Chapter 191 – Cat Dad Receives Leaked Files

Chapter 191 – Cat Dad Receives Leaked Files

“I hear you.”

Pan Xian, who was still staying in L.A., looked at his phone and read Dong Junya’s messages. He had predicted this when he attacked Miao Damao.

He sighed and muttered to himself.

“Mu-Nyang, I’ve already looked into the future. In the future without Mao Miaomiao, my chance is only 50/50. With Mao Miaomiao on your side, you will win 99% out of one million possible futures. But in the timeline with Mao Miaomiao and Xiaomao…”

Pan Xian’s face turned dark. He glanced at the floating system screen next to him.

On the screen, it showed the live stream of Hiiro Narukami, the strongest player in World One. The player had already acquired ten mythic items, and his level was over 900. As for his status, Hiiro’s total status points were at least a hundred times stronger than Xiaomao’s.

Xiaomao was not in Hiiro’s league. On the other hand, Hiiro might be able to defeat Mao Miaomiao, who was rising in World Two and was in the middle of gathering his previous life’s allies.

‘I’ll rig the next event and put Mao Miaomiao against Hiiro. It would be nice if Hiiro could kill him, but chances are – Mu-Nyang will definitely intervene.’

Pan Xian closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. He rested his forearm on his forehead, calculating the future.

‘I wished I had a proper war strategist. I can’t rely on Hongjun or the sages forever. Those guys are stubborn old men that can’t even handle the weakened Mao Family.’

Without anybody to rely on, Pan Xian grumbled and closed his eyes.

A minute later, he accidentally fell asleep and had a dream.

In his dream, Pan Xian saw his enemies fight with each other. Mao Miaomiao, the right-hand man of Mu-Nyang, ended up fighting against his old friends.

Pan Xian instantly woke up. He jumped out from his sofa and clenched his fists.

‘I don’t need to focus on Mao Miaomiao or Mu-Nyang. I can just steal their allies and put them against each other by force. I have the advantage of entity’s power and knowledge of sage curses, but those men are only ex-deities at best! As long as I can distract Mu-Nyang and his Cathulhus with Hongjun and sages by letting the company team harass Xiaomao, I can reclaim World Two and strengthen my position!’

After thinking this far, Pan Xian had a hundred ideas and inspirations. Countless schemes, trickeries, and stratagems came to his mind.

A faint smile appeared on Pan Xian’s mouth. He texted back to Dong Junya.

“Haste the update schedule. You have three months to finish the Landlord Patch and six months for the Hegemony Patch!”

Dong Junya stared at the messages on his phone. He gulped and replied.

“Wouldn’t the Hegemony Patch affect the entire world, sir? If I remember correctly, the patch has a fatal bug that affects every human on earth. At least 30% of the population will gain superpower without playing the game while the rest will lose their shadows and start seeing Solomon’s demons whenever their sanity is low. Our dev teams are working hard to fix those bugs right now.”

‘It doesn’t matter. Make it happen. Let the world knows that the era has changed, and supernatural entities exist. Also, contact Solomon and let him know that we wish to become his ally.’

“… Yes, sir.”

Venea

Xiaomao continued to hide near the Pangu Shrine of Venea Town. He waited for the response and the reactions to his post.

DING

DING

Within minutes, several players sent texts to his game character. Xiaomao checked the latest messages first.

[Spartan Guild is affiliated with Pangu Church. Their former HQ was in Siren City, but they have just moved to Yeet City today.]

The message came with images of their guild members, including the faces of their fighters.

Xiaomao narrowed his eyes as he remembered some of the players. Master Yeet, who almost killed Xiaomao, was also in the picture.

The other messages also gave similar info about the Spartan Guild, which disappointed Xiaomao.

However, after skimming through ten messages, the 11th DM gave Xiaomao a strange offering.

[My name is Wang Mang. I’m a former employee of Pangu Universe Incorporate, and I have all the game character names of all Pangu Faction’s players. The data is two weeks old, though. I’m selling it for a million USDT. Contact me if you’re interested.]

The message had an excel sheet file attachment, which was a demo of the leaked data. Xiaomao opened it and saw the list of player names, their real-life addresses, phone numbers, social IDs, in-game names, total NFTs, and even their credit card numbers!

Xiaomao’s right eyebrow twitched. He didn’t know if he should purchase the two-week-old database from this guy.

‘Something tells me that I shouldn’t take this guy’s deal. It sounds like a trap.’

As Xiaomao had fought a real cultivator recently, he reevaluated his strength and changed his mindset. There might be old monsters out there in the real world, but they chose to hide and work for Pangu in the shadow. He believed that might be one of the reasons why the Chinese government and half of the world managed to remain intact after the first invasion in his previous life.

