Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

Chapter 810

"Trying to kill me? Not so easy! Come on over, I'll treat you all to a good meal!"

Noah looked around at the fully armed combat squads surging in from all directions.

They were armed, and their electromagnetic weapons gleamed dangerously in the setting sun.

The students in the cafeteria gasped in shock. No one had expected that such a horrifying incident would occur in the library, a place considered absolutely safe.

At first, many people were both surprised and excited, after all, such an attack was extremely rare.

But as more and more attackers appeared, they began to feel a chill down their spines and a sense of insecurity. Suddenly there were so many strangers, carrying weapons. If they were the ones being attacked, who would be able to laugh?

I had thought the library was a sanctuary for learning, but now it seemed fraught with danger.

"Can he... do it? I mean, that junior student," someone asked quietly in a corner of the restaurant.

"This is clearly a personal grudge. Look at them, they're very focused and well-trained, completely ignoring us. Noah must have offended some big shot."

"But...but he's our classmate too, should we help him...?"

The restaurant fell into a deathly silence. Several combat professionals were present. If the risk wasn't too great, they certainly wouldn't mind teaching these thugs who had committed violence on campus a lesson. But right now, their opponents were well-equipped; those weapons were far beyond what could be countered by mere internal energy or ordinary techniques. A slight misstep could lead to irreparable consequences.

Ultimately, combat professionals excel at assassination, infiltration, and stealth. On the front lines, flesh and blood can never withstand a torrent of steel.

"Let's eat." A deep voice broke the silence. "The reinforcements should be arriving soon. As long as he can hold on, everything will be alright."

This sentence seemed to open a floodgate of conversation, and everyone immediately started chattering away:

"Yes, and there are also support troops from the school!"

"They should arrive soon!"

"No one can get away with committing violence at a school! The mastermind must be found!"

The atmosphere eased slightly. Then someone said weakly, "But a minute has passed... we should have heard sirens by now."

Before the words were finished, a violent explosion suddenly came from afar!

Clearly, something had also happened outside the restaurant; the support they were talking about must have encountered an accident, otherwise they would have arrived by now.

"Damn it, why are we thinking so much?" a discordant voice chimed in. "Just finish your meal and wait for things to calm down before leaving. We don't know what happened anyway. Maybe Noah plagiarized someone else's work and the victim came knocking on his door?"

These words instantly shattered the previously relaxed atmosphere, sending it plummeting to freezing point.

boom!

The speaker was punched and sent flying, crashing into the wall and vomiting blood.

He struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall as he glared at the person who had attacked him: "Kara! What's wrong with you?"

Kara coldly withdrew her fist.

"He's your classmate. You can choose not to intervene, you can stand by and watch, but you can't fabricate reasons to slander him just to ease your conscience. That won't make you feel any better when you watch him die; it will only make me think you're a disgusting bug."

His voice grew deeper: "During the last competition, someone told me that everyone in the library is a selfish clown who can't learn to work together and yet thinks they're smart."

"Those guys from the Temple said that. I even called them a bunch of brainwashed lunatics who would just swarm into anything when there's a problem."

"But now I think... they have a point." Kara cracked her knuckles and took out boxing gloves from her tactical backpack. "I admit you're all very smart, and in individual combat we can crush other universities. But in team battles, we always get scattered and broken up."

"Now I understand—it's because there are too many 'smart' people like you."

He deftly put on his boxing gloves, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.

"I don't know what you guys think, but I do know that I was able to participate in the competition thanks to the bionic robot combat simulation system provided by Noah. I stood out in the crucial qualifying rounds because of this."

"I owe him a favor, and now it's time to repay it. Of course, I can't help much, but I can still hold off those two tactical squads at the door."

A chuckled voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "I didn't expect you to be so conservative, Kara? Just two tactical squads, utterly terrible quality, only their weapons are somewhat decent. I think we should aim higher and take them out, what do you say?"

The students gathered around the window automatically parted to reveal the speaker.

Kara raised an eyebrow: "David? You're here too?"

