Chapter 64 My World (Fifteen)

Two legs darted back and forth in the smoky air, two damp hands pushed and shoved, and the Berserker seized an opening in the Slicer Monster's defenses, striking its midsection with the back of its axe.

The slowed-down monster went berserk, its movements completely chaotic. Four out of its five punches hit the wall, and one was blocked by the axe handle.

The Berserker was like a wild bull that rolled over many times and could not be defeated no matter what. A visible heat emanated from his body, and his two red-hot axes chopped into the palm of the Slicer Monster's hand, making it impossible for it to close.

The atmosphere inexplicably quieted down.

Berserker's mind was buzzing. He swallowed a mouthful of his own blood, and his axe was sticky.

Having already taken dozens of blows, the Slicer Monster seemed to still have energy left, but it couldn't decide which way to attack. So it simply tore the glass off the ceiling in a few blows and tried to escape.

With a scraping sound, my feet felt as heavy as iron plates, and my left hand couldn't support my weight. I fell from the ceiling and broke.

It finally managed to stand up, only to be hit hard in the face by an axe, sending it flying backward. Its head slammed into the incredibly tough bio-glass, twitching a few times.

If nothing unexpected happened, it was already dead. To be on the safe side, Billy fired a few more shots into its face.

And so, with the help of infinite gravity, Berserker finally defeated his opponent.

“There are probably five more enemies like this. What should we do?” Number Thirty-Three asked.

Billis blew away the strong smell of guns: "In my opinion, those five guys have been taken care of."

"You're right, come over here and take a look!" Berserker picked up the broken sterile container and smashed the window in front of him.

The light from next door turned into a spindle-shaped white blob, illuminating the hazy ground, as if it would go out in a few minutes.

A long trail of blood stretched across the ground, leading to a dark corner. Someone had come here silently while they were fighting fiercely.

The bloodstains were very fresh, glistening under the light.

The four heroes followed the trail of blood and walked in the darkness for a while. The passageway stretched northward, connecting to the longest, white, flat monitoring room.

Several uniforms torn from the back, wrapped around misshapen objects, hung on the wall. Upon seeing this, Infinite Gravity couldn't help but faint. Among them was a Mithril-level hero she recognized, the Blind Eye.

Several teams were wiped out, and some even showed signs of quitting the game in black and white.

"Looks like you're wrong, Billis, those five monsters are alive and well."

Berserker gritted his teeth, trembling violently.

Billy crouched down, dipped his finger in some of the blood on the ground, and boldly put it in his mouth to taste it.

"This sticky, sour smell is definitely not human."

"Are you still sticking to your opinion?"

"Yes, but I want to see who can take on five at once."

It was only then that Kuangzhan noticed a row of obvious cameras above the monitoring room; they must have captured all the horrific scenes that had unfolded there.

As expected, Billy found another hidden door. Behind the door were messy sheets, pillows, and cushions, and inside lay two NPCs who had evaporated.

The surveillance footage is still flickering.

Billis adjusted the view to an hour earlier and saw the fourth and third squads running past, followed by two slicing monsters that looked much fatter in the frame.

The colors in the scene were intense, even warm. The two heroes responsible for scouting were instantly killed, and the remaining nearly ten heroes, even at a terrible cost, could not escape the clutches of the slicing monster.

The surveillance footage started shaking erratically, possibly because someone bumped into one of the cameras.

The battle ended in just a few minutes, but the monsters were still staring at something. Because their probing positions were too fixed, they couldn't capture any blind spots.

One of the cutting monsters looked curiously at the ceiling, down at the floor, and to the side at the wall, as if it were surrounded by enemies.

What happened next was an incredible scene.

Several soft tentacles wrapped around the cutting monster. No matter how it was cut, the tentacles would grow back. The thinner one was drained of its body just because it glanced at the tentacles.

The other one had a large hole melted in its belly by the light, and tentacles searched its body several times, pulling out its core.

This incident terrified the heroes; the Berserker, gripping his axe, was already sweating profusely even before engaging in battle.

