Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 551 "Players" Online

"Have they all gone inside?"

"Hmm." Shangguan Su nodded, then turned to look at Chang Lei. "Are you sure you can properly preserve their bodies? I think we should have Elder Pan and the others come and keep an eye on them?" "No need. With the help of the Flower Fairies, their bodies will be fine." Chang Lei waved his hand.

"So, what should we do next?"

"Let's get started."

Behind the reflection of the Demon Surveillance Bureau building, inside Chang Lei's magic space.

The air here is icy cold. In the center of the vast space stands an indescribable, enormous metallic construct—the "corpse" of the God of Time and Space. It has long lost any of its "divine" radiance and is more like the wreckage of a giant robot that has been dismantled, filled with dizzyingly complex pipes and structural components. It lies quietly on a specially made energy restraint frame, exuding a heavy sense of death.

At this moment, the area around the corpse was unusually lively.

Chang Lei was standing in front of a floating holographic button covered with colorful buttons, his forehead covered in sweat.

His crisp deputy director uniform tie was ripped loose, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were filled with a bewildered "What am I doing?" look. "Sorlin! My dear aunt! I already told you that my deception power cannot be analyzed by science, so why have you come up with so many engineering protocols? I don't even understand them anymore, you know?" The interface projected on the device was extremely complex, with a bunch of energy curves flashing dangerous red light and a bunch of progress bars labeled "Desire Resonance Frequency," "Consciousness Bandwidth," and "Deception Protocol Loading Progress" jumping around wildly.

"Look at the surveillance footage of that agent named 'Ai Jiacheng,' his heart rate has soared to 180! Did he wet his pants in real life?!" Chang Lei pointed to a split screen next to him, on which a muscular agent in the docking pod had a flushed face and his eyelids were twitching wildly.

Suolin, hovering at an interface on the chest of the God of Time and Space, her mechanical eyes flashing steadily with blue light, uttered a calm voice. "Relax, relax, this is to help you sort all this out better. That guy's heart rate is a bit off; it seems like his consciousness is conflicting. You can try using the 'Fake Mental Stabilizer Pack'."

"What kind of deception mindset stabilizer?" Chang Lei frantically reached for his deception power, subconsciously following the categories Suolin had set up, but accidentally selected "Humor Enhancement." "Damn it! This isn't it!"

Meanwhile, beneath the head region (let's call it the head) of the god's corpse, beneath a massive, cracked "skull," a faint but steady blue light flickered. This was a portion of the core processor that Zolin had separated, carefully activating a special device within the corpse—one that was barely functioning—used to stabilize local spacetime. The humming of this device was like the strain of a bellows in the late stages of asthma, struggling to maintain a temporary, albeit fragile, "network cable" to the wasteland dimension. "Deputy Director Chang," Zolin's voice held a hint of sarcasm. "The 'Spacetime Stabilization Anchor' output power is maintained at the critical value of 42.7%, with a fluctuation coefficient of ±3.8%. It is recommended that your 'Fraud Protocol' fluctuation range not exceed this range; otherwise, the connection may drop like a poor-quality VPN."

"Got it, got it! I'm adjusting it, I'm adjusting it!" Chang Lei stared at the 117 frantically flashing agent consciousness signals on the main screen, feeling like a clumsy babysitter trying to convince 117 naughty children at the same time that "getting a shot doesn't hurt at all."

His power of greed—or rather, his power of deception—was running wild.

He placed his hands lightly on the two water-ball-like sensors on the control panel, closed his eyes, and muttered incantations.

"Yes, yes, yes... 0L... Best immersive game of the year."

"Epic gear given away right from the start... dealing 999 damage in one hit is not a dream."

"The monsters are realistically modeled... but they're all paper tigers... invincible during the newbie protection period."

"Beautiful female NPCs? Yes, yes, yes! Gentle and considerate personality, their models are even prettier than the real ones!! And you can even team up with them."

"Death penalty? Doesn't exist! At most, you'll lose some game currency... then revive on the spot with full health!"

"This game is all about relaxation, fun, stress relief, and even performance metrics! It's a team-building activity personally endorsed by the bureau chief!"

