This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 75 City Voice Radio Station
No, no, no... How could the City Voice host know about Administrator No. 2?
No, even if the New World Internet Server is turned on, it shouldn't know about Administrator No. 2!
Nie Weiyang has always known that this inexplicably solidified BOSS identity must be hiding some kind of secret, and he even knew that there must be something wrong with the fact that his mental power was shown to be unreadable, but now this problem went beyond his assumptions.

Information, heat, demons—these things share one thing in common: they can't be without reason. The New World is experiencing unusual heat rises and falls, a natural crisis facing all of humanity. There's also the threat of demons from beyond time and space, a danger currently unknown to only a handful of people. Now, there's another problem, one known only to Nie Weiyang: without network support, how does information exchange between these hosts?
As the elevator went up, information in Nie Weiyang's mind raced, but nothing seemed unusual on the surface.

For any matter, simply discarding distracting information and clarifying the chain of processes and internal and external relationships can greatly reduce the difficulty of speculation. With sufficient information, materialistic thinking is the best way to solve problems...

Nie Weiyang sorted out his thoughts repeatedly in his mind.

— Put aside subjective factors, let go of emotional interference, and only put objective conditions and factors that you can understand and control into a table. Stop unrealistic fantasies, and you will truly find and solve problems...

In the elevator, the young man frowned and closed his eyes, his sunglasses hiding this rare change in his expression.

Now, he has a guess...

...Netherworld.

That place that had not been truly explored even twenty years after the previous life, now all wireless signals are directed there, because there is indeed a huge information distribution center there, but its true appearance is still unknown.

If there's a place in the New World where information can flow freely across the internet, it's the Netherworld. As creatures of a lost wisdom, even the cordons can be equipped with Netherworld signal transceivers. How could the City Voice, a massive signal tower capable of creating and releasing even more cordons, be without this device?

Therefore, it is reasonable to say that it is information obtained from the underworld.

But this raises another question: If the information comes from the Netherworld, then why does the Netherworld have the information that 'Nie Weiyang = Administrator No. 2'?

Currently, the only ones who know this information are the shelter system, the terrain editor, and... the "New World" game itself.

But the terrain editor is part of the planet's native control system, not the Underworld. The Sanctuary is said to be part of the CSSS, but it's actually more of a standalone system... Could it be that New World's gameplay system itself is connected to the Underworld? Then why does it appear to be a game that fits the stereotype?

Too many questions, too little evidence. Nie Weiyang sincerely felt that he didn't know enough. He summarized these doubts and then put them aside for the time being, waiting for more information.

The elevator door opened and a beam of light shone in.

Nie Weiyang walked out of the elevator and looked around. The scenery on the observation deck was beautiful. He could see how the lush forest wrapped around the wilderness, and how the wilderness surrounded the deserted city.

When one stands at such a height, the wind blowing through one's clothes, a sense of heroic spirit surges from one's chest. The desire to ascend to a height, to gaze into the distance, to soar into the sky, is an instinct etched in human blood.

After taking a look, Nie Weiyang walked down two floors, found the control terminal, and sat on the chair.

"Hello, respected Administrator No. 2..."

"Wait a moment," Nie Weiyang said. "From now on, you are prohibited from calling me the Second Administrator unless I'm wearing the Second Administrator uniform. Also, in addition to my administrator ID, please give me a CSSS Security System Staff ID."

The host calmly accepted the command: "Yes. Please reset your private alias."

"Nie."

"Okay, dear Mr. Nie, the alias has been set. Please proceed with your operation."

A light screen projected an operating interface. A huge three-dimensional map of the city stood in the middle. Most of the functions on both sides were unusable. Nie Weiyang swiped through them and found a usable function.

【[City Voice Today’s Broadcast]
• Play any audio and get city echoes. • Use a map that can be synchronized with the current city.

This is it.

He was about to click on the today's broadcast function, but suddenly paused: What should I play?
Although this function can be used even with just a cough, Nie Weiyang thought about it and smiled, then pulled out a wire from the operating terminal and connected it to the Walkman on his waist.

It is forbidden to play songs on demand. Of course, you cannot play songs on demand on your Walkman, but there is no need to play songs on demand.

A melodious, silent music echoed in the city. The peaceful music progressed with the progress bar, and the light notes jumped between the wind and clouds, the trees and the river. Nie Weiyang took out a thermos cup, but did not unscrew the lid. He just slowly stroked its texture, the texture from the earth's light industry.

Later on, there were fewer and fewer such things.

When the progress bar finished, he put away the thermos, disconnected the connection, opened his map function to check, stood up with satisfaction, and prepared to close the operating terminal and go somewhere else to have a look.

But the scene displayed on the terminal map made him exclaim "Huh?"

Several red dots of varying sizes appeared on the edge of the vast city map, advancing along the road toward the city. Above them, a label floated: [Invaders].

Nie Weiyang frowned, sat down again and enlarged the 3D image.

……

In the modern empty city, a group of uninvited guests in black robes are marching.

They lowered their heads, their expressions weeping in the shadows beneath their hoods. A chain stretched to their abdomens, with a ring-shaped pendant wedged between their chests and abdomens. As they marched, they held the pendant in one hand and bent the other, pressing two fingers against the mask's mouth, as if to silence, as if to remain silent, as if to pray.

There were about seventeen or eighteen of these visitors, their builds varied, but their movements were perfectly coordinated and silent, a tacit understanding that couldn't be developed overnight. Nie Weiyang was all too familiar with this image, and his expression suddenly turned cold. He zoomed in on the screen and used his radio to its maximum capacity.

Then he heard a rustling sound, and heard a strange humming sound echoing among these people, which was a series of pious prayers:

"God said that people must return to purity, return to their homeland, return to their true nature, and return to primordial love... Only in this way can they atone for their sins."

In addition, there were two people walking outside the crowd and talking in low voices.

"What was that music just now? The documentation doesn't say City Voice will play music on its own."

"Who knows... maybe that 'dead civilization's' radio station has such a setting?"

"No, I mean, the man named as the enemy in the oracle, isn't he here? Could it be... that he's behind this..."

"I don't know. I don't know how Chen Hu, who went out to develop a camp of believers, managed to provoke such a fierce man before he even succeeded... But don't worry, eighteen people against one person, the advantage is on my side!"

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