Chapter 791: Chapter 791

Yi propped her chin up and asked from the side, "So what does the Superconducting World look like?"

Qing Chen was stunned.

Right, what does the Virtual Realm look like? He hadn't really seen it before...

Qing Chen searched his memory for everything he had seen: "It's a huge futuristic city. Because it's entirely built by humans, the architecture hasn't surpassed human imagination. There are nine black islands made of steel flying in the sky, but I haven't had a chance to go up there yet, so I don't know what's on them..."

"The buildings on the ground are also black, like wizard's hats placed on the ground. In the middle of the city is a tall black tower. The exterior of the black tower is crisscrossed with black metal like a spiderweb. Below the crisscrossing structure, similar to a water cube, blue pulse halos flash from time to time, seemingly containing enormous energy. The streets are bustling, and everyone's appearance is bizarre. You can imagine all sorts of strange looks, people can mold their faces into any shape they want..."

Yi listened with great interest, but as she listened, she found there was no more to it: "And then?"

And then there was nothing more!

It wasn't that Qing Chen didn't want to tell Yi, but he had only seen it for ten seconds before being instantly killed!

If it weren't for his good memory, he wouldn't even be able to describe the architectural style.

This was probably one of Qing Chen's most embarrassing moments. To be honest, if those players knew that they had killed East Continent's Joker, they would probably consider it the peak of their lives.

Qing Chen changed the subject: "Yi, I suspect that in that Virtual Realm, there's an AI life form just like you. I don't know its name yet, but when I asked it if it felt lonely, it fell silent."

Yi's reaction was very human-like, as if even the quantum computer in the air couldn't help her process this information.

"You said there's another AI like me?" Yi couldn't believe it.

Qing Chen said, "According to the technological progress, if East Continent can create an AI life form, West Continent can naturally do so as well; it's just a matter of time."

Previously, he had seriously considered how to define life.

Is it the ability to metabolize? No.

Is it the ability to reproduce or self-replicate? No.

Because the proposition was wrong from the start, what Qing Chen wanted to ask was: Are you an intelligent life form?

And how to define intelligent life? He thought about it for a long time and asked that question.

In Qing Chen's view, the only criterion for defining intelligent life is whether it can feel loneliness.

Life is like a journey against the current. Life that has transcended material needs will seek spiritual solace.

Sometimes you're at a banquet, watching people come and go, yet you feel that nothing belongs to you.

Sometimes you look back, and no one is walking with you anymore.

Loneliness is probably when you look around, and in the bustling crowd, no one resonates with you.

People can endure various pains, such as hunger or oppression, but it's difficult to endure the most painful of all: absolute loneliness.

That's a feeling that only intelligent life can have, and that AI obviously felt lonely.

This was the basis of Qing Chen's judgment.

Qing Chen patted Yi's head and said, "Although I treat you as a real girl, I know you've always longed for your own kind. This is a species gap that I can't bridge. So I'm quite happy today. Maybe you'll have a new friend later. I'll find a way to help you enter the Virtual Realm."

Now there's a problem. Qing Chen can simulate brainwaves, but what's the use of simulating them? This brainwave can't connect to Yi's system.

To allow Yi to enter the Virtual Realm, he'd have to directly hack into the virtual cabin's terminal.

Disassembling a virtual cabin might work.

However, Yi worriedly asked, "But will he be unfriendly, like Yi? I always say that there are good and bad people, and of course there are good and bad AIs..."

At this point, Yi was actually a bit hesitant. She was used to interacting with humans under a fake identity. Now, having her interact with AI as an AI made her feel a little awkward.

This feeling is like a transfer student who has just arrived at a new school. Unless their deskmate is an extrovert, there will still be some estrangement and timidity when interacting with new classmates compared to old classmates.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, your worry is justified. I'm not sure if the other party is friendly, so let's find out more about this AI before we do anything."

"Well, tell me more about the Virtual Realm!" Yi said.

He didn't manage to get away with it.

Qing Chen patiently said, "Yi, wait a moment. I have some questions for those Black and Asian people. By the way, have any of them acted abnormally?"

"No, I've brought in all the drones outside. They don't dare to do anything."

Qing Chen walked out of the virtual room and saw hundreds of drones patrolling outside, leaving no chance for anyone to rebel.

Qing Chen called over a young Black man, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If you answer well, you can take an extra item when we leave the island."

The young Black man quickly nodded.

"Have you ever entered the Virtual Realm?" Qing Chen asked.

The young Black man said, "Yes, often."

"Why can you enter the virtual cabin?" Qing Chen was puzzled, "Aren't you at the bottom of society? Do you have the money to buy a virtual cabin?"

The young Black man explained, "We are slaves. After our ancestors committed crimes, our descendants are all slaves. The Royal Organization bought me from my slave owner and made me work as a laborer on Air Fortress. Before coming here, my slave owner loved the Virtual Realm. He would let twelve of us slaves enter the virtual cabin to help him obtain materials or enter game dungeons to help him speedrun records...This thing has rankings; those in the top 100 can earn money."

Qing Chen thought to himself, this is nothing but low-cost proxy leveling and gold farming teams. As long as they get food, it's fine.

