OBS Chapter 48 Meng Po, stop acting, Oscar owes you a big red flower.
Chapter 48 Meng Po, stop acting, Oscar owes you a big red flower.
The cyber music festival on the banks of the River of Oblivion has completely degenerated into a large-scale online virus launch event.
The crimson data stream, like a plague, spread wildly along the "fiber optic" network that the underworld had just laid.
The first stop is the Bridge of Helplessness, which has the largest volume of business.
The screens of the several Meng Po soup vending machines at the bridgehead, which V had personally modified, flickered wildly, and finally a huge red skull popped up in unison.
"Clang, clang."
The canister of Meng Po soup began to spray out uncontrollably, and on the cans that were spraying out, Meng Po's kind smile was distorted into a grotesque clown expression.
"Warning! This product is expired. Drinking it will allow you to randomly experience one hundred ways your ex-husband might die!"
The cold, electronic voice played on a loop at the bridgehead, scaring the ghosts who were queuing up for soup into turning tail and running away.
The order of the Bridge of Helplessness collapsed instantly.
Meng Po, who was directing her subordinates to replenish the "First Love Peach Oolong Flavor" stock at the bridgehead, was stunned for a moment when she saw this scene.
She looked up and saw Chu Jiang on the holographic projection, clutching his chest and "blowing black smoke," looking as weak as if his CPU was about to burn out.
Meng Po's expression changed instantly, despite her having lived for countless millennia.
She stomped her foot and kicked over a large pot next to her that was used to brew the traditional Meng Po soup.
"Splash!"
The scalding soup, mixed with the remnants of various vengeful spirits' memories, spilled all over the ground.
"I can't take this anymore! I can't live like this!"
Meng Po ripped off the hairpin from her head, and her full head of silver hair instantly became disheveled, making her look like a worker driven mad by a heartless boss.
She plopped down on the ground, slapped her thigh, and began to wail loudly at Chu Jiang's "pale" face in the holographic projection.
"Chu Jiang, you damned liar, I never believed your nonsense about milk tea collaborations and automation."
"Now look what's happened! You've squandered our entire fortune! You're even ruining the underworld!"
"My soup! My secret recipe, simmered for hundreds of thousands of years!"
Her cries, amplified by the on-site sound system, echoed throughout the entire underworld. They sounded so heart-wrenching that they brought tears to the eyes of all who heard them.
Qin Guangwang and his entourage, who were trembling in the VIP booth, saw that even Meng Po had "collapsed," and their last shred of hope completely crumbled.
"It's over, all over!" King Yama slumped into a chair, his face ashen. "Even Meng Po has gone mad. The Underworld is truly going to be restarted this time!"
"Quick! Run!"
Someone shouted, and all the officials, judges, and ghost generals present no longer cared about their official dignity. They all ran away with their heads in their hands, wishing they had more legs.
The chaos at the scene reached its peak.
In the corner, Bruch, who was in charge of security, watched all of this with a blank expression.
He pulled out a tablet from his pocket, opened a document called "Evaluation Form for Wartime Emergency Response Performance of Underworld Officials," and began to perform facial recognition and marking on the fleeing figures one by one.
"Liu Neng, the deputy director of the Reincarnation Bureau, deserted his post and has 1000 Yin Virtue Credit Points deducted."
"Wang Erma, the registrar of the City God's Office, panicked and caused a stampede. He has 800 credit points deducted from his credit score."
"..."
He entered the data meticulously, like an emotionless performance scoring machine.
Meanwhile, in the office of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the Underworld.
With a "plop," Chu Jiang disappeared from the holographic projection.
In the office, he plopped back into his ancient wooden boss's chair, crossed his legs, picked up a chilly "Forget-the-River Mojito" from the table, and slurped down a large mouthful.
The faint, lifeless appearance that seemed on the verge of extinction vanished without a trace.
"V, how was my performance just now? Was it good enough to get into Hollywood?" Chu Jiang asked the girl at the control panel next to him.
V didn't even turn his head, his fingertips leaving afterimages on the virtual keyboard.
