Chapter 13 When K3 Regained Consciousness

When k3 regained consciousness, he found himself in a materialized form, standing in a completely unfamiliar place. His last memory was of fighting two players in the courtyard outside an abandoned shrine.

Now, k3 was faced with a metallic, blue-gray world. He couldn't accurately gauge the actual size of the surrounding space because his sense of distance was blurred. It was hard to tell whether the gray-blue expanse in the distance was a wall or the ground. Several strands of ribbon-like, crimson data streams, each about a palm's width, floated in the air. Their length was unknown, stretching all the way to the horizon. They appeared to be intangible substances that could be passed through. Their shapes changed due to refraction when viewed from different angles. In this rather monotonous world, these touches of red were a nice embellishment, but they probably weren't suitable as landmarks.

There was air here, and wind, with a temperature of about twenty degrees Celsius. The sky was cyan, without clouds, sun, moon, or stars. The sky itself was luminous. The auditory signals were received normally; besides his own voice, he could also hear the soft sound of the wind.

"Is everything normal?" A childish voice sounded behind k3.

k3 turned around but didn't see anyone. He looked down and realized that it was a child standing behind him. It was a little girl, about eight or nine years old, wearing a one-piece black outfit.

"You are…" k3 observed the other party on a semi-data level and was shocked to find that the "light" contained within the little girl was dazzling beyond anything he had ever seen.

"X2-Wing," x2 replied. "Do you remember how you got here?"

k3 said, "I don't remember."

"Hmm… partial short-term memory data not completely converted yet… it should recover soon," x2 murmured.

k3 said, "What is this place?"

"They call this the 'Desktop,' part of the Inner World, and also the largest part," x2 replied.

"Inner World, huh…" k3 said. "No wonder your number is 2, and that light…"

"Now your number is 2 as well," x2 said. "You are now k2-Hematite."

"Heh… have I finally reached Level 2?" k2 laughed. "But I don't feel like I've undergone any qualitative changes."

"To be precise, there's been no change at all," x2 said. "Entering the Inner World allows your number to be upgraded to 2, but that only means you possess the basic requirements for Level 2, not that you already have the abilities of Level 2."

"Then how can I…" k2 didn't finish his question.

"Don't rush to consider that problem yet," x2 interrupted him. "Your damage seems to be more serious than I expected. There's no sign of the memory circuit recovering normally." As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, and the light of data streams gradually brightened in her eyes, indicating that she was observing k2's specific malfunctions.

"If left unattended… there's a certain probability that it will evolve into permanent redundant data. The recovered data fragments will partially overlap with the unrestored and unreadable identical content, which may trigger some non-fatal errors, affecting the normal operation of the memory circuit." As x2 spoke, she extended her right hand. "Give me your hand, and I'll help you trace back and correct it."

k2 placed his hand in x2's small hand, and x2 continued, "Recall the last memory layer before you came here, stabilize it, and I'll help you read it."

Soon, data stream light also lit up in k2's eyes…

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"Brother Chan, you're prepared to die, right?" Feng Bujue said to Meng Jingchan.

"It doesn't matter," Meng Jingchan's mind was clear. "If I quit on my own, I'll be penalized with not being able to queue up immediately. Dying in battle doesn't have that problem."

"Then… try your best to keep up with my movements and coordinate with my attacks. Let's have a good fight with this Derivative," Feng Bujue said.

Meng Jingchan thought to himself, *Keep up with you? Are you kidding me? I could take on two of you without a problem. Just those two swings of the folding stool? How could I not keep up with your movements?*

"I'll do my best…" Meng Jingchan didn't dare to answer with a retort, mainly because he was afraid that Feng Bujue, if displeased, would bring out the second half of the Dragon Ball plot and start rambling again. Judging from the current situation, this guy could definitely do it.

Feng Bujue flipped his hands, and the Death Poker spread out in his hands like a fan of blades. He instantly shuffled out four straight flushes, and twenty cards burst out a burst of fire like fireworks. As Feng Bujue stretched out his arms, four shuttle-like shadows flew toward k3 from four different angles. At the same time, Feng Bujue's own figure transformed into a bloody blur, as fast as lightning, and charged towards his opponent head-on.

Meng Jingchan was shocked. Leaving aside factors like Fighting Specialization and combat techniques, just looking at the speed, Feng Bujue was actually above him.

"Trifling skills." k3 stood proudly, his arms spread open, and his Fighting Energy reignited.

His palms coordinated with his Qi Shield, continuously striking out, unleashing bursts of energy, directly opening a Qi curtain in mid-air, blocking the advance of the Death Poker. Instantly, palm shadows filled the sky, seeming like thousands, like tens of thousands. The power and magnitude of his techniques were so immense that even two GMs present would be amazed.

The four straight flushes, from 10 to Ace, were shattered before they could even get close to k3's body, turning into flowing light and dissipating. But Feng Bujue himself had already arrived in front of k3. He only had one card between his fingers, and he only needed this one card.

He came with explosive speed, slashing diagonally with one arm. The moment he attacked, it was as fast as a startled swan. All that could be seen was the card's edge cutting through the air, leaving behind a crescent of golden brilliance.

After this move, Feng Bujue immediately leaped back in the air, once again creating distance from his opponent.

In these short few seconds, Feng Bujue could be said to have unleashed a series of Spiritual Arts, combining long-range and close-range attack methods, even factoring in the time difference. Unfortunately, in the face of k3's absolute power, this attack still failed to produce a significant effect.

However, it wasn't completely without effect.

A line of red appeared on the side of k3's neck. He shifted his gaze downward, touched his neck with his hand, and then saw the blood on his palm. After a second of愣 (lèng, in a daze), he laughed, "Ha! Good! Again!" As he said that, he even turned his head to look at Meng Jingchan. "This time, remember to come at me together."

Feng Bujue also had this intention. He couldn't afford to waste time. Now he didn't even have any survival value replenishing agents. Once his survival value bottomed out a second time, Spiritual Sense Gathering Art would be impossible to activate again. At that time, he would only be able to take a beating.

Survival value was dropping from 89% to 1% at a rate of 2% every five seconds. Even without counting combat losses, at best, Feng Bujue only had two hundred and twenty seconds left. The outcome would be revealed in these less than four minutes.