David shrugged. "How novel? Where else would you be if it's not a restaurant during mealtime? And it's not just me—" He pointed to his table, "they're here too."

Cecily, Avalon, and Jod were sitting at the table.

Jod and Cecily waved to Kara, while Avalon, with his fleshy cheeks bulging, wailed and waved the bone in his hand.

Beside them was a figure completely shrouded in black combat gear, with a hood covering his head and a holographic mask covering his face, who was drinking thick soup spoonful by spoonful, the spoon disappearing directly into the holographic mask.

Kara immediately understood—this was "Old Black," the hacking expert in Cecily's team. Only hackers would dress so mysteriously, always trying to wrap themselves in a black box and not reveal any information.

David walked over and patted Kara on the shoulder: "How about it? Time to fight side by side again. Maybe if we save Noah, he'll give each of us a custom-made android?"

Cecily interrupted impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense! If you're going to make a move, hurry up, or we'll all be gone!"

Everyone looked up and saw that Noah had indeed been driven into a corner.

Although the bionic robots, equipped with combat assistance systems, moved with incredible agility, like butterflies, through a hail of bullets unscathed, looking incredibly cool, they were well aware that a single mistake could trigger a chain reaction, causing their evasive capabilities to plummet.

The attack could hit a minute later, or it could hit in the next second. After all, the attackers around aren't stupid; they can also make adjustments.

Noah won't last much longer.

"Alright, let's all go together then!"

Old Black, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "I sent you a communication code. This is the channel for the two tactical squads at the door. Once you connect stealthily, you can grasp their battle plans and attention distribution."

Cecily gave the old black man a thumbs up: "Well done!"

Jode grabbed Avalon, who was still gnawing on a bone, and said, "Stop eating! After we rescue Noah, he might be able to get you a yearly restaurant membership. That guy's a tycoon now."

These seemingly unreliable guys suddenly became fully armed, broke through the window, and rushed straight towards the tactical squad outside the door!

The two squads were completely focused on the attack from afar and never expected that someone would dare to launch a surprise attack under the threat of gunfire.

"Hey! You idiots, look here!"

Jode pulled out a sniper rifle in mid-air and slammed it into someone's head with a precise shot!

The combat squad at the entrance reacted swiftly, immediately raising their guns and aiming at the combat professionals who had suddenly appeared.

But the next second, their captain's order came through their headsets: "Don't fire! Prepare for close combat and take them down!"

The squad members instinctively lowered their guns and switched to melee weapons, their minds filled with doubt: Has the captain gone mad? We clearly have a weapon advantage, why are we engaging in melee?

The team's disciplined combat style meant they didn't think much of it; although they had doubts, their bodies followed orders first.

Immediately afterward, another captain roared through the communications channel: "Idiots! Grab your guns! We've been hacked!"

late.

That moment of hesitation created a fatal flaw.

Kara, David, and Cecily had already mastered the technique, their movements as swift as ghosts. The instant their opponents lowered their guns, they were no longer a threat. No need to try to dodge bullets; they instantly accelerated, like arrows released from a bow, plunging into the enemy ranks—

A massacre began.

At extremely close range, the differences between combat professionals are magnified infinitely.

These squad members, who haven't even grasped the essence of the game, have only mediocre combat skills. Compared to those who have mastered the essence, they are nothing more than little babies, completely powerless to fight back.

In just a moment, both squads of enemies were wiped out, and Kara and her team even managed to seize the enemy's weapons.

After all, these weapons are really good; they're all classified as controlled items, and exchanging them at the school would require a lot of credits...

As they packed their gear to support Noah, they were stunned by what they saw:

Suddenly, a large number of sentry guns, electromagnetic towers, and prism weapons rose from the ground in the parking lot plaza outside the restaurant!

These weapons instantly assigned targets, locking onto the attackers who were originally besieging Noah.

A blinding light flashed by, much brighter than the setting sun that was already only on the edge of the sky.

Caught off guard, the attackers suffered heavy losses, and the survivors scattered and fled.