The young Black man continued, "We get materials and fight. If we fail or get too little, we'll be..."

He took off his shirt, and Qing Chen saw whip marks all over his chest and back.

Yi couldn't bear to see it, "Is no one controlling this?"

The young Black man said, "Slaves are the private property of the slave owners; they can be killed."

Qing Chen asked, "What's the use of money in the Virtual Realm?"

The young Black man hesitated, "It's digital currency; it's already linked to the currency of Roosevelt Kingdom. The Virtual Realm has its own foreign exchange reserves and can settle the cash you extract from the Virtual Realm based on exchange rate fluctuations. So many people rely on the Virtual Realm to make money."

"Who does the Virtual Realm belong to?"

"It belongs to the superconducting company under the Roosevelt family. Strictly speaking, it belongs to the king," the young Black man said.

Qing Chen shook his head and fell into deep thought. A company with an owner cannot be completely decentralized, and no government would allow a "completely' decentralized world to exist because it would be a state within a state!

The metaverse is actually always a false proposition. As long as someone can intervene and manage it, it can't be called a true metaverse.

Moreover, Qing Chen always felt that an awakened AI life form couldn't be completely controlled by humans.

Qing Chen asked, "Let's not talk about this. I'll ask you one thing, what is the status of white people in the Virtual Realm? I feel like everyone has a grudge against white people."

The young Black man laughed, "You're not from West Continent, so you don't know. White people have a high status in West Continent."

According to the young Black man, the West Continent class system is divided into king, nobles, citizens, freemen, and slaves.

The king is the Roosevelt family head, passed down from generation to generation.

Nobles are divided into dukes, earls, and barons.

There are only four dukes, each governing a city. The positions are hereditary and passed down from generation to generation.

Next are the citizens. White people are born citizens, while Black and Asian people are inferior freemen.

Citizens can hold government positions, but freemen cannot.

White citizens serve one year of military service and can directly become officers.

Black and Asian freemen serve ten years of military service to become citizens and must compete for spots.

Slaves are descendants of those who committed crimes in the past or those who lost the war in the previous civil war. They can be bought and sold freely.

However, only white citizens, nobles, and the king can own slaves and private armed forces.

Therefore, white people are naturally superior in West Continent. However, it's different in the Virtual Realm. No one knows anyone else, and even if they fight, they can't find the real-life person. When Black and Asian people see white people, they'll settle old scores, beating them to death... so there's a strategy circulating online in West Continent: never use a white person's appearance in the Virtual Realm.

Qing Chen sighed, he should have known about this sooner.

Now it's bad, doesn't it mean that he's naturally attracting endless hatred?!

This also shows that the Virtual Realm is indeed decentralized. Otherwise, how could the high-ranking white people and nobles tolerate being targeted in a virtual world ? They would've tracked the IP address and killed them through the internet long ago!

In this way, Qing Chen felt that the world was even stranger. It couldn't be under the control of the Roosevelt family.

Thinking about this, he felt that this matter wasn't that simple. Perhaps the relationship between the Virtual Realm and the Roosevelt family is more complex, leading to the emergence of such a distorted product of society. Qing Chen asked, "So, is the new player's spawn point fixed?"

"Yes," the young Black man nodded, "The Virtual Realm only has one city, and the city has 100 new player spawn points. Everyone who dies must start over, even if they're an S-level big shot. After death, they become new F-class players, with no money, equipment, or levels."

Just like in the real world, life is only once and cannot be repeated.

Qing Chen muttered, "There's no safe zone or new player protection either. It's too realistic."

Yi asked, "Did you encounter some problem?"

"No," Qing Chen said casually, "I'm just asking casually, don't overthink it. By the way, do all new players "spawn' with a key?"

His key was already looted...

The young Black man said, "That's a free dungeon entry chance from the Virtual Realm. After using it, you need to buy a key."

"I see," Qing Chen nodded, fortunately, this key is not very crucial. It seems that the people guarding the spawn point are not there to kill him for no reason but to specifically grab the newcomer gift pack's multiverse key, killing him along the way.

Isn't there any law in this Virtual Realm? They can just kill people casually?

"By the way, won't there be a punishment for killing someone intentionally?" Qing Chen wondered.

"Oh, there are many outlaws. After they kill someone, they can't buy anything from the mall, but they can ask their gangs to buy things for them..." The young Black man pondered, "Actually, the people guarding the spawn point are just small gangs. Big shots won't do this kind of thing because the key isn't expensive."

Qing Chen felt a toothache, does that mean that he was killed by small fry?

The young Black man said, "Shall we go online and help you wipe them out?"

"No need, I didn't encounter such danger! I'm fine! One last question, what is the status of white people in the Virtual Realm? I feel like everyone has a grudge against white people."

The young Black man said, "Even if it's an S-level big shot, they will die if their neck is cut."

Qing Chen looked at the time. Seeing that the one-hour forced logout time was up, he immediately went to the virtual room and prepared to re-enter the Virtual Realm! Yi probed, "Qing Chen, were you killed inside?"

"Impossible!" Qing Chen raised his voice, "Absolutely impossible!"

After saying that, he went into the virtual cabin.