Since Xiaomao didn’t want to contact Wang Mang anywhere in the real world, he tested the water by texting back.

“We’ll transfer 500 grand first, and you send your data to me. Once we’ve confirmed that the data is genuine, we’ll transfer the rest.”

There was no need to meet the guy. Xiaomao chose the online way.

Without fear, Xiaomao transferred 500,000 USDT to Wang Mang’s crypto wallet address. He had several million in his wallet, so giving away some changes wouldn’t hurt.

DING

10 seconds later, Wang Mang sent a new file to Xiaomao. It was no longer an excel sheet but a compressed zip file. Surprisingly, its size was over 500 GB.

Xiaomao scratched his head. He might be a gamer, but he was no programmer. The file surnames inside the compressed zip seemed foreign to him.

‘Can I have the good old simple excel or word doc? Oh, well. I suck at programming. I’ll just consult with those all-knowing immortals if they know anything about database programming. Or rather, I should google how to open these files.’

While Xiaomao was confused about what to do with the database files, the game system suddenly gave him a prompt message.

DING

<Detecting Pangu Oracle Database files. Would you like to open it?>

Xiaomao rejoiced. He reached out, planning to confirm it right away.

TWITCH

The right eyebrow suddenly twitched so hard that it created a small wound. Blood dripped down into his right eye.

‘Ow. What the hell?!’

Xiaomao pulled his tentacle away. He wiped his right eyebrow and glared at the system screen.

‘Fine. No. Not now!’

The system screen was closed. Then, the twitching subsided, and the wound was healed.

DING

A new window suddenly popped up after Xiaomao closed the previous screen. However, it was not a game message this time.

It was a private message from Chang’e.

[What did you do to the Mazinger Race that they recklessly sent a weak-ass karma string at you?]

‘Karma string?’

Chang’e warned him.

[Your karma might be invisible from plain sight, but gods and Pangu’s dogs can use their irregular karma to find you and trap your soul. You’re lucky that I’ve been monitoring you. I’m going to remove that karma string now!]

BADUMP

Something left Xiaomao’s body, and he suddenly felt like a heavy thing was yanked out from his heart.

DING

The compressed file earlier suddenly opened itself. However, the game system gave him a piece of good news.

<Converting the database into text-based files. Please wait…>

<Conversion completed.>

<The unnecessary files have been removed. You can freely browse the text-based files.>

Multiple large screens appeared around Xiaomao, surrounding him from all sides. He skimmed through the tables of texts and discovered that there were over 20,000 pages.

He gulped. One row contained all data of a player, but there were at least 100,000 rows.

At least 100,000 players already registered or joined Pangu’s side!

While Xiaomao was staring at the database in a daze, the Pangu Priest noticed him because of the expanded screens.

“WHO GOES THERE!?”

“Ah, crap. MU-NYA-NYA!”

Without explaining himself, Xiaomao struck first. Nothing could go wrong with taking the initiative to attack a priest of his enemy faction.

BOOM

The shaman fireball hit the priest, dealing 90,000 damage. Unfortunate players and newbies, who were in the middle of taking quests and submitting quests, also got hit by the AOE effect.

DING

<You have killed an innocent player!>

<WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY! You have gained extra negative karma!>

<Your karma has decreased by 200!>

<You have killed an innocent player!>

<WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY! You have gained extra negative karma!>

<Your karma has decreased by 200!>

The spam messages went on. A total of 30 players in the area died instantly which decreased Xiaomao’s karma by 6,000. It looked insignificant at a glance, but there was another effect that came with Xiaomao’s unique title.

Title: The Great Villain</strong>

This title is awarded to the true madman among the crazies. The only way to get this title is to achieve something that might cause an apocalypse or harm everybody in the world.

Effects:</strong>

– For every 1,000 negative karma you have, your combat status increases by 1%.

– When besieged by players with positive karma, increase ATK, M.ATK, DEF, and M.DEF by 50 %.>

Minus 6,000 karma was a 6% increase in combat stats!

Xiaomao blankly stared at his status window and the corpses of newbie players. He didn’t mean to kill them all.

Although players around the priest had died, the NPC was still alive. His HP only dropped by a third.

Xiaomao wryly smiled. He thought that an NPC like the priest should have over a million HP, but this guy only had less than 300,000, which was disappointing for a level-250 NPC.

“How weak, munya! Ice Lance… UP HIS CANDY ASS!”

An ice spear suddenly emerged under the priest’s feet. It impaled through his balls and exited through his head.

DOUBLE CRITICAL!

FATALITY

The Nut Cracker title finally did something. It increased the damage to over 200,000, reducing the priest’s HP to zero.

The priest collapsed to the ground and widened his eyes in disbelief. A hundred items exploded from his corpse and flew into Xiaomao’s body as if he was a magnet.