Chapter 60 My World (Part 11) tushumi.cc

"Headquarters, this is Skateboard Shoes, requesting backup!"

The rioters who entered the city opened fire with guns at the floor-to-ceiling windows, sending the jewelry store's tables and chairs flying.

A giant, cyborg-like creature used its incredibly powerful tentacles to overturn the entire building. The pro heroes trapped underneath were too terrified to look outside. Since the opening of the Aether World, there had never been a situation where one side was completely defeated.

Cyborgs lurk in the dark alleyways, their skin so white it looks like they crawled out of a grave, their ears completely rotted away, probably unable to hear, and their eyes, though seemingly filled with tiny, dark things, are actually quite small.

They gripped the remote control tightly, ready to detonate the bombs planted on the tower at any moment. If the tower collapsed, the city would lose its signal.

Bullets of various colors flew through the air: red were incendiary bullets, blue were freezing bullets, and transparent were vacuum bullets.

The city was filled with the blaring horns of police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks.

The bright red flames illuminated the corridor of the security team's building, and no matter which room you were in or whether the door was open, you could smell the thick smoke.

Number Thirty-Three was awakened by a loud bang and, through the thickened tempered glass, saw everything that was happening in the city, which dealt a significant blow to his artistic sensibilities.

As a bard, without musical instruments, without an audience, and even without a source of inspiration, the joy that should have been on his face vanished.

And so he sat alone in the spot closest to the window for a long time. It was as if this was the most unsuitable world for music, where everything related to music lost its meaning in the face of violence.

Suddenly, Number Thirty-Three stood up as if possessed and began to sing loudly for himself, accompanied by the countless flames outside. Every syllable in his throat trembled. He sang so fast, so frivolously, like a chattering dove. As he dedicated this song to the City of Sin, Billy was already standing at the door.

"You're awake? You musicians are always so incredible."

Number Thirty-Three seemed to no longer recognize the Hero, remaining completely silent.

"Hey, what's wrong? Scared silly by those bastards?"

Continue to remain silent for a long time.

"Okay, I have bad news and good news. Which do you want to hear?"

With a loud bang, the variety of giant cyborgs outside the window increased.

A creature with suction cups rolled up the night-traveling motorcycle and deftly changed its shape.

“Let me start with the bad news,” Billis said, pointing to the riots outside the window. “While you were dreaming, a madman claiming to be a hacker released all the prisoners, making it harder for the heroes to maintain world peace.”

Number Thirty-Three reached his hand into the seam of his clothes, thinking that he could find the hand-cranked violin there.

“The good news is, we’ve found new companions.” As he spoke, Billy pulled two .45 caliber semi-automatic pistols from his pocket. “These are my personal companions, aren’t they nice? You can also go to the security corps’ basement and get your own set of ether gear.”

"Do you have a violin?" Number 33 suddenly looked up.

"Hey, don't get too excited. You still haven't told me why you suddenly fell asleep."

"Hero, did I oversleep?"

"Did you fall ill when you passed through the void portal? Or were you possessed by a demon?"

"I need musical instruments; without them, I can't breathe."

"A great musician who can't live a normal life without his instrument! Come with me, there are several other friends waiting for you in the basement."

So, as before, the bard obeyed Beris's arrangement.

They bypassed the ancient demonstration and training area, passed through a drum-like wall, and descended two hundred meters down a staircase resembling a wheel axle.

All the ether batteries were destroyed and could only be replaced with ordinary batteries, so even the lights in the hallway couldn't be turned on.

After walking another fifty meters, we finally saw a glimmer of light.

The basement of the security team was silent. Through the broken holographic equipment, one could see a dense array of parts spilling onto the ground, some of which were jumping around like needles.

There was only one lamp in the entire basement, a retro one, and the light shone on a mold that could fit a pair of hands.

The security force should have over fifty heroes, but only three are standing here now.

Because the lights were still too dim, the three heroes couldn't tell the difference between men and women.

One of the heroes brought over a stool without an intelligent system installed. As soon as he sat down, his chubby belly was clearly sticking out.