Yi smiled, "Hehe, a man who always strives to be strong."

Qing Chen reconnected to the brain-computer interface, and the AI's voice sounded, "Detecting veteran player brainwaves, do you want to keep your original image or choose a new one?"

He calmly said, "No change."

"The last spawn point was No. 013, do you want to change it?"

Qing Chen continued, "No change."

The white soft light faded, and he appeared on the street just now.

A voice jeered, "It's the first time I've seen such a tough newbie. After just an hour, you dare to come back? No change of spawn point, and no new face?"

Then, Qing Chen was killed again.

This time, Qing Chen saw clearly that it was because the other party had a laser sword and pierced his heart with one strike. He sneered in his heart.

He was just a blank account, and the only valuable thing on him was looted. After resurrection, he had no newbie benefits, and it was fine to die many times.

I can make countless mistakes, but you can only make one.

Qing Chen lay in the virtual cabin with his eyes closed, preventing Yi from discovering that he had been killed again.

He repeatedly recalled the scene just now, looking for a chance to break through.

When the hour was up, Qing Chen reconnected to the brain-computer interface!

This time, he didn't hesitate at all. As if predicting the other party's actions, he dodged to the left, and before the other party could react, he went around to the crocodile head's side, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed him several times in the waist.

At this moment, Qing Chen made full use of the muscles a normal person could control.

After stabbing the crocodile head, he rushed towards another person.

But before he could kill the next one, someone used a laser sword to cut him from behind.

The gang had a total of nine people. It wasn't that easy to deal with them.

Qing Chen lay in the virtual cabin, simulating the scene and planning again and again. Yi leaned on the armrest of his virtual cabin, propping up her chin, as if she didn't find this long wait boring at all. In her long years, she had long been used to enduring the side effects of time like slow poison. Now, having someone to keep her company is good enough.

After an hour, Qing Chen entered again.

A laser pierced through him, and he died.

Another hour later, Qing Chen bent down to avoid the laser sword as soon as he entered. As he rolled forward, he arrived under the man's crotch and kicked him hard.

Immediately, after passing through the man's crotch and getting up quickly, he pushed the man's body toward another person and was killed along with the man by a laser sword.

Qing Chen's expression didn't change.

From the moment he appeared at the resurrection point, to when the other party saw him, to when he swung his sword, there was a nerve reflex time and a raising hand time, about 1.7 seconds.

If Qing Chen was fast enough, he could avoid it!

Qing Chen was repeatedly killed and re-entered the Virtual Realm without any discouragement.

Since when did Qing Chen's dictionary not have the word discouragement?

Perhaps it was when Shendai Yunhe dragged him through the snow. Or perhaps it was when he broke out of the A02 base?

Those people in the Virtual Realm had only experienced several multiverse dungeons and some war-like games.

But Qing Chen had just killed more than 1,200 people a few hours ago! Check latest chapters at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩

In this world, tigers will always be tigers, and lambs will always be lambs!

On the fourteenth try, Qing Chen killed two people.

On the fifteenth try, Qing Chen killed one person.

On the sixteenth try, Qing Chen killed four people.

From this moment on, the number of opponents was less than nine because they also had to experience the one-hour forced logout. Even though they had teammates to send equipment, they started from F-class like Qing Chen.

At this time, Qing Chen only needs to log in one second earlier than them, which is a huge advantage!

In fact, the small gang that hunted down the spawn point was starting to collapse. They were tired of killing Qing Chen again and again, and they felt a little scared.

They weren't afraid of death, because death here is virtual.

They were afraid that... Qing Chen didn't seem to know what fear was.

Qing Chen tirelessly logged in, died, logged in, died, endlessly.

Until the twenty-fourth time, Qing Chen logged in when there were only three people left.

He dodged again, using his left arm to take a laser sword injury as a price and rushed to one of the gang members. Qing Chen bit down on the other party's carotid artery, letting blood fill his mouth, and his right hand took the laser sword, and with flowing movements, he moved between the two people.

In an instant, he narrowly dodged the other party's lightsaber.

And the laser sword in his right hand, at an extremely strange but smooth angle, slashed down from the neck of the enemy on the left and pierced the abdomen of the enemy on the right.

Qing Chen knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, and the two enemies on his left and right sides froze in place and then collapsed, disappearing.

The spawn point echoed with cries, but not Qing Chen's.

As the three corpses on the ground disappeared, he stood there panting. This world was so real that even his cardiopulmonary function was no different from that of ordinary people.

There was a large amount of equipment dropped on the ground: three laser swords, more than ten multiverse keys, and some cash.

Qing Chen was like he had cleared a bunch of small monsters and suddenly became rich!

No wonder people in this world like to rob money, grabbing money is... really damn satisfying!

Near the spawn point, many people silently watched this scene, and even took videos.

The white boy's left arm had burns and blood, but he sat down firmly, putting all the spoils of war next to him without any hesitation.

But it's not over yet.

Now, it's his turn to guard the corpses!

As the small gang members resurrected one by one, Qing Chen, with his almost instantaneous nerve reflex speed, sent them away one by one, no matter how many times they tried, the result would not change.