Chapter 392: Virtual Reality

"Haha—the one on your side was|killed." Sialim looked at his companion with a smile.

"What? It's not that the [player] on your side is too weak. The one on my side is a real magician. What is your one? A newcomer?" Larkin said dissatisfiedly. In the picture, the magician named Yamauchi Kurumi cooperated with his shadow familiar to knock down the robot named "Soldier" in a few strokes.

It is said to be a machine, but...in fact, it is just a series of data.

"Hey, what do you think about letting this magician and agent meet? Let a beautiful woman save the hero?" Cialim thought for a while and pressed the virtual keyboard a few times, and a brand new soldier appeared, but this body was the same as before. Several times the size, each of the two hands is two huge round hammers covered with spikes.

Lakin's eyes brightened slightly: "Okay... Then how about I arrange a route here, and then arrange for these two people to find Trismegist and detonate the nuclear bomb?"

"Despair after hope... It is indeed possible, wait for me to adjust the program."

Indeed, Yamauchi Kurumi and Ishizaki Rito thought they had broken in.

But no, the two were let in.

There were a few others with them, put in for... just not strong enough.

Then when they thought they had sneaked in, they were released together with the spies originally sent here by the Atlas Institute, passed out, and then... the consciousness was connected to the program.

Using the latest technology, their souls were transferred to the computer.

That is—among Trismegistes.

Everything there is fictional.

The purpose is to test the authenticity of Trismegistus and the feasibility of the spirit hacker plan. And these people... are all experimental subjects.

So far it looks good.

No one found something wrong, and found that it was not reality, but a virtual world.

Of course, this is also related to the environment.

The environment in the setting is that they successfully blended into the ship...the surroundings are surrounded by the sea, and the real place is only the ship, so the setting is also simpler. Otherwise, if they run around the world, it won't take long for them to discover the limit.

After all, although Trismegistus used the latest technology so far, it still had its own limitations.

It is very difficult to completely create a fictional city.

But perfecting a ship and the surrounding sea like this is not very difficult even for a Trismegistus.

And this device can also reproduce the strength of the Servant in the data.

But the stage is limited.

If there are too many manifestations, even Trismegistes will not be able to do it.

"We still have a lot of time to go to Japan... Until then, let's have fun."

…

Just like their script.

Rito Ishizaki and others [successfully] crossed layers of obstacles, and finally came to the pseudo-spirit computer in the cabin—Trismegistes.

Then, amidst the unwillingness, surprise, and accident on Ishizaki Rito's face, Kurumi Yamauchi detonated the nuclear bomb, ending everything.

Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.

Effectively helped the Atlas Institute and others to test the function of the current Trismegistus, allowing them, the producers, to have a deeper understanding of the things they made.

"However, it's a pity that I can't make NPCs..."

Sialim sighed: "Yeah, those people have already found something wrong after they arrived... After all, there are only a few of them, and there is no one in charge of defense in the Atlas Academy. It can be seen that it is not human, and there are too many defects."

It's not that there is no way to make an NPC, but if it is made, it can only move around according to the established procedures.

It is impossible to make an NPC with self-awareness.

"Okay, let's wash their memories and do it again."

"However, one person seems to be brain-dead..."

"Huh? Really, cut him out and start over with two backups."

…

Kurumi Yamauchi looked at the room she was in in surprise, and where she was now: "I... am still alive?"

No...she did detonate the nuke.

There is no reason for me to be alive in such an environment...

It would be correct to be vaporized in an instant, so... now... who the **** saved her?

"I woke up." The middle-aged man opened the door and looked at Kurumi Yamauchi and said with some surprise: "For a while, your brain waves and heartbeat have disappeared... I didn't expect you to come back to life. The technology of the Yamauchi family..."

"Minister." Yamauchi Kurumi sat up and saluted: "That... yes, but our immortality needs to be based on the physical body. In that case... I can't be alive .”

"In that case?" The middle-aged man frowned: "From the information I got, you were captured by the people of the Atlas Academy and used as an experiment until your brain died. After that... You returned it to us, if you hadn't confirmed your ability, you would have been cremated now! What did you... see?"

"Huh? Experimental product??" Kurumi Yamauchi's eyes widened in disbelief: "So...the ones I met are fake? No...those are not fake, so the fake ones are...now ?”

"Hey—don't distract yourself, what the **** is going on!"

"Yes... I'm sorry." Kurumi Yamauchi paused and said, "I... I remember that I found the nuclear bomb and successfully detonated it... It should be like this! I can be sure that It’s not hallucinations or anything! It’s something I’ve actually experienced, how could something like illusions confuse me!? But...if that’s the case, it shouldn’t be possible for me to continue to live...why..."

"So that's it... It seems that this is the technology of the Atlas Institute..." The person called the minister took a deep breath: "The experimental product you were treated as... [Spiritual calculation device Trismegistus] function test."

"what is that?"

"To put it simply, it's just a kind of illusion... But it doesn't rely on magic. This time... maybe it can be said to rely on technology. It really deserves to be the Atlas Institute." The minister's face was a little ugly, And... completely unable to take it over.

The guy's hands...

Holding something terrible.