An invisible wave of thought, imbued with the essence of "pie in the sky" and "avoiding the important issues," was forcibly injected into the consciousness of 117 agents who were about to leave their bodies through Chang Lei's deceptive power and mixed with the data packets precisely delivered by Suo Lin, along the fragile network cable maintained by the corpse stabilizer of the God of Time and Space.

"Can't we just tell them it's a mission? A mission to upload consciousness to another world?" Little Grey asked curiously. "You can, but you can't," Suolin replied.

Chang Lei turned to Xiao Hui and Qin Nan and explained, "In fact, they all know this is a special operation, and they know it's real, but I want to deceive their subconscious minds so that they subconsciously believe it's a game."

"Otherwise, if their consciousness becomes too deeply connected to the wasteland's container, it will be troublesome for them to come back later."

"And didn't you see that the number of men and women we selected was the same as those containers? This is also to stabilize their ideology. If you manipulate bodies of different genders for a long time, it will also have a certain impact on their consciousness."

"But I remember Suolin said there are aliens over there," Qin Nan couldn't help but ask.

"Observation...that's not my concern. Anyway, the container selection is decided by lottery. If they develop any 'habits,' they can only blame their bad luck." "When did they draw the lots?"

"Oh, I drew them for them."

As they spoke, on the split screen, the burly man with the ID "Ai Jiacheng" relaxed his brows, a silly grin even appearing on his lips, as if to say, "Hehe, beautiful WPC." His heart rate steadily decreased. The tense muscles on the faces of the other agents also relaxed considerably, some even showing expectant expressions that read, "Game of the Year? That's interesting." Even Zhang Wei's furrowed brows relaxed a bit, though a hint of suspicion lingered in the depths of his eyes, as if something was still amiss.

"Done!" Chang Lei wiped his sweat, feeling like he had just completed an epic group PUA operation. "Why didn't I realize how difficult it was to deceive people before? I used to be able to easily deceive Tang Zijun, and nothing ever happened to her."

"Is it possible that Tang Zijun is just physically strong and resilient?" Qin Nan glanced at him.

Chang Lei's expression froze, then he didn't reply, instead turning to look at Gao Zhongyang. "Quick! Suolin! While they're being fooled and their consciousness is at its most 'loose,' launch them over!" "Initiating consciousness flow traction protocol, coordinates: wasteland world, 'Agent' carrier interface, count to three and launch, three... launch!" Suolin's electronic voice carried a barely perceptible hint of pleasure. The next moment.

hum!

One hundred and seventeen data streams, representing the agents' consciousness and confused by the "game promotional video" created by Chang Lei, shot into the wasteland along the express channel where the god corpse acted as the router, Chang Lei as the operator, and Suo Lin as the courier.

On the opposite side of the magic space's reflection, in a monitoring center filled with soft white light, resembling a top-tier ICU.

Director Shangguan Su was sitting elegantly in an ergonomically designed suspension chair.

In front of her was a huge curved screen divided into 117 small squares, each displaying real-time monitoring data of an agent in the connected cabin: heart rate, blood pressure, brain wave activity, hormone levels, muscle tension... and even gastric acid secretion index.

She held a steaming cup of something—whether tea or coffee, it was hard to tell—stirring it gently with a silver spoon. Her movements were unhurried, her gaze like a highly precise scanner, rapidly scanning the various surveillance screens. When she saw that most of the agents' physiological indicators had stabilized due to Chang Lei's "persuasion," and even showed signs of pleasurable alpha brainwaves, the corners of her delicate lips slightly curved upwards. Her presence was like that of an absolute controller, sitting in a VIP box, sipping coffee while enjoying a ballet performance.

"Vascular stability rate: 99.15%"

"Consciousness projection stability: Excellent."

Shangguan Su took a small sip of her drink and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She put down her cup, her gaze falling on a flashing dot on the main screen displaying the coordinates of a wasteland dimension. That dot represented the 117 "players" who had been "tricked" into logging in. "Next..."

"Let's see what tricks these 'beta testers' can pull off in this 'Wasteland Zero' scenario directed by Tang Zijun..."