He found it difficult to speak, unsure of where to begin, and touched the few strands of hair that were almost all falling out in a dimly lit area.

"Hurry up and equip him with weapons. I'm starving and want to get out there and eat those bad guys."

Another hero crouched down and let out a loud fart aimed at the hero in front of her, but she was the only woman there.

"You gluttons! Shouldn't we play a game of hide-and-seek with them? Big cat eats kitten, kitten eats mouse, meow meow meow!"

There was another hero doing push-ups. Although his expression was not visible, everyone, including Billy, felt that the two axes beside him were flashing with an incredible light.

Having just finished push-ups, Kuangzhan couldn't wait to cross his bulging veins and exercise his palm muscles.

"You two little rascals, you should listen to Agent Billy's advice more often and not take things so lightly."

The glutton moved the stool forward, revealing the shape of a slit-mouthed man's mouth.

Catwoman wears a frivolous and eye-catching hat, and her figure suggests she is just an underdeveloped child.

These three heroes, plus two guns, are the new partners that Billys was talking about.

“Let’s seriously consider how to catch the hacker hiding inside the Iron Ring. First, let’s try to let the other heroes deal with the enemies outside the ring, understand? The problem is more difficult than it appears.” Billis gestured with his finger towards the Iron Ring a few times. “The guy I know isn’t someone any of us can handle alone. He’s very cunning; we can only work together.”

The glutton and the catwoman weren't listening; they were each doing their own thing.

As a rookie hero at the Bronze level, Billis's words obviously carry little weight.

It was the Berserker, a Gold-level warrior, who issued the final order: "The Hero Security Force has classified this incident as an SSS-level mission. Whoever takes down the hacker will be promoted directly to Diamond level."

The ears of the glutton and the catwoman immediately perked up.

Berserker continued, "Show those Platinum Heroes what you've got!"

Before Billis could say yes, the glutton and the catwoman left the basement.

Berserker twisted his arms and neck, adjusting the upgraded Thunder Axe in front of the mold.

Billy pushed number 33 to the front and made him put his hand into the mold.

The bard dared not do so, because the mold looked too horrible, like a mouth that had swallowed an arm, and the parts were as big as half a washing machine.

Billis had no choice but to tell the musician that the hero's weapon came from this mouth, which was the matchmaker of the etheric world.

Number Thirty-Three had no choice but to comply. As soon as he reached his hand inside, the entire security headquarters building suddenly vanished.

The two-person-high corridor seemed to grow out of our feet like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The sun, which had been running around all day, finally touched the horizon. Just as it was about to set, the world suddenly changed. The sky was like a vast mirror, shattered by a giant, and the fragments scattered into stars.

An ancient castle appeared, and the knight and princess touched hands, reaching out to grab the moon.

This is the world the bard knows well; he once sat under that cedar tree singing, waiting for the hero to appear.

The Ether Mold visualizes the hero's mindset, matching the most suitable weapons and equipment according to their lifestyle and strengths.

Number Thirty-Three obtained the lute from it.

When the digital image disappeared, Berserker was astonished to see the bard holding an instrument.

"are you serious?"

"A bard cannot be without his instrument, just as a fish cannot live without water. My hero and my new heroes, I will correct the world as a musician."

As he spoke, Number Thirty-Three couldn't help but start singing a folk song.

It's clear that this bard has traveled to many places; he may even come from one of the noblest families in the world. He is handsome, healthy, young, and polite.

Anything that brings joy and happiness floods into the basement like a tide. If a thug were standing in front of him at that moment, he would surely be captivated by the beautiful sound.

Billis held various colored bullets in his hand, patiently waiting for Number Thirty-Three to finish singing the song he had just composed.

Five minutes passed without him realizing it, and the emergency communication device on his waist sounded an alarm.

"This is the tavern in Sector A of Sin City. We have discovered a wheelbarrow suspected of carrying etheric gunpowder. The prisoners on the wheelbarrow have entered the tavern. Danger level unknown. Please reply upon receipt!"