A man who appeared to be a commander shouted as he fled, "Fake intelligence! All fake intelligence! Didn't they say the defense system was shut down? What the hell is this?"

David stared blankly at the "fireworks" rising from the parking lot: "I had no idea there were so many defensive weapons hidden here..."

The densely packed enemies were cleared away in an instant, and the once noisy battlefield suddenly became empty, giving people an unreal feeling.

The attackers, who had been so aggressive just moments before, scurried around like headless flies, only to be locked down and captured one by one by the defensive weapons, and imprisoned like ants in a transparent force field cage.

Cecily chuckled as she sheathed her weapon. "Looks like our genius junior was well-prepared and even set a trap. I wonder if this act of chivalry will earn him a yearly restaurant membership?"

"There shouldn't be any problem, right?" Avalon scratched his head.

Just then, police sirens finally sounded in the distance. The school's special mobilization team arrived at the scene and took all the prisoners into custody.

……

In fact, Noah did not anticipate being attacked at the restaurant.

But he knew very well that he would encounter a similar situation sooner or later—in any world, dealing with "the person who raises the question" is always much simpler than solving the problem.

He knew he would be attacked sooner or later; it was only a matter of time. His main base was currently in the library, so he needed to make the library impenetrable. This was not only to protect himself but also to protect the thinking unit and ensure that he could continue to make rapid progress.

For this reason, the library's AI has been deeply integrated with the Hound Type 1 combat system. Noah handed over the original development of the bionic robot to his team members. While researching the miraculous skills, he also made the Hound Type 1 self-defense and attack, continuously optimizing itself on the basis of the original defense, filling all potential loopholes, and comprehensively improving the academy's security level.

This requires a huge budget.

However, as Noah's AI strategy advisor, the application for these funds, despite their large amount, was approved without any doubt.

Today's libraries are among the most heavily guarded in history.

Nevertheless, Noah hadn't expected that someone would risk exposing their identity and use their authority to forcibly block the defensive weapons in this area. But it must be said, it was indeed a remarkably sound decision.

The underlying logic of AI prioritizes human commands.

Even though AI now dominates social management, when human commands conflict with AI commands, human commands will still be executed first, and their rationality will be assessed afterward, with rejections made if necessary.

This can buy time when necessary and can also paralyze and render ineffective one's own defense system.

AI can certainly regain access and activate defenses, but this takes time, requires a full simulation of the consequences of the decision, and a detailed analysis of the reasons given by the other party. The analysis of gains and losses should be expanded as much as possible to avoid short-term gains affecting long-term gains.

This takes time.

Fortunately, after integrating the Hound Type 1 combat system, and with Noah's application made in his human form, the approval process was bypassed, significantly shortening the weapon authorization activation time.

Even so, unlocking still takes about a minute.

If he were a support class without combat abilities, he would probably be in grave danger by now.

Fortunately he is not.

Noah sneered and issued instructions to the Hound Type-I combat support system: "Keep a close watch on all prisoners and provide them with close protection using androids. Transmit the data to the Hound Type-I combat system for analysis and cross-reference the relationships of all authorized users. I need to know as soon as possible why these permissions were involved in a terrorist attack."

He wouldn't naively believe that those with the authority were the masterminds behind it all; they might just be being used as pawns.

But investigations must still be conducted, and networks of relationships must be thoroughly examined. Everyone who has had access to our authority, whether political enemies or allies, must be investigated. Even if we find nothing, it is still a gain in itself.

When operating the defense system, Noah deliberately avoided the "suspected high-level commanders" marked with Hound Type 1, instead of killing them, hoping to extract intelligence from them.

Just in case, he specifically instructed that combat androids be responsible for guarding the prisoners to prevent them from "accidentally dying".

Meanwhile, the students in the restaurant were dumbfounded.

They witnessed manned bionic robots calmly strolling through a hail of bullets, followed by countless defensive weapons rising from the ground, instantly evaporating the overwhelming enemy force—it was truly awe-inspiring.

Of course, there's also the belated special task force.

Yes, just like all TV shows and movies, it always appears at the very end.