"When my judge's pen pierces the data barrier, those gods wailing in the neon rainstorm are nothing but the collapsed AI in the cloud."
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The freezer in the funeral home exploded at midnight, and Yan Wuhuan's mechanical prosthetic eyes lit up with a cold blue light amid the corpse odor.
The nerve interface of the left eye still retains the burning memory of the stage spotlight falling.
The retinal projection of the right eye is playing the death log of this body in a loop:
[No. CZ-307 entered the morgue, died of Level 3 cybernetic virus infection, and the last operation before his death was to implant an illegal brain core into his brother Chen Yan]
At this moment, 72 corpses in the cold room are crawling out of the freezer twitchingly.
Dark red optical fibers grew from their spines, and the encrypted runes of the Candle Dragon Guard danced in their pupils.
Yan Wuhuan's blood-stained opera robe passed by the holographic billboard, and the neon light and shadow cut out strange theatrical makeup on his face——
The cyber celebrity who died tragically thirty years ago is using the same facial recognition code to log into the black market server.
Welcome to Aurora City, a vertical prison soaked in data formalin:
- **Eternal Crucible** eats the traffic of 8,000 electronic souls in the Deep Web
- **Candle Dragon Guard**'s dragon scale uniform is filled with liquid circuits, and a light blade pops out of the cuffs that reads "Algorithm is Destiny"
- The **fire thieves** on the rooftops of the slums are using brain-computer interfaces to broadcast "The God-Killing Code"——
And the string of viruses that can make the AI god collapse is hidden deep in Yan Wuhuan's modified throat.
"Don't scan this QR code unless you want to be the next patch on my costume."
