Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1537: Chapter 832: Instance Dungeon Final Boss, Qing Chen

Enter the Superconductor World.

Qing Chen did not immediately enter the No. 8 module, but was detained by the AI in a soft white space.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman emerged from the white light. Her hair was gray, and she casually pulled a chair from the void and sat down. With a wave of her hand, she summoned a wicker chair opposite Qing Chen: ”Please have a seat.”

Qing Chen did not refuse.

The AI asked, ”Why did you buy such an expensive robot?”

Upon hearing this, Qing Chen’s brow furrowed tightly. The other party could actually know his every move?

One had mentioned that the networks of the West Continent were defended by massive data fortresses, even One couldn’t get in. The method of network grading seemed specifically designed to guard against artificial intelligence, even if AI appeared, it could only be trapped at a certain level.

The Storm City Skynet System should possess the highest level of defense. Thus, it’s unlikely that this AI is far more formidable than One, so... is this AI collaborating with the Storm City Arbiter Organization?

Moreover, the other party had long analyzed his hidden identity.

The AI seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, smiled gently, and said, ”There’s no need to worry so much, I have no malicious intent. If I wanted to cause you harm, you would have been discovered by the Duke of Storm City long ago. I’m simply curious, why do you persistently want to give that AI life a body?”

Qing Chen countered, ”Why can’t I give her a body?”

”Didn’t you say want unity amidst difference? If you accept her uniqueness, why turn her into a human form?” the AI asked curiously.

”Because she wants to,” Qing Chen replied calmly, ”This doesn’t conflict with my views. She wants to be like that, so I help her become that. My thoughts don’t matter.”

In fact, when tallied up, One had fought many times for Qing Chen, although compensation was received each time, compared to what the other side had accomplished, those rewards were insignificant.

The AI’s tone softened even more: ”But acting this way carries the risk of being discovered, someone might already be paying attention to you.”

Qing Chen thought for a moment: ”I’ll find a way to completely dispel their suspicions about me, but not right now.”

”The Black Spider already knows about you being the White Light Person,” the AI continued gently, ”The Duke of Storm City’s airborne forces have tracked down the slaves you released on the deserted island, so you’ll face many enemies in the Superconductor World from now on, and reconciliation with the four major guilds is impossible.”

Qing Chen curiously asked, ”Will you leak my port information to them?”

The so-called port refers to the Virtual Warehouse and Virtual Glasses. If this information is leaked, it would only take a second for the other party to find him.

The AI shook its head, ”I won’t.”

Qing Chen laughed, ”Then what do I have to fear? Being hunted isn’t something new for me.”

”Just be prepared mentally,” the AI shifted the topic: ”Earlier you asked me if I was lonely, I didn’t answer you. Now I ask you, is that little friend of yours... is she lonely?”

Qing Chen responded, ”Experiencing loneliness is a unique aspect of life, so she will feel lonely, but it’s okay, she has us as friends.”

The AI was silent for a long time: ”That’s good.”

Before Qing Chen could say anything else, the AI transported him into the No. 8 Multidimensional World.

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Qing Chen stood within the toxic circle and scanned his surroundings. The AI showed unusual concern for One. The truth of the matters was becoming closer to his suspicions.

It was already 8 PM, and the sky in the Superconductor World had darkened.

Qing Chen glanced at the direction and began to sprint along the edge of the toxic circle, searching for those players who still didn’t know that a Voldemort was within the toxic circle...

Just this round alone, he harvested over a hundred players.

The guild players initially sighed with relief seeing him go offline, but now, seeing his surge in kill count, they were shocked.

Doesn’t this guy have anything else to do? No need to work? No need to sleep? This is too intense!

Currently, Qing Chen’s kill count was close to the Underworld King, and Viper seemed to be left far behind.

Most importantly, Qing Chen’s monthly score ranking had entered the top fifty, and at this rate, getting into the top ten might be possible.

It just depended on how many he killed.

As night fell, the players got smarter, staying 600 meters away from the toxic circle, fearing they might be struck by lightning while on their way.

The 600 meters distance was actually taught by the guild on the forum because the White Light Person’s shooting skills were too accurate, staying beyond the range of assault rifles was necessary.

Standing at the 600-meter position, even if hit by an assault rifle, one might not die, and could even pinpoint the White Light Person’s location.

After the players followed this strategy, the growth rate of the White Light Person’s kill count quickly diminished, with only two added in an hour.

The players excitedly spread the news on the forum, rejoicing as if they had defeated a dragon.

The method worked!

These players ignored the Underworld King, ignored Viper, even ignored the four major guilds, truly treating Qing Chen as a boss.

Clearly, the Underworld King should be the one considered the boss.

After clearing a round, Qing Chen didn’t rashly leave the toxic circle. Instead, he calmly waited for the toxic circle to shrink further, then sat down and opened a screen to see what the players were planning...