"I don't remember this game world having such a setting."

“Of course there’s no such setting.” Billis turned off the monitor. “I know what this is.”

"What?" Number Thirty-Three was extremely curious.

"Have you ever heard of wizards? I bet that hacker used wizarding abilities to infiltrate the network."

"What evidence do you have?"

“I just found a lot of holes in the walls and ceiling of the corridor and laboratory. At first, I thought they were the work of the cutting monster, but now it seems that the size of the holes is just right to match the tentacles.”

"This is cheating!" Berserker cursed.

"In any case, hackers are very close to us."

Fantastic music emanated from a hall about two hundred meters away, growing closer and closer. It was a song about a group of locals in the Sin City helping each other overcome difficulties in extremely harsh conditions.

Number Thirty-Three didn't seem to mind; from an adventurer's perspective, he was used to it.

The music temporarily eased the tension, and Berserker prepared to enter the battle, but Billy stopped him, saying, "Wait a little longer."

In fact, Billis meant to have his friend perceive the music, since bards were the experts in this area.

However, there was one thing that Billy didn't understand: Number Thirty-Three seemed to be talking to someone, and that person was giving Number Thirty-Three a lot of pressure.

"Listen to me, there's no road ahead," Number Thirty-Three muttered to himself, facing the wall. "Did you do all this?"

The bard seemed possessed, his ear pressed against the wall as he listened, when a part of his body accidentally triggered a button.

Before the hero could even react, the safe moment was over.

Everyone was transported to a void filled with code, surrounded by digital grids on all sides, each grid corresponding to a blank world.

A new digital world, the Fourth World, differs slightly from the previous three in that it has no buildings or rock formations. Anyone can enter, and all sorts of virtual characters wander through countless crisscrossing white streets.

When the berserker accidentally touched a street, the virtual character belonging to that world immediately disappeared, and the white street transformed into a security force building. Another berserker, wielding an axe in both hands, was training inside the building.

The image became more and more realistic, and Berserker even felt that it was his past self.

So he walked over with unease.

However, it was just a digital character devoid of any emotion. No matter what questions were asked, the digital berserker would only choose between yes and no, or ask simple counter-questions.

The Fourth World is the most realistic network, which integrates virtual characters based on personal information, family background, work status, and past events.

However, this virtual character only represents a person's past and cannot represent the future; what he knows is only limited to a certain stage in the past.

For example, when asked about his Berserker friends, the number Berserker only gave a vague answer about his friends' age and height, as well as the ambiguous fact that they were no longer around.

The digital world's berserker walked back and forth between the grids. Sixteen grids away from him, a glowing spark appeared. The spark spread rapidly, knocking down and rearranging the objects on the grid.

When the network empties all its grids, the Fourth World becomes an endless expanse of darkness.

A ragged person lay in the darkness. Although he had the appearance of an adult, he was not the size of one. He seemed to enjoy living in the dark side of the internet, and he had a jealous, misanthropic mood and a painful sense of disillusionment.

One thing is certain now: the internet is down, and no one can go back to their original world.

Another thing that cannot be confirmed is when the network will be turned on.

The guy across from me seemed to have slept for a long time, but now he's awake, making "duba duba" sounds.

"Oh, you've finally arrived."

Berserker and Infinite Gravity both raised their alert levels, only to find that their ethereal equipment had malfunctioned.

"Don't force yourself. This isn't a game world, it's a 'black room.' Anyone who breaks the rules online will be sent to the 'black room,' like me, like you."

The guy opposite me sat up in a sleeping position. He was about 22 to 25 years old and his body size was noticeably smaller.

But Berserker exclaimed as if he had seen the truth in the ever-changing online world: "The shining justice?"

The guy opposite nodded with difficulty, a half-smile on his face: "That was true in the past, but the hacker stole my character and threw me into the 'black room.' I wanted revenge, so I recreated another villain in the game world, a mad scientist. You heard me right, I found a way to deal with the hacker, so I used a villain to lure you here."