the situation is now.”

The half-figure spread a ghastly smile on its pale face:

“I will tell you the answer, I will. Now, please look at the ship computer’s screen to your front right. I need you to input a set of data related to reality on it and execute the calculation command.”

Cucumber Slice was cautious, not likely to act rashly on the other’s few words.

The half-figure seemed to have anticipated Cucumber Slice’s reaction.

It said with a smile:

“Since you don’t want to witness the glorious moment yourself, I’ll have to step in.”

The control of the ship’s computer fell into the hands of the half-figure, and hundreds of lines of numbers automatically appeared on the computer screen.

Cucumber Slice glanced at it and recognized the origin of the numbers, which were the financial records of his studio over the past three months.

After entering the numbers, the half-figure also typed in a short text, asking the ship’s computer to predict the financial situation for the next month based on these figures.

What chilled Cucumber Slice happened.

The ship’s computer, which should not have reacted to this, now conscientiously provided a prediction.

“This… this is impossible… This is a computer in the game; we couldn’t possibly use it to calculate real-world math problems… It’s impossible.”

Cucumber Slice’s eyes trembled slightly, his voice faltering, clearly shocked.

The half-figure laughed and said:

“This isn’t a computer within the game, my old Captain, this is a real computer. It’s just that you, as players, were restricted by the game, which is why you couldn’t use it. Do you understand what I mean? You, Strawberry Juice, and all the other players, are just puppets and slaves being manipulated by the ‘Starry Sea’ game, yet you bask in the so-called spoils of war and task rewards.”

Cucumber Slice looked blankly at the predictive result on the computer screen, his mind muddled.

He heard the half-figure continue:

“I’ve found a way to break the game’s shackles. Now you, I’ve released some of your game constraints. Your game interface has disappeared, and the restriction that prevented you from solving real-life problems using the ship’s computer is temporarily lifted. You can try using the ship’s artificial intelligence to edit the videos your team recorded, and experience the computing power of the age of interstellar voyages.”

Cucumber Slice took a deep breath and glanced at the half-figure with a smile, finding it hard to believe what he was saying.

Somewhat perplexed, Cucumber Slice thought the figure’s attire looked familiar.

“Your clothes… How come they closely resemble the uniform of the Dark Divine Cult…”

Cucumber Slice’s eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the hooded black robe the figure was wearing.

There was no mistaking it, definitely not.

Cucumber Slice had led the team exploring the game’s content for more than a year and had dealt with the Dark Divine Cult no fewer than a hundred times.

He knew the Dark Priests’ attire well, if not thoroughly.

The clothes on the half-figure were absolutely those of the Dark Divine Cult!

In that instant, alarm bells rang in Cucumber Slice’s mind.

The Dark Divine Cult was best at “brainwashing,” “mind control,” and evil techniques for summoning their dark deities.

Facing such an evil cult, adept at manipulating the human mind, Cucumber Slice naturally reacted with extreme caution.

But recalling how he had fallen asleep in the conference room and oddly logged into the game, Cucumber Slice felt baffled and disoriented, unable to make sense of it all.

Seeing that Cucumber Slice remained unmoved, and the cautious expression on his face was not fading, the half-figure restrained its smile and instead spoke with a condescending arrogance:

“Alright. It seems my previous words have hardly moved you. I’ll offer you another opportunity now, Noah Bennett.”

Cucumber Slice, with the gaming nickname Fresh Cucumber Slice, was actually named Noah Bennett in reality.

Hearing the other person utter his real name, Cucumber Slice’s right hand holding the gun tightened, the skin and the metal of the gun scraping against each other with a clicking sound.

“What are you going to do?” Cucumber Slice asked coldly.

The half-figure raised its right arm, palm facing Cucumber Slice.