This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The hacker was unconscious for another fifteen minutes this time.

When he woke up, he saw the weak chicken man standing next to him with his clothes off. The weak chicken man was still wearing a white mask and said seriously: The operation was successful, and you have become a boy again.

Don't be ridiculous, you want to play the same meme a few times! No matter how much you touch it, it's impossible... Damn, there really are!

The hackers searched the crotch.

The hacker obtained the item: [Carrots for dinner].

The hacker made an angry throw at the chicken man.

The throw was a big success, and the weak chicken fell into a coma.

After solving the weak chicken man, the hacker did not rest, but immediately became informatized again.

The pure white girl stood beside him, looking at him with a smile on her face.

Thank you, is this the outside world?

That's right, without further ado, the existences besieging you are likely to come here immediately, we need to build firewalls, and the more the better.

that……

I will build a data analysis framework, and I will trouble you to deal with possible malicious access in the future, just block all malicious access.

But... I don't know how to code?

The hacker froze.

After editing a code casually, he pointed to the code and asked, This, won't it?

Won't.

Then how do you manipulate information?

Just move your hands and you'll be fine.

Understood, your manipulation of information is an instinct, but you haven't learned the content of the system. Well, watch from the sidelines, we still have a tough battle ahead.

Um.

The black code dropped from the sky, trying to find the coordinates where the hacker is currently located and take the girl back again.

In the face of this war, a smile of excitement appeared on the face of hackers.

Come on, it'!

See if you break me down first, or if I find your true location first.

A war that could not see the smoke of gunpowder started from this.

According to the hacker's speculation, the other party has been here for fifteen years, and can and controls a large number of ghost TVs as his broiler, and the amount of information he can control is astonishing.

The result of the crazy amount of information is that every few minutes, the hacker will fall into a coma, get up immediately after a few minutes of sleep, and then go into battle again.

He could feel that his firewall was constantly being torn apart, and all kinds of information were pouring in madly, trying to completely destroy his brain.

Once they fail, all their information will appear in the opponent's field of vision undefended, and there is no possibility of regaining it.

At that time, the ghost system will fail, and even have to activate the blasting program to end all ghost systems.

While frantically building a firewall, he kept looking for the real coordinates of the other party. The intensity of this operation far exceeded the intensity of the hacker in reality, and he was completely immersed in the experience of flow.

While comas became more frequent, the hackers found that things were starting to improve.

The girls started to fight.

After continuous observation, the girl mastered the hacker's attack and defense methods extremely quickly, which allowed the hacker to hand over part of the defense to the girl, and she helped to defend.

The counterattack officially begins!

After processing a large number of signals, a Trojan horse is then fed into the stream and returns a coordinate to the hacker.

Coordinates (2954, 4448)!

receive!

The chipmunk on standby quickly gathered starlight, tens of thousands of stars condensed into giant eyes in the sky, and released a destructive white light towards the target point.

Under the bombardment of white light, the ground of the ninth floor of hell was penetrated, and a large number of modified ghost TVs inside were directly gasified.

Losing this node immediately relieved the pressure on the hacker a lot, giving him more energy to attack.

Coordinates (1111, 2223)!

receive!

Nodes were destroyed one after another, and the situation on the battlefield began to tilt extremely rapidly.

And make hackers more and more handy.

After the last coordinate node was destroyed, the hacker let out a long breath, and then received another message: Good fight.

The hacker glanced at the information, and began to trace the source of the other party's signal, while asking, Who are you?

Royal family, number 5, you can understand it as one of the oldest royal families.

Is it okay to expose your identity so directly?

This is the respect due to the opponent, powerful slime. I appreciate your ability, enter my body, you will get more play in my body. Your current thinking limits your ability , you should have had a wider prospect.

I reject.

It's a pity. My invitation is valid for a long time. When you change your mind, you can come to the eighth hell to find me. I failed this time, but I am still looking forward to the next fight.

Afterwards, the signal was completely interrupted, and even its source disappeared.

With a mouthful, the hacker exited the [informationization] state.

He gave a thumbs up to the undressed man next to him, and said triumphantly, I won.

sharp.

I'll sleep for a while, and I'll report some things after I wake up.

OK, good night.

When the hacker fell asleep, a royal family recovered from the ocean of information in the eighth hell.

She stepped out of the cocoon-like petri dish, and the dark green nutrient solution fell from her body, mixing with the dead flesh that had fallen off her body, and fell to the ground.

Accompanied by the sound of landing, most of her body turned into gray dead flesh, and the rest quickly gathered into the shape of an eight-year-old girl.

The servant waiting at the side immediately stepped forward, wiped off the nutrient solution on her body with a clean and comfortable bath towel, tied up the hair that was longer than her body, and then styled it into a hairstyle she liked.

These servants moved extremely quickly, and in just a few short breaths, she put on a well-fitting black dress, white bloomers, and small black lacquered leather shoes.

Knocking her leather shoes on the ground, she looked back at the dead flesh behind her and said regretfully, It's a pity that so many cells died again.

Picking up the teddy bear prepared for her by the maid, she walked through the long corridor and walked towards the conference room.

Through the window in the corridor, you can see that the outside world is made up of hoverboards. Each hoverboard is an independent unit, shouldering responsibilities such as food, factories, and battles.

These units are the royal family's inheritance from slime.

From the ruins of the Demon King City, from the City of Sin, from the Dark Hell, from the Blood Hell...

In the fifteen years since slime and the devil disappeared, they collected almost everything left by slime and Lu Fan, and used part of the structure to form their own technology.

After that, they further monopolized these technologies, thus forming an absolute technical barrier, allowing the royal family's technical strength to stay at the top for a long time.

Magic technology is the primary productive force.

While getting technology, they also got a lot of ideas.

Some royal families resisted these ideas, considering them heresy and heresy.

Equality for all, elimination of discrimination, elimination of exploitation... These ideas are a challenge to the royal family.

But there are also some royal families who have turned to accept these ideas. Most of them are newcomers in the royal family. When the upper-level resources are monopolized by the older generation of royal families, these ideas are so novel and easier to accept.

In addition, some people from the human world brought the idea of ​​the God of the Fallen over.

Although the God of the Fallen did not leave any holy scriptures, they accidentally obtained some torn drafts on the northern ice field. Code.

While reviewing these contents, Number 5 walked forward and finally came to the royal family's meeting hall.

Pushing open the heavy door, she walked in and bowed to the statue inside.

Great Lord Zlatan, number 5 salutes you.

In front of her, is an entangled statue.

Zlatan thrust his hand into Golding's chest angrily, and the other man also penetrated her back.

The forces of the two interacted with each other, with complex results that have caused them both to fall into the rift of time until now.

Here you are, number 5. The last time I saw you was five years ago, how is the situation in the ninth hell?

Bad.

Number 5 jumped onto the conference chair and took a sip of tea: It's confirmed, they're back.

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