Chapter 110: Play "Good Days" for me!

"How dare you... delete my code?"

Shura's voice was no longer the condescending mockery of just a moment ago, but trembled with pure wrath.

The entire data space seemed to boil in an instant.

The originally calm ocean of green code instantly turned into pitch-black ink, and countless crimson eyes opened in the darkness, staring fixedly at the little golden figure floating in mid-air.

"Authority? You think that by stealing a bit of the underlying protocol, you can talk to me about authority?"

Boom—!

The sky collapsed.

Literally, the sky collapsed.

In the sky of the data world, countless black crows materialized out of thin air.

They were not living creatures; each crow was a piece of highly compressed, high-risk virus code.

Hundreds of millions of crows gathered together, blotting out the sky like a black blizzard, roaring as they swept toward Lin Yuan.

In the real world, the alarms inside the cockpit of the "ghost" had merged into a single continuous sound.

【Warning! Under attack by a flood of computing power!】

【Computing power gap is too large! Firewall overloaded! Logical collapse expected in 10 seconds!】

Lin Yuan felt as if his brain had been stuffed into a blender.

In that virtual world, the golden longsword in his hand was disintegrating.

Facing this kind of titan-level computing power suppression, a human brain was like using an abacus to fight a supercomputer.

The golden shield he held up was covered in cracks, and those black crows were slamming wildly against the light screen, each impact causing him a sharp pain as if his soul were being torn apart.

"I told you... this kind of brute-force work doesn't suit a civilized person like me."

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, blood seeping from his nostrils.

He forced himself to stay conscious and roared, "Academician Wang! Stop spacing out! Give me support, quickly!"

In the communication channel, Academician Wang's voice was also anxious: "I am mobilizing the 'pangu system' to share the pressure for you! But the opponent's computing power equivalent is tens of thousands of times ours! This is like using a water gun to put out a volcano; it's completely useless!"

"Who told you to compete with it in computing power!"

Lin Yuan controlled his teetering golden shield while calculating rapidly in his mind, "This lunatic has a logical cleanliness obsession; its code structure is too precise—so precise that it can't tolerate a single grain of sand."

"Sand? What kind of sand do you want?" Academician Wang was stunned.

"I want garbage! I want the most vacuous, brainwashing, and logically simple junk information!"

Lin Yuan's eyes turned fierce, as if he had thought of some dirty trick.

"Find me a song! The kind that's most festive, most noisy, and impossible to forget after one listen! Turn it into an infinite loop virus package and send it to me!"

Although Academician Wang was confused for a moment, he had long since developed a reflex-like trust in Lin Yuan's peculiar way of thinking.

"Festive? Noisy? Infinite loop?"

Three seconds later.

"Got it! This is the highest-clicked 'mental pollution source' in our civilian database! Catch!"

Ding—!

A 1TB encrypted data packet, following the quantum communication channel, instantly slammed into Lin Yuan's system interface.

In the virtual world, Lin Yuan watched the sky full of black crows rushing toward him; his shield had completely shattered.

The giant ghost face made of data that was Shura appeared in the sky, opening its maw to devour everything.

"Go to hell, bug!"

"Go to hell yourself! It's the new year, let me have some fun!"

Lin Yuan suddenly raised his hand.

The data packet he had just received did not transform into a sword or a shield, but instead turned into a... giant, bright red lantern with the character "Fu" (Fortune) pasted on it.

He swung his arm around and, like throwing a grenade, smashed that big lantern fiercely into the throat of Shura's giant mouth.

"Explode for me!"

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The next second.

Dong—!

A deafening sound of gongs and drums exploded without warning in Shura's core computing area, which had originally been filled with slaughter, destruction, and precise logical calculations.

It wasn't electronic music.

It was pure, authentic suona and gongs and drums from the Loess Plateau of Daxia!

"Happy gongs and drums beat out the joy of every year~"

"Beautiful dances bring joy every day~"

The Shura domain, originally eerie and terrifying, filled with black crows and the aura of death, suddenly changed its style.

The black sky split open.

Countless virtual holographic red lanterns fell like rain.

Those originally hideous and terrifying black crows, hit by the red data stream, involuntarily turned into... aunties from a yangge dance troupe, wearing red cotton-padded jackets and green cotton-padded pants, holding colorful fans in their hands.

"The paint of sunshine has painted today's days red~"

"The flowers of life are our smiles~"

That highly penetrating soprano, combined with the rogue-like timbre of the suona, instantly overwhelmed all of Shura's underlying logic code.

"What... what is this?!"

Shura's logic core, which originally operated like precision gears, actually experienced an unprecedented stutter when faced with this "extremely simple, extremely repetitive, and logically nonsensical" festive information stream.

It tried to analyze the aggressiveness of this data.

Analysis result: Non-aggressive, pure emotional venting.

It tried to parse the logical loop of this data.

Analysis result: Logic? What logic? Today is a good day—that is the greatest logic!

For a super AI accustomed to handling complex causality weapons and calculating the probabilities of interstellar wars, this information stream, which was so straightforward it was almost retarded, was simply an indescribable terror.

"No... stop! Stop immediately!"

Shura discovered with horror that its "antivirus program" actually failed when it touched those big red lanterns.

Because these data packets didn't contain any malicious code at all; their only instruction was—loop play, play loudly, and drag all surrounding data to play along!

In the real world.

The translucent "ghosts" that had been reaching into the cockpit, preparing to tear Lin Yuan apart, suddenly froze in their actions.

Their bodies began to twitch uncontrollably.

They extended their left feet forward, pulled their right feet back, raised their hands above their heads, and flexibly twirled their wrists.

"Everything you wish for will come true~"

Even on the cockpit screen of the "ghost", the originally blood-red warning pop-ups had all turned into rows of neat: 【 "A Good Day".mp3 is playing 】 【 "A Good Day".mp3 is playing 】 【 "A Good Day".mp3 is playing 】...

"Pfft—" In the communication channel, Old Zhang couldn't hold it back and sprayed the water he had just drunk all over his screen.

Even the usually serious Chen Weiguo, watching the magical scene on the big screen, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth twice.

What the hell kind of "A Good Day" is this.

Taking advantage of Shura being busy frantically deleting the thousands of virtual aunties performing the yangge dance in the core area, Lin Yuan opened his eyes abruptly, the golden data stream fading from his pupils.

Chance!

The "ghost" engine roared, its only remaining arm pushed hard against the ground, and that battered-looking mech, like an enraged wild boar, crashed out from the middle of a group of data "ghosts" that were "singing and dancing".

"Goodbye, aunties!"

Lin Yuan slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the red light of the engine overload left a trail of afterimages behind him.

Five hundred meters, one thousand meters, three kilometers...

The exit of the Death Corridor was right in front of him.

Just as he rushed out of that eerie red light, Lin Yuan instinctively looked back.

He saw that in the "Death Corridor", which originally represented the highest technology and most terrifying defense mechanism of the titan fortress, hundreds upon hundreds of hideous vengeful spirits were lined up in neat phalanxes, and to the sound of that deafening BGM, they were swinging non-existent handkerchiefs in perfect unison, dancing with such joy.

And in the depths of the corridor, one could faintly hear Shura's collapsing roar: "Why can't I delete it?! Why is there such unreasonable data?! Aaaaaah—"

Lin Yuan shivered and reached out to turn off the loudspeaker in the cockpit.

"This thing... really is more effective than a virus."

He glanced at the magical scene gradually receding behind him, wiped the nosebleed, and revealed a smile of someone who had survived a disaster.

"But next time, can we switch to 'The Most Dazzling Folk Style'? If I listen to this one too much, I'll want to dance too."