"Boss, your micro-expression control needs improvement. Your heart rate fluctuates too much, making it easy for the high-precision life detector to detect." She calmly gave a professional evaluation. "However, Meng Po's acting skills are really good. Her explosiveness and infectiousness are top-notch. She deserves an Oscar."
"That's right, a veteran actor." Chu Jiang nodded, then looked at Li the programmer on the other side, "Has the fish taken the bait yet?"
Li, the coder, pushed up his non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a complex and chaotic stream of data was projected onto the tablet computer.
"Boss, the 'Virtual Hell' folder has received 95% of the virus data stream. The attacker is frantically attacking our underlying firewall, attempting to gain root administrator privileges."
"Very good." Chu Jiang sneered.
He had long anticipated that a simple virus attack was only the first step; the other party's ultimate goal was to seize control of the "Santu Kuaidu" APP.
This application is now the central nervous system of the entire underworld.
Whoever controls it controls the lifeline of the entire underworld.
"Can the other party's network address be locked?"
"No, the other side used at least three thousand botnets as stepping stones, and... the data stream contains a faint trace of Buddhist light and the aura of a blood sacrifice formation, which has strong anti-tracking characteristics," Li the programmer replied.
"Buddha's light? Blood sacrifice?" Chu Jiang sneered. "Looks like old friends and new friends have teamed up to give me a big gift."
He stood up, walked to the huge French windows, and looked out at the chaotic underworld.
Countless ghosts were running through the streets, and a glaring red alarm was flashing on the holographic GG sign, making it seem as if the world was truly facing its end.
"Boss, their attacks are getting more and more intense. Our 'virtual server' Soul Devouring Beast is about to collapse and keeps hiccuping," V reported.
"It's time to give them a real shock."
Chu Jiang turned around, his face returning to that "weak" expression, and he even forced himself to cough twice.
He ordered V: "Sever my vital signs and broadcast a public announcement on the entire underworld's public channels, saying that I... died in the line of duty, a heroic sacrifice."
V paused for a moment, then understood Chu Jiang's intention, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Understood! Rest in peace, boss. We will make your ashes into a memorial medal to remember you forever."
"At the same time," Chu Jiang added, "in order to prevent the underworld system from completely collapsing, I issued a final order 'before I died,' to open the highest administrator privileges to the public for three minutes. After three minutes, the system will automatically lock and start the formatting process."
Upon hearing this, Li, the programmer, brightened up: "Boss, are you trying to... entrap us?"
"No, this is called luring the snake out of its hole." Chu Jiang lay back in the boss's chair, assuming a comfortable position. "I want to see who these people are so eager to come and collect my corpse."
The order has been issued.
The next second, all the screens in the entire underworld, whether it was the "GG" sign at the Gates of Hell, the vending machine at the Bridge of Helplessness, or even the "Three Paths Crossing" app on every ghost's phone, all went black.
A line of striking white characters slowly appeared.
Obituary
Chu Jiang, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the Underworld and CEO of the Three Paths Express Company, sacrificed his life to defend against an unknown cyber virus intrusion. The Underworld will forever remember his deeds.
[System Final Command: Supreme Administrator privileges will be granted in ten seconds and will last for three minutes, after which the world formatting process will begin.]
[Countdown: 10, 9, 8...]
The entire underworld fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
All the ghosts stared blankly at the obituary, their minds completely blank.
died?
The man who turned the underworld upside down is dead.
Deep within the underworld, in a hidden space shrouded in Buddhist light and blood energy.
Several dark figures stared at the countdown in the water mirror and burst into suppressed, maniacal laughter.
"It's a success! He's finally dead!"
"Quickly! Prepare to take over the system! From today onwards, we'll decide who owns the underworld!"
In the office, a red dot was flashing wildly on Li's tablet.
"Boss, the fish has taken the bait."
Chu Jiang closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.
"Don't rush, wait until it swallows the whole hook."
"What I want is more than just a fish."
He said softly.
"What I want is the entire fishpond behind it."