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Code slicing...

As Klaus listened, his brows gradually furrowed.

Not long ago, Renyi even let him pick out the materials that had been broken down. He actually saw a row of things called various code slices, which were thin slices packaged in a transparent flat box.

In their [Ocean Era] game system's evaluation, that thing is described as "Separate, life is peaceful; united, the family is in turmoil..."?

At the time, Renyi complained to him that there were too many of these things, one of each, which were useless and took up space, and that he should find an opportunity to clear them out.

If Ramons is telling the truth, then wouldn't that mean...?

Klaus subconsciously looked up at his boss.

Receiving his gaze, Renyi gently shook his head:

Shut up, don't say anything.

Also.

Even if what this person said is true, they can't use their trump card—the real way to weaken the final boss—now. Who knows what these people might be like...?

Especially since the eldest brother just picked this up, can he trust him?

Klaus silently turned his head away, pretending he knew nothing.

Just then.

An employee of Adam Company glanced at the infection level on the bracelet, took out a vial of Y-drug from his backpack, and skillfully used it.

The Viper team member next to him stared wide-eyed:

"It hasn't even reached the 60% warning line yet, and they've already used it?!"

And it uses 70% high-end products!

"That's such a waste!"

One dose of this 70% Y-drug could be exchanged for two guns or a small car outside. There are even cases of people losing their lives because of it.

"At the company, you don't need to be so meticulous about these things."

Sixth Master's calm tone was filled with a strong sense of superiority, which made everyone present except for those from the company grit their teeth.

His gaze fell on Ramons.

Having been trapped in this instance for twelve years, judging from his eclectic outfit, his supplies must have long since run out.

This is both an intelligence source and a top-tier combat force; it's reasonable to try and win them over.

"Mr. Ramons."

The wealthy and powerful Sixth Master simply took out a whole box of high-grade Y-drug and handed it over.

"You can use these for now."

Raymond stared at the neatly arranged rows of potions, his expression momentarily dazed.

A hint of nostalgia... or perhaps sorrow, shone through his weathered face.

After several seconds, he smiled, shook his head, and gently pushed the box back.

"Thank you for your kindness..."

He shrugged nonchalantly, then scratched his neck.

"I don't need this anymore."

With his movements.

The collar of the deformed jacket was torn open, revealing the skin underneath.

It was covered with a layer of some kind of dark green keratin, and there were several translucent scales where it connected to the neck, making it look like both an insect and a fish.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, a few sharp-eyed individuals could still see it clearly.

Sixth Master's pupils contracted behind his sunglasses, and the yellow frame on the lens switched to red, signifying extreme danger.

Although Chi Lian's expression remained normal, her hand resting on the gun handle unconsciously twitched.

It seems this former legend is no longer human.

Ramons casually straightened his collar, seemingly unconcerned about the reactions of the crowd.

"Staying here for too long will always have some... side effects."

"you......"

Chi Lian stroked the gun barrel, then spoke cautiously:

"So, are you still... now?"

"Humans?"

Raymond calmly finished speaking for her.

"I ask myself this question every day."

He removed the completely damaged glove; the hand belonged to a human, but the fingernails were bluish-black.

"If you were forced to hide in the dark for twelve years, eating unknown things and coexisting with a bunch of monsters that weren't even living beings... you would start to doubt the difference between yourself and them."

"But I remember who I am..."

He looked at the palm over and over again.

"I remember what sunlight tastes like, I remember the brothers who died here... I remember why we came in."

"If you had come any later, you might not even be able to see what I look like now."

"But I think, no matter what I become..."

Ramons withdrew his gaze, looking at them calmly and firmly:

One thing will never change.

"I, Ramons, will always stand on the side of humanity."

These words were spoken plainly, and were not particularly grand pronouncements.

Yet a sense of tragic heroism spread among the crowd, and one of the Viper team members quietly reddened his eyes.

"Being alive is the best thing."

Renyi's company uniform was no longer presentable, so he changed back into his own shirt and trousers, squeezed into a seat between Ramons and the Butcher, and put on a smile:

"Then, Lord Ramons, as a good friend of humanity, could you share some information that would allow us to live longer?"

"..."

Humanity's best friend?

Why does that sound so awkward?

The solemn sentiment that everyone had just built up vanished instantly. A few people with low thresholds for laughter started to argue with their sense of humor, while those without any sense of public morality began to laugh.

Before Ramons could even reminisce about the past, he was back in reality. The conversation that day was so refreshingly unconventional.

"you......"

He hesitated for a second, then raised his hand and gave the captain's neat hair a good rub against the back, just like petting a dog's head.

Looking at his haphazardly styled broom-like hair, Ramons grinned in a good mood:

"Oh right, I haven't washed my hands in twelve years."

"..."

Nathan apologized while laughing:

"Pfft, hahaha...cough, sorry boss!"

Sean touched his bald head empathetically, then looked at Ramons reproachfully.

Klaus had already pulled out disinfectant and alcohol from his pocket, looking like he wanted to dissolve him on the spot.

"Alright, Klaus."

He casually smoothed his hair back down, realizing that his earlier physical and verbal offenses weren't just a result of his boredom.

However, he is used to figuring out the temperament of his partners first.

After all, it would be difficult for anyone to remain rational if they were trapped alone for twelve years on the verge of mutation, let alone a former top fighter and leader.

However, Ramons didn't lay a hand on him; instead, he disgusted him by mentioning that he hadn't washed his hands for twelve years...

This shows that this person has a bad temper, is easily swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force, but has a very high bottom line, and is also a bit naive.

For now, that's enough.

"Let's get down to business. What do we need to do next?"

Ramons glanced at him, then looked towards the gate of the 'garden':

"No matter where you are, it can sense you and influence you. The code I mentioned earlier is the key to weakening it."

talking.

He stared at Ren Yi with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Every experimental subject in Blackrock Heavy Industries is a mobile 'code'. The Matrix can evolve by consuming them, but conversely, if we reclaim them before it does, we can stop it from progressing, or even... cause it to degenerate."