UGB Chapter 217 This isn't just for fun, it's a total disaster.
Chapter 217 This isn't just for fun, it's a total disaster.
On the resort's lawn, the party atmosphere was beyond enthusiastic; it was a frenzy akin to a collective "ascension."
The air was filled with the sweet scent of champagne, the aroma of roasted meat, and an invisible scent of "pheromones" produced by countless brains working at high speed.
A bald fund manager is holding a replica of a Rodin sculpture, tearfully confessing to it the seven deadly sins he committed in the financial markets, claiming that the sculpture's muscular lines perfectly embody "the alienation of capital."
Not far away, a master of traditional Chinese painting, known for his splashed-ink landscapes, was frantically calculating a fluid dynamics formula on the hood of a white Rolls-Royce, trying to prove that "the diffusion of ink droplets and the expansion of the universe are isomorphic."
The entire scene was like a pot of boiling soup, a soup of four elements: philosophy, art, finance, and physics. What stirred this soup was the signal broadcast from underground by Situ Zhen, a signal named "Chaos Sonata".
"Boss, the fish are in position." Situ Zhen's voice came through the walkie-talkie, accompanied by his own excited humming in the background, the tune swinging back and forth between Beethoven and Errenzhuan (a traditional Chinese folk art form). "Their brainwave activity has exceeded the safety threshold. If this continues, I'm afraid their brains will crash due to 'thinking overload'."
"We need to bring them down." Wang Minyu stood in the shadows of the second-floor terrace, like a detached theater manager observing from the sidelines.
The stainless steel teacup in his hand was steaming, reflecting the bizarre and surreal scene below.
Su Qing stood beside him, the light from her tablet illuminating her calm face: "Master, we've locked onto seven signal sources. 'White Owl' is near the bar, disguised as a bartender. Their miniature data collectors are spread throughout the venue, frantically stealing data. According to Zero's simulation, in ten minutes, they'll have completed collecting all the 'BUG' samples on site."
"Ten minutes?" Wang Minyu took a sip of tea. "That's too long. Notify Boss Liu that we can begin."
"clear."
A minute later, Boss Liu, holding a megaphone, walked shakily onto the makeshift stage.
He cleared his throat and shouted with all his might, "Distinguished guests! Esteemed thinkers! To celebrate Changxiang City entering a new era of thought, President Tu has specially prepared a... grand... fireworks show for everyone!"
He had barely finished speaking when a professor in the audience, who studied the I Ching, interrupted him: "Mr. Liu, you are mistaken! The term 'fireworks' is too concrete and lacks imaginative scope. I suggest calling it 'An Art Exhibition of the Disorderly Entropy Increase of Light and Heat'!"
"Yes! Professor Wang is right!" a female poet beside her immediately chimed in. "That fleeting brilliance is a tragic epic written by particles in the long river of time!"
Boss Liu's face twitched, then he steeled himself and yelled into the megaphone, "Who cares what it is! It's going to explode! Everyone look up at the sky!"
Before the words were even finished, a sharp whistling sound tore through the night sky from the small island in the middle of the lake in the distance from the resort.
"call out--"
A huge firework shot into the sky and exploded with a bang at its highest point.
Those were not ordinary fireworks.
Tu Jinshan purchased special celebratory fireworks from military enterprises; the sound of each explosion was like a bolt from the blue.
When the giant golden "peony" bloomed in the night sky, the entire resort was illuminated as if it were daytime by the brief burst of light, and the huge roar made the champagne glasses on the lawn buzz.
"BOOM—!!!"
The loud bang was like a switch being turned on.
The guests, who were originally immersed in their own mental worlds, were abruptly pulled out by this sudden sensory stimulation.
Their pupils dilated instantly, and the immense spiritual energy that had been accumulating in their brains due to the "Chaos Sonata" found an outlet at that moment.
"Ah—! It's the Big Bang! I see the singularity!" The fund manager who was holding the sculpture suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with fanaticism.
"Muse! My muse!" The master painter of traditional Chinese painting, who was painting the Rolls-Royce, threw down his charcoal pencil, opened his arms, as if to embrace the rain of light.
Countless gazes, some fervent, some intoxicated, some enlightened, converged on the sky.
Countless brains riddled with bugs reached the peak of their emotions at the same instant.
In Wang Minyu's [Aura Observation] vision, the colorful cloud of emotional energy above the entire resort instantly boiled over.
They were compressed and condensed by the loud noise and bright light of the fireworks, and then, like an invisible shock wave, they slammed into the ground, and were then sucked into the slowly operating "spirit gathering array" in the backyard!
The blue crystal at the center of the spirit-gathering array suddenly shone brightly and emitted a deep hum.
Meanwhile, behind the bar.
"White Owl" calmly looked at the tactical computer on his wrist, the data stream on the screen refreshing like a waterfall.
"Data collection complete 98%... EEG peak has reached the critical point, ready to package and upload..."
His subordinates, disguised as waiters, also smiled, as if their mission was about to be accomplished.
Just then, the first loud bang of fireworks was heard.
"White Owl's" pupils suddenly contracted.
The computer screen on his wrist was instantly filled with a blinding red alert.
[WARNING! Extremely high intensity targeted psychological attack detected!]
[WARNING! Data acquisition array overload! Temperature soaring!]
[WARNING! The logical firewall has been contaminated by an unknown data stream...]
"Pfft!"
One of his closest subordinates had a miniature server in his pocket used for collecting data, from which a wisp of smoke billowed out, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.
"What's going on?!" the man exclaimed, reaching for his equipment, but suddenly froze, clutching his head and kneeling down in pain.
"My brain...my brain...there are a thousand Picassos drawing function graphs...no! They're knitting sweaters with my neurons!"
Before "White Owl" could react, an invisible yet heavy torrent crashed into his brain.
It was a feeling that defies description.
His consciousness felt as if it had been thrown into a high-speed blender.
On the left is Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason", on the right is Van Gogh's "Starry Night", above is Bach's fugue, and below is Guo Degang's crosstalk.
Everything was shattered and reassembled into a mixture that was illogical yet strangely beautiful.
His prized, supercomputer-like, calm mind completely collapsed at this moment.
"Data... what is that?"
"who I am?"
"Why... is it so... sad when an apple falls from a tree?"
"White Owl's" body trembled violently. He threw away the cocktail shaker in his hand, sat down on the ground with a thud, his eyes unfocused, and a glistening drop of saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
His companions were also staggering, some rolling on the ground, others starting to dance the tango on the spot while muttering incantations.
Their "data sickle" was completely formatted by Wang Minyu with a "philosopher's carnival".
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Fireworks continued to bloom in the night sky, each one more dazzling than the last.
On the terrace, Wang Minyu put down his teacup and said casually to Boss Liu beside him, "The fireworks that President Tu bought this time are quite nice, but they're a bit noisy and disturbing the neighbors."
Looking down at the scene downstairs that resembled a hundred ghosts walking at night, and then at the nonchalant young man beside him, Boss Liu swallowed hard.
This is hardly a disturbance.
This is fucking disturbing the spirits!
The system notification sounded in Wang Minyu's mind at just the right moment.
[Congratulations, host, on successfully detonating the "thought nuclear bomb," causing devastating mental pollution to the Changxiang branch server of Organization S.]
[Hidden quest "Version Update" completion rate: 100%]
[Rating: SS-level (You not only updated the version, but also formatted the programmer's brain in the process; extremely ruthless, and remarkably effective.)]
[Rewards: Architectural blueprint "Spirit Gathering Array (Intermediate)", skill "Mental Resonance (Beginner)".]
Wang Minyu glanced at the reward, his expression unchanged. He picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.
"Guanshan, Pierre, you can clean up now. Pack up those 'philosophers' lying on the ground contemplating life and take them away. Be careful not to damage them; they're excellent... fertilizer."