Chapter 411: Chapter 132: I’ll form the head!_2
"Hmm..."
Wig pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands. "Oh! I get it, you’re talking about fusion, right? Just like how Vegeta and Kakarot fuse to become Gogeta."
He then emphasized
"But I’m team Begete."
"No." Hu Lang shook his head. "Data consciousness can’t fuse into a new entity; at best, we’re like the big robot from a super squad, each controlling a part of the body."
Natural Curl seemed to recall something, immediately stepped forward to emphasize: "A super robot, huh? Let’s give it a try. I’ll be the main attacker, and don’t anyone try to compete with me."
Everyone squinted at him with a skeptical look.
Natural Curl got angry from being stared at: "Shut up! You guys should at least trust me a bit; I’m a mature adult, alright."
Hu Lang waved his hand: "Alright, alright, the adult uncle who has tried three times but failed to float and got robbed blind while unconscious."
Natural Curl cursed: "Damn it! This blasted game is R18, can’t even let me have a bubble bath."
Meanwhile, Kassel and the other hackers were debating whether to pull another player in when they suddenly felt the defensive pressure easing a lot. The players attacking them also decreased, and there was a sudden change atop the building ruins in the distance.
Little Pandora jumped into the air
"I’m forming the head!"
Hu Lang: "I’m forming the torso, meow."
Wig: "Then I’ll reluctantly become the arms. Don’t spare me when sending out waves of light, hahaha."
Followed by a large group of players
"I’m forming the legs!"
"I’m forming the appendix!"
"I’m forming the blind gut!"
"No need for a blind gut, alright? Where does a robot have a blind gut?"
"You’re so nitpicky! Which law states that robots can’t have a blind gut?"
"Then I’ll form the tonsils..."
Players were showcasing their abstract thinking in various ways; their data-formed bodies were abstract to the extreme.
The head was Demon King’s, the torso was Optimus Prime’s, the arms clearly came from Demon God Z, and the legs were Kabuta’s legs — it’s a hodgepodge toy built by a bunch of kids.
This was just the visible part; who knows how chaotic it was inside?
While over a dozen players jumped in one after another, Natural Curl remained unhurried, spread his hands, and smiled helplessly.
"Haha, I can only say that kids nowadays lack originality. It’s time to show you the adult world."
He shouted loudly
"I’ll form the crotch!"
After shouting, he leaped up, his imagination constructing the model from the data stream controlled by 5 points of intelligence in mid-air.
A thick and long white cannon barrel, with round magazines on both sides.
"Oh! What is this!"
Wig exclaimed: "Isn’t that the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon? The fidelity is so high!"
Youzi Chef: "Shut up! This is clearly your filthy creation. Don’t put this kind of thing on our perfect body!"
"So nowadays, young folks see sticks and poles and easily think badly. You should reflect on the purity of your thoughts."
Natural Curl unapologetically positioned himself in the crotch of the abstract body.
"Alright, everyone, focus your power on firing through this cannon muzzle; my sacrifice is significant."
Youzi Chef’s voice was filled with despair
"What’s being fired out of this hole isn’t our power, but our integrity and shame, right?"
"The adult world doesn’t need shame, meow."
Hu Lang and Pandora easily accepted this setup, as they were the ones who built the fundamental framework of this program, setting the output end on Natural Curl.
"Your intelligence cap can only handle one output; are you ready, meow?"
"Nani!"
Natural Curl widened his eyes
"Only one? Wait, surely I’m not that..."
He wanted to say more but the players behind him didn’t care to waste words on this self-offered expendable resource; they directly initiated data stream transmission according to Pandora and Hu Lang’s program.
Natural Curl felt the data blasting into his body, clearly overestimating his capacity limit.
"So much! Surely too much! Wait, stop for a moment!"
"This was your choice, meow. Please hold on a bit longer; Pandora and I are writing the output Demonic Puppet. If there’s a burst, it’ll be troublesome."
"Burst? Why didn’t you mention this earlier?"
"You chose it yourself, meow; I intended to use a timer flash myself."
Wig: "Oh oh, I’m getting fired up! Partner, let’s show our enemy the bond between us!"
Youzi Chef: "Can I still quit now?"
Natural Curl: "Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!"
With a shrill scream, the vast data exploded from the white cannon muzzle at the crotch of a hundred-meter tall body, the beam expanding rapidly as it traveled, turning the head into a black cat head, opening its mouth wide to bite towards the Voodoo Gang hackers.
"???!!!"
Damn, a massive offensive Demonic Puppet jointly constructed by many people.
Kassel and the hackers had never seen combat like this in all their years.
It’s understandable to collaborate on writing a complete program; they usually communicate with each other, but generally don’t surpass personal computing limits.
Having a fifth-gen i3 with GTX660 run Black Myth at full ray-tracing 4K quality is something no sane person would do.
But this group just did it, treating human lives as consumables!
Such a scale of data flow, even for the simplest offensive Demonic Puppet, would exert significant pressure on the server.