This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 42: People-oriented

CSSS LAN Host Biotype:
The creation is based on [artificial thinking interconnection technology], the main body is immovable and is subordinate to the CSSS system.

'People-oriented'.

Every seven days, consume 100 Homo Sapiens units within the LAN range and convert them into [Empathic Servants].

When Homo sapiens are detected in the Dark Zone, [Inducement Audio] will play, and after locking onto the Homo sapiens individual, combat will begin.

While in combat, continuously perform [Biomagnetic Invasion] on the target with the highest hatred value. Upon successful invasion, the target will be transformed into a [Empathic Servant].

Normal attack is [Electricity Leakage].

Each time an [Electromagnetic Pulse] is launched, it interferes with targets within the range and repels [Metal Armor Units].

After the signal synchronization rate reaches 50%, [Legal Broadcast] will be launched every 10 minutes, randomly generating 3-5 [Underworld Radio Stations] nearby, sending guidance beacons to all CSSS-Security series units within a 50km radius.

The server is equipped with [anti-electromagnetic interference coating].

To kill the enemy, you must destroy the [Underworld Signal Transceiver].
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Tower communication! Tower communication! Connecting to the netherworld network... Intervening...

Nie Weiyang gave up thinking and stabbed the instrument in the woman's chest with a sword!
The Netherworld signal transceiver, he had disassembled this thing many times. Its core is a piece of 'Netherworld Crystal'. Judging from the name, it is restrained by the holy attribute. [Purification Spirit] and [Holy Blade] can be said to be special attacks against it.

He tried his best in this sword strike, but unfortunately, even though he didn't even give himself time to react, this sword strike still failed to catch up with the fleeting opportunity - no matter how high his skills were, his current value was still too low.

Brilliant lightning exploded, and a magnificent buzzing sound hit the mind. The exploding electromagnetic pulse almost burned through the metal armor. Even with the shield blocking it, it threw Nie Weiyang high up and slammed him into the ceiling!

‘Boom! ! ! ’

The ceiling shattered, the glass structure disintegrating like a shower of stars. The immense force of the impact caused Nie Weiyang to cough up a mouthful of blood. Without needing to think, he knew his current condition: his vertebrae were damaged, one cervical vertebra and one thoracic vertebra were dislocated, and his internal organs were damaged in many places...

This blow, though it didn't pierce the sky, pierced his heart. The wetware brain of the LAN host glowed a subtle blue light, and the command arrived instantly. Several cables throughout the room severed with a bang, arcs flickering at the broken ends, rising up one after another like snakes, pointing towards Nie Weiyang.

The blue and white light gathered at high speed——

'Snapped! '

Lightning splits the air: [Electricity Leakage]!

At the cost of a significant increase in energy consumption, Nie Weiyang's body was rapidly repairing itself. As the snake-like cables rose, he quickly disarmed his armor from the equipment interface. Unable to return to the closed backpack interface, they could only shatter to the ground.

Nie Weiyang tilted his head to forcefully reset his cervical vertebrae, jumped down from the ceiling to avoid the lightning shooting, and even deliberately fell sideways to the ground. With a series of teeth-grinding joint cracks, he groaned and successfully reset his thoracic vertebrae by the impact force.

Even so, his eyes were fixed on the chest of the LAN host, where the words [Underworld Signal Transceiver -15%] were displayed.

The current signal synchronization rate is 15%...

You must defeat it before 50%! If you let it successfully shake the CSSS security unit over, you don't have to play this game!
Then... reduce its attack power and cut off the power supply!

Countless battle plans emerged from his mind. Nie Weiyang did not rush to approach the wetware body. Instead, he turned around and rolled over, avoiding another bolt of lightning while diving between the server units with the posture of a tiger or leopard.

Cables were raised high, ready to fire at any moment. Cameras scanned the spacious room, some overt, some covert, but none could find Nie Weiyang. The tall, red-eyed young man seemed to have vanished. In the silent darkness, only the hum of the server units echoed. After a long while, a melancholic yet gentle female voice emerged: "Second Administrator, didn't you say you wanted to talk to me?"

The sound came from loudspeakers on all sides, but the host computer still sat in front of the console with her head down - she was not dead, but she could not be considered alive either.

The room was dead silent.

"Three years ago, for the so-called dream, for the goals those people instilled in me, I left the Hope Space Station..." Angelita's voice was as if she was confessing, even though she didn't expect anyone to understand her. "They said, Angelita, your mental strength is very strong. We need you to carry out a task. If you succeed, humans will be able to understand each other again and rebuild a network of empathy."

In the silent darkness, Angelita's voice murmured, "...They lied to me."

"They don't want to re-establish empathy at all, you know, Administrator No. 2? Those people are more cruel and indifferent than Sources like you. They only want to enslave the Sourceless, assimilate them, and turn people into puppets and slaves..."

A dozen drones rose from beside the control console, latching onto eight cables rising from the room and dragging them slowly across the ground, searching, hunting, preparing to kill.

But when he patrolled from the control console to the shield blocking the damaged door, Nie Weiyang still did not appear.

The camera kept turning, and Angelita's voice was filled with a hint of anthropomorphic doubt: "Where are you, Administrator No. 2? I can't see you..."

"But I saw you." A voice emerged from the corner.

The cable snapped back!

'boom! ! ! '

The volley of shots failed to hit the tumbling figure, but instead struck a server. And in that carefully calculated gap, a longsword was actually stuck?!

Lightning struck the server, sparks erupting instantly. Angelita's voice grew louder and sharper, as she shouted something chaotically. The longsword, propelled by a burst of mental energy, flew outward, plunging into the scattered armor on the floor. The iron released a momentary charge before returning it to Nie Weiyang's hands.

Angelita's 'eyes' - that is, the camera - finally saw him.

And he is...

...thumbs up for the camera?

A moment later, a sharp blade of light cut through the air and shattered a camera with a "snap" sound!

Nie Weiyang jumped to the side and avoided another electric shock - he didn't need to be faster than electricity, he just needed to be faster than the speed of the camera and cables!
Angelita relied on cameras to observe the battlefield, so Nie Weiyang dismantled all the cameras first!

What a joke! Did he really think all that time spent watching the surveillance footage was in vain? He'd initially intimidated them, claiming, "If even the administrators can't view the footage, the cameras should be completely removed." Only then was he allowed to view all the fully accessible surveillance footage... There was no way Nie Weiyang could memorize all those over ten thousand surveillance footages. But he'd reviewed the footage from the key locations over and over again, hoping it would come in handy at a time like this!
Angelita's voice played for a long time, but it was just induced audio. Wetware technology removes the emotional modules of wetware, and everything she says now is just a poor imitation of her former self.

Nie Weiyang moved smoothly under the cover of those voices. He was completely indifferent to the content of Angelita's words, because he never expressed his feelings towards the enemy in important battles, whether positive or negative.

The enemy simply needs to die.

Rebuke? Mourning? That's for later!

　I pondered the words "people-oriented" for a long time, and finally decided that I was so kind that I must not have deliberately written a hellish joke (...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)