Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 787 Extra: System Headquarters

This is an area suspended outside of thousands of small worlds. Each flickering light spot represents a small world in operation.

Or, it should be called: System Headquarters.

An absolute realm that does not exist in any time or space coordinates.

The director stood in the central control room, the glimmer of light from the myriad worlds flowing on his silver-white uniform.

He stared at the energy curve that continued to decline on the main screen, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"The host of 3648 really didn't let me down." He tapped the air with his fingertips and called up a set of data streams. "At this rate, if we complete two or three more tasks, we can bring the traitor to justice."

The technical officer beside him quickly agreed: "This is all thanks to the director's foresight. When you noticed that the mission trajectory of 3648 and 7342 were abnormally overlapped, you immediately adjusted the mission parameters."

He operated the holographic interface and called up the energy comparison chart.

"You see, this will not affect the progress of the mission, but will continue to weaken its energy reserves."

The director snorted coldly, with a sharp cold light flashing in his eyes: "Just because it stole the "Life and Death Order", the most precious treasure of the heroine's department, and defected, how many small worlds have been destroyed?"

The virtual screen glowed red with his anger.

"Those planes that were completely destroyed cannot even be recycled! How many hosts have we sent to fill this bottomless pit? These losses..."

The technical officer was about to respond when his pupils suddenly contracted.

At the edge of the main screen, a previously stable light spot began to flicker violently.

He quickly called up the operation panel and his fingers left an afterimage on the virtual keyboard.

"Chief! Emergency!"

A vital signs monitoring chart unfolded in the air, and the glaring red alarm kept flashing.

The curve on the graph is falling at an alarming rate.

"The vital signs of 3648's host are deteriorating rapidly." The technical officer's voice was tense, "It is estimated that in three minutes... the mission will fail."

The technical officer said: "It may be that this mission world that was forcibly brought here is different from the missions that 3648 has been carrying out. The host did not change the previous mission method, so..."

The smile on the director's face suddenly froze, and the data stream reflected on his lenses suddenly turned into a dazzling red light.

"Now is not the time to talk about this!"

"Initiate the emergency plan immediately!" He slammed the golden button on the console, and a sharp alarm sounded throughout the hall. "Bypass all program reviews and directly take over the 3648 system permissions! Save this host at all costs!"

"Yes!"

Fine beads of sweat oozed from the technical officer's forehead.

He knew better than anyone the peculiarity of this host - they had clearly captured the defected 7342 system a few months ago, but who had thought that guy had the audacity to steal the guard's dimensional blocker and sneak into the myriad small worlds.

The General Administration sent out hundreds of elite hosts to hunt him down but to no avail. It was 3648, who had just graduated from the cannon fodder department, who ran into the target.

The technical officer's fingers danced on the holographic keyboard, forming a shadow.

As the director said, he adjusted the mission route of 3648 to ensure that the two systems would meet.

According to calculations, 7342's energy reserves can support three more world jumps at most...

"Warning! Vital signs are about to drop to zero!"

The harsh mechanical sound interrupted my thoughts.

The technical officer's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that the life curve on the light screen was falling straight down like a cliff, and it was approaching the bottom of the coordinate axis.

His fingertips created sparks on the control panel, but he still couldn't stop the blue line representing life from continuing to fall.

Just when the value was about to hit bottom——

"Wait!" The technical officer suddenly froze. "Director, the vital signs of host 3648... seem to have stopped fluctuating?"

No, not stop.

As the resolution continued to increase, they saw the truth.

The blue line is not static, but hovers between "0.000...1" and "0" with almost impossible precision, forming a quantum life-sustaining line.

"This is..." The director's voice trembled rarely, "Life and death order?!"

He grabbed the edge of the console fiercely, "How could such a thing appear on a novice host! Did she take it from 7342?"

The technical officer hurriedly called up the recovery procedure.

"Director, do you want to issue an immediate compulsory recall order?"

"It's too late." The director stared at the strange lifeline, "The life and death order has completely matched her soul. Forcibly stripping it now... will only cause the soul to collapse."

In other words, the "Life and Death Order" has been in this host for at least a thousand years and has been used frequently.

He raised his head slowly, and his eyes behind the lenses showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

"I see. No wonder 3648 met the traitor before we interfered. I'm afraid it accidentally dropped it and was picked up by this host."

The entire control room fell into silence.

After a long moment, the director tapped the console lightly with his slender fingers.

He took a deep breath, his voice low and firm: "Activate the deep protocol of the Life and Death Order."

He raised his head slowly, and countless flowing data streams were reflected on his lens: "As for whether she can survive..." His eyes fell on the faint light on the light screen that refused to go out, "It depends on her will."

"If successful, in order to prevent such a situation from happening again..." The director's voice suddenly became sharp, and his fingertips drew an order in the void, "Immediately notify the Ministry of Energy to activate the backup energy."

His eyes became deep.

"They must be transported to a world that can suppress the traitor's energy to the greatest extent possible, and the details of the mission must be fully communicated to 3648 and its host."

Before he finished speaking, the director's finger suddenly hung in the air.

"If I don't make it..."

His Adam's apple rolled, and his usually steady voice showed a rare hint of stagnation.

The hands that had controlled the fate of countless worlds for years were now trembling slightly and unable to continue inputting commands.

The technical officer lowered his head in silence.

He knew better than anyone that it was almost impossible to find another combination like 3648 and its host.

After all...the life and death order is unique.

If the host dies, the artifact will be destroyed.

Suddenly, the technical officer looked up sharply, with a gleam in his eyes: "Director! This host is still a novice!"

His fingers quickly called up a set of data.

"She must not have forgotten her relatives and friends in her native world."

The technical officer's voice trembled slightly due to excitement.

"The head of the design department once mentioned that the Life and Death Order has a built-in memory recall function! If we can guide it..."

The director's lenses suddenly lit up with a blue light.

"Human obsession..." He murmured softly, with a long-lost smile on his lips, "It is indeed the most powerful catalyst for willpower. It seems that I have stayed here for too long and have forgotten such a simple thing."

"Execute the memory activation protocol immediately!" The director's voice returned to its usual seriousness.

"As ordered!"

The technical officer stood at attention and saluted.

"Accessing the deep interface of the Life and Death Order... The memory recall program is starting..."