Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

"Hiss..." Walter's solemn yet somewhat worried expression suddenly froze on his face.

Is there no escaping this kind of thing?

"Wow~~ Uncle Yang, you look terrible." March 7 scratched the side of his head, his eyes full of doubt.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that Walter, who was always steady and reliable like a patriarch, could have his facial features distorted like that.

It's almost turned into a steamed bun with pleats...

It must have been something that happened to the star in the light screen that really traumatized him!

"Don't worry, Uncle Yang, what was that proverb from the Immortal Ship that Danheng mentioned again?"

"Oh right, good people don't live long, but bad people live a thousand years. Anyone who sees Xing's daily life would say she lives a long life. Besides, when Xing was stabbed by Cocolia, she not only got fine, but her power even increased. Who knows, maybe she can really have a Mega Evolution when facing Laigushi?"

"In any case, she will definitely be able to turn bad luck into good!" March 7th said whatever came to mind.

Xing tilted her head and stared at Dan Heng.

Dan Heng turned his head away: "I didn't teach him."

"..." Walter silently pushed up his glasses.

How should I put it? My own thoughts seem to be subtly different from those of March 7th.

However, the phrase "power upgrade" gave him some inspiration.

He glanced at Bai E's avatar in the group chat and then recalled the experiences of his old friends...

"It seems that those who said that did indeed receive varying degrees of enhancement afterward?"

Walter shook his head with a complicated expression.

Forget it, it's not like the law of causality, how could it possibly work every time like a cheat code in a game?

"Why is Uncle Yang acting so strangely?" March 7th murmured to Xing and Danheng, stroking her chin. "Do you think Uncle Yang might be suffering from dementia?"

[That summer: Bai'er, if there's really nothing else to do and you have to give up on yourself, then you can abandon martial arts now and study programming, so that you can compete with Lai Gushi for control of the scepter in the future.]

[Saifei: Who should go? Bai'er? What's the difference between this and teasing a cat about learning to swim?]

[Bai E: Uh... I'll just stick to watching the light screen; maybe there's a way to defeat Lai Gu Shi in there.]

Although the future prospects of abandoning martial arts for literature are unknown, it seems that none of the thirty million lifetimes of Caislan have chosen this path.

He thought he could beat the top genius with his intelligence, which, while not a bright future, was certainly overestimating his abilities.

……

The light curtain rippled slowly.

This time, no one and no sound appeared.

Only one set of exquisite camel-colored scholar's clothes stood quietly on the coat rack.

Just as the audience was wondering what it meant, the outline of the wide-brimmed felt hat at the very top was slightly revealed.

[Silver Wolf: Why does this feel like a clothing system in a game? Clicking it brings up detailed information?]

Her thoughts were confirmed as soon as she finished speaking.

A table box with bulleted columns clearly lists the information about the hat.

Description: A classic, wide-brimmed fedora that can be rolled up. Very popular among intellectuals, artists, and professionals.

[Star: You guessed right, this was supposed to be the job for March 7th, right? Oh, I almost forgot, this isn't a bad thing. It's normal for March to mess things up.]

[March 7th: Hey, why do you make it sound like I have some kind of jinx-inducing constitution?]

[Qingque: So, what does this outfit have to do with Lai Gushi? Even if he wore it, it's hard to say what its value is, right? Could it be that this outfit is some kind of divine armor containing immense power, like in the game, and Lai Gushi was killed because he was too arrogant and forgot to wear it before going to war? That's too absurd.]

But things turned out very differently than she had imagined.

The lengthy information table was pulled to the bottom as if someone had pressed a pulley.

The "Origin" section at the very end brings back information that had long been erased.

[Before the Starcraft Computer Project was completed, Zandal I. Kuwabara visited his teacher, who lived in seclusion on the shores of Silverscale Lake, with the test data.]

[The two hadn't seen each other for decades before their reunion. Zandal's question wasn't about the accuracy of the data, but about the consequences of achieving everything... He had an inexplicable unease that short-sighted outsiders couldn't understand—]

[Black Tower: Star Computation Engineering?]

Inside the space station, the geniuses suddenly exchanged glances.

They clearly remembered that the "scepter's" scientific name was "celestial-level computational interferometry device," and that the scepter wielded by the ancient scholar was part of the body of the all-knowing deity...

This is a record from the time when the Vajrasattva was made!

"Oh?" Black Tower smiled slightly. This was the first time she had smiled since the list of Lai Gu Shi began.

"The value of this thing, even just a few words about it, is priceless!"

For geniuses, nothing could be more exciting than suddenly discovering the secrets of Zandal and the machine-headed creature.

Screw Gum nodded: "Agreed."

[Fu Xuan: It seems that Zandal is still a bit naive at this point, completely unaware of the kind of 'demon' he has created, only feeling a sense of unease?]

[Star: That's normal. When I'm playing games, I never imagine that my top-of-the-line computer with a 1090MHz graphics card will suddenly become sentient and slap me in the face, making me a gamer for its favorite games.]

[March 7th: To even think of something like this, one's brain must be seriously damaged.]

The documents flashed across the screen of light, line by line.

And the person Zandal sought advice from on the first day, or rather, the old man who had already surpassed him, actually provided answers to Zandal's doubts.

But those weren't kind, sweet, or comforting words.

"A mediocre person might feel smug about solving a problem that has stood the test of time for centuries; a gifted genius trembles on a tightrope of doubt, protected from the abyss by a rope called 'logic.' And you, you want to cut that rope, dragging the entire galaxy down with you into the abyss, thereby pushing the boundaries of knowledge... What are you doing now? Will you stop after my warning?"

"Go back and look in the mirror. Can't you see that you're yearning to overturn the galaxy? I can't stop you, and nobody can." The old man put a felt hat from the coat rack on Zandal's head, blocking his bewildered and angry gaze, and left without saying a word.

"It was the ultimate machine of knowledge, demanding all knowledge from the past to the future... My teacher called it a 'prison of knowledge,' but I insisted it was a great 'library'—until later, I became its prisoner." —So said Rigützlaff.

In just one short sentence, his youthful arrogance and stubbornness were vividly displayed, only to be shattered in an instant, leaving nothing but regret.