Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 798 Somber Mourning
splicing.

The word "pieced together" is rarely used to describe a scene, but what is unfolding before us is a perfect example of that description.

It's like a game developer with a terrible track record went crazy and forcibly mixed together their own materials—pixelated, hyper-realistic, space opera, urban legend, fantasy, and xianxia (Chinese fantasy) themes—and spliced ​​them together haphazardly.

Even the connections in some areas were visibly malfunctioning, resembling light-induced epilepsy, making the whole scene look incredibly chaotic.

But those who come here don't care at all.

"Oh, this heartbreaking news! It is with a heavy heart that we announce that our beloved Mr. Dwight Brooks has been so suddenly killed by Ruan Fa's hand. Tears blur my vision, and my heart is filled with indescribable grief—"

In the center of the scene stands a man in a black and white suit and tie. He holds a microphone and says "grief," his face transforms into a crying emoji, and tears, initially blurred, become real and flow outwards.

He suddenly waved his hand.

Behind them, amidst a series of booming sounds, several rows of lampposts suddenly lit up, shifting and intersecting. Then, they overlapped at a single point, projecting a giant image of a person into the sky—a black and white portrait of an old man.

The former head of the giant corporation Zero Networks.

Dwight Brooks.

Upon seeing the old man, a commotion immediately arose below. Many things—at least in terms of their virtual network representation—have no connection to humans.

"Thanks to Desheng Open Source!"

"Lao De, you died so tragically, waaaaaah, hehehehehehe."

"I will personally launch a sanction against Ruan Fa!" A fish-headed monster glared, speaking righteously: "Damn it, I will follow the spirit of Desheng and intensify my hacking efforts against the Knowledge Council, and open-source their technology!"

"I'll f*** your mother's sainthood, my foot!" A man, mostly naked and covered in knife marks, cursed, "Zero Degree Network has burned the brains of countless people. If it weren't for its persecution, I wouldn't be in this state!"

He spat angrily at the black-and-white portrait of "Dwight Brooks".

"You criminals, do you even know how many people he's killed because of this open source?!" Suddenly, a person in a security bureau uniform jumped out and shouted, "Illegal assembly, disperse immediately!"

"Hahahaha, even the cops are here—"

No one was afraid. This memorial service was an anonymous project, and the location was chosen to be the Abyss at Depth 2. Those who were qualified to join in the fun were all capable, and most likely had criminal records. They had no goodwill towards the Security Bureau.

Besides——

There were more than one Abyss Lord present at the scene; how could a mere cyber police officer from the Security Bureau possibly show off his power!

In an instant, thunder and lightning ignited, and mournful and joyful music played again and again. Seeing that the time was ripe, the host made a decisive move and waved his hand once more.

"By the way, to commemorate Dwight Brooks' contributions, I plan to release a new cryptocurrency, tentatively named 'Dwight Brooks No. 1,' using top-tier encryption algorithms. If there's any interest..."

"Get lost!" Before the host could finish reading, a chorus of boos erupted from below, or some even launched an attack. The former's figure suddenly blurred and disappeared from the spot a few seconds later, having been directly disconnected.

This "Dwight Brooks memorial service" was just a simple concept, an open internet project, without any real organizers. This person only got the title of "host" because he arrived early.

"We're forming a team to attack the Asoma Data Center of Zero Networks. We're missing a penetration expert. Experts, come quick!" A man dressed as an astronaut shouted from the roadside, "All in now! Let's make a fortune! Guaranteed to live on for a lifetime!"

"Damn Dwight, he died a quick death, leaving behind a huge mess! Now every powerful force wants to persecute us demons, several of my brothers have been arrested—I'm furious!"

"I get it, damn it, couldn't this old bastard just send it to me? Why did he have to make such a big fuss about it?" Someone immediately cursed, looking terrified.

Since the Abyss was overwritten, after wiping out the first group of people who showed up, various forces have gradually freed up their energy and have actually started to target these hackers who have always been law-abiding.

As for the giant corporation Zero Networks, after the initial chaos, the top management quickly formulated a new strategy. They significantly tightened their grip on power, shifted to a state of full defense, and adopted a defensive posture.

Thanks to the multiple Abyss Lords within the company and its leading network technology, it has not yet fallen into the same situation as [Emerald Pharmaceuticals], which was gradually drained and dismantled.

"That makes sense. I suggest we all set a time to meet in person and discuss our strategy."

"I can't take it anymore, let's open fire!" Ruan Fa's headshot immediately appeared in the public channel: "Hehe, the first time is just a warning, if she provokes us again, we'll wipe out her whole family!"

"Brotherly spirit!"

"Don't be afraid, everyone. This is just a technical adjustment. Trust me, the future belongs to us hackers. As long as we get through this period, there will be plenty of opportunities for us to shine!"

Just then, the spliced ​​scene suddenly stopped, as if a game had suddenly dropped frames halfway through, with pixel stuttering, strange visuals, and uncontrolled loading.
Something heavy has entered this place!
The fastest-reacting group had already prepared the escape plan and were ready to make a quick getaway, but they soon realized something was wrong.

"The filial son is here! The filial son is here!"

"What? Where is the filial son? Where is the filial son?"

What had entered was a creation that resembled a spinning machine. But beneath the surface of the spinning machine lay a terrifying power.

Upon seeing it for the first time, many people's eyes lit up. Even a few Abyss Lords who came here with sightseeing in mind changed their expressions and became somewhat eager to try it out.

The closest thing to a super artificial intelligence creation, if only I could get my hands on it, examine it closely, and study it thoroughly.
However, after thinking about something, they all eventually chose to give up.

"Hey buddy, let me give you an interview. What are your thoughts on your father being beaten to death?"

"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's a small matter. Look, your dad has even open-sourced the singularity technology, so shouldn't you also open-source those good zero-degree networks you have?"

"Hey buddy, anyone planning to keep vigil for Desheng? Or stay here until the seventh day after his death?"

No matter how noisy and shouting these people were, the "spinning machine" that had barged in did not respond. It simply stared at the black and white portrait of Dwight Brooks, and after a long time, just as it had come, it silently withdrew and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)