books44 Chapter 228 Noah's Ark He still remembered the small bedroom where code gradually formed; it wa
Chapter 228 Noah's Ark He still remembered the small bedroom where code gradually formed; it wa
A slightly salty sea breeze brushed against his face, leaving a fishy smell on his cheekbone. The moment Kudo Yusaku opened his eyes, he saw a sharp blade aimed directly at his pupil!
Yusaku Kudo: My life is over!!!
"Mr. Yusaku, turn to the right!"
The wind howled, and a gliding black shadow drew ever closer, descending from the sky and precisely kicking the one-eyed pirate's eyepatch, sending him flying into the sea!
Swung to the other side by the sail ropes, Kuromon Haruya held onto his large pirate hat, twisted his waist and turned, gradually loosening the hemp rope wrapped around his wrists, landing as smoothly as a pirate captain himself.
"How's it going? Are you okay?"
Yusaku Kudo stood up and looked around: "I'm fine. Have you found the children?"
“They are not in the same area as us, they seem to be separated.” Heimen Yaoye raised his hand and pointed to the blood-red sea outside the deck, then shook his head and pointed to the blue sea a few meters away: “I was generated on the lookout tower, the children are fighting in the blue sea