Donner walked into the room, and the door was closed behind him by Kerrle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked around and was surprised to see that there were no computer screens or any equipment like projectors.

"Have you used the internet before?" the dwarf looked up at him as he walked back from the doorway.

Donner opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just shook his head, thinking to himself, Kerrer's so-called network can't be a radio or something, right?

"What a trouble...... "The dwarf waved impatiently at the chaise longue, "Let's lie down first!"

“...... Will there be a misunderstanding, I don't need to see my teeth. Downer explained.

"Don't talk nonsense, do whatever I tell you to do!" the dwarf roared.

Donner stopped talking, and lay down in his chair as he had been instructed, his feet dangling. The gnomes he remembered were all as gentle as Natia, and he had never seen such a grumpy dwarf.

Thinking of this, Donner casually asked, "Aren't you dwarfs from the Far North Alliance, and how did you end up in such a place?"

"Don't you talk nonsense! Don't you hear?! This thing is an old antique with a three-zone analog signal, and the connectivity rate is ridiculously low, if you don't want to waste your time, shut up for me!" the dwarf yelled as he smeared the slippery liquid to the back of Donner's neck.

Donner endured a stomach full of doubts, and closed his mouth to stop talking, while watching out for the dwarf staring at his neck. As long as the opponent has the slightest dangerous move, he will quickly strike. Although the magic could not be used in the entire Emerald Lower City Forbidden Demon Realm, he still had the Azure Fighting Spirit after all.

The dwarf didn't know what to put on the back of Donner's neck, and while putting a cover that looked like a perm on Donner's head, he said angrily: "Listen, this simulator is old, it's more than seven hundred meters away from the signal source of the Lower City Supervision Bureau, and the bandwidth is narrow, you have to pay full attention to it to have a chance to land successfully......"

"If you're lucky enough to connect to the intercontinental network, don't talk to anyone! If you encounter an unexpected situation, or want to log out, just pat your head!" The dwarf said: "Also, I'm a mainland pygmy, don't say anything about the Far North Alliance in front of me in the future!"

Donner felt a soft hood fit most of his head in, the back covering the entire back of his head, and the front up to the wing of his nose.

In the darkness, he vaguely heard the dwarf muttering something again, and then suddenly felt a faint electric current coming from the patch on the back of his neck, and his brain suddenly buzzed, as if it suddenly vibrate.

"Hey......" he asked tentatively, but his ears were so tightly covered that he couldn't even hear his own voice.

Tension pressed from all around, and Donner felt like a baby sleeping in swaddling clothes, losing its perception of the outside world and falling into a completely defenseless situation.

He didn't want to give up the opportunity to "land on the Internet", and instinctively wanted to regain his lost perception, so he listened, saw and felt more carefully than ever.

It was pitch black, even darker than closing your eyes on the darkest night.

The chaise longue beneath him seemed to disappear completely, and the discomfort of being wrapped in a hood and the coldness on the back of his neck disappeared with it.

He seemed to float in the boundless void, alone, unconcerned, and as time passed, he slowly even blurred whether he existed or not.

This state lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the concept of the self was like an extremely complex puzzle, put together little by little. A voice seemed to confirm this, repeatedly asking in a very soft voice, "Who are you, who are you, who are you......

Listen closely, but there is no trace of the voice.

"Who are you?" is asking the question.

"I'm Donnell Vaane......"

"No...... No way...... You can't be Donnell Vane...... There can't be Donnell Vane ...... here."

"And who am I? I'm a doctor?"

As soon as the thought flashed through the Doctor, the dark sky miraculously lit up, like a dark cloud drifting by, and the light of the stars returning to the earth.

Downer was shocked to find himself standing on a crumbling cliff, with the endless earth under the night below, and the stars overhead.

The moment he regained consciousness, a long list of information was silently imprinted in his mind, neither in the form of words, nor in words or graphics, but in the purest form: "He has landed on the intercontinental network, and everything that his senses reflect is the embodiment of hardware modules and information flows. ”

The starry sky overhead is a web platform that can be jumped;

The criss-crossed earth under your feet is an informational map of the Emerald Lower City;

The crumbling cliff is the landing port where he has been stranded for too long, causing data to pile up and overload the computing load;

The wind blowing around you is the data flow that other network nodes borrow this port to throughput.

This discovery surprised Donner so much that he couldn't help himself, and the state of connectivity that had just stabilized almost collapsed and broke because of it.

He looked up at the sky, hundreds of stars that had been identified by the port data, far brighter than other unfamiliar star fields, and the meaning of each one was vivid.

Coenas Observer...... Donner chose the star, and the scenery around him suddenly disappeared, turning into a white fog, and then the fog slowly dissipated, revealing the ancient street scene.

The bandwidth is too narrow, and the simulated reality loading speed is slow.

Donner heard staccato conversations, some soft, vague and uncertain, some categorical.

"Hey, you're new here, aren't you?" a cat looked up at him.

"What?" Donner had forgotten the gnome's advice, or perhaps he thought that the dwarf was forbidden to talk to people, and the cat in front of him was obviously not on the list.

"I've never seen anyone who hasn't even built an image, just a data group is hanging around. The cat covered its mouth and laughed.

Cats don't cover their mouths...... Donner vaguely realized that it wasn't a cat, but a person.

"You look like a ball of pom-pom, no, it's even uglier than a ball of pom-pom-pom......" The cat shook its head and rolled its eyes, walked past Donner, and sighed arrogantly: "It must be a bandwidth provider in a small place! ”

"That...... Do you know how to get it?" Donner cheekily followed, the first person he had seen since he landed, and it seemed like it wasn't hard to deal with.

"Let's keep it simple, request an automatic match from any global service. The cat replied without replying, "They'll get your personality data and pay for it, but I'd suggest you ask them to extend your bandwidth! ”

Global service, Donner suddenly felt a few stars light up above his head.