Flesh and blood forge codes, consciousness turns into war. When the nerve access neck ring pierced hundreds of millions of skulls, the funeral copy of "Echoes of the Abyss" became a hunting ground for capital. When Shen Yanchi scraped off the Gu family emblem from the scalpel, he discovered that his sister's cloned heart was beating in the monster's chest. Gu Lin smashes the diamond watch and fuses the door lock, only to see that the mechanical spine is engraved with the brand "Soldier No. 7": His tyrant father is refining the consciousness of his deceased wife into a son-killing AI.
In the pawn shop, nerve bundles are twisted into hymns of atonement; in the data abyss, the shadow of entropy gnaws at the remnants of civilization. Scientists use biochips as blades to open the abscesses of the gilded cage; heirs use capital privileges as fire to burn the ledgers of the neurological black market. When the scavenger insect swarm swallowed up the moonlight, his scalpel pressed against the joint of his spine: "Conscious fusion or eternal slavery, choose."
This game - using Pandora's box as a bet and trillions of people being controlled as chips, we will attack the hand of manipulation in the shadow of high dimensions.
"Log in to the game, please pawn your soul first."
Purpose: Use the freedom of consciousness as a blade to cut off the parasitic neural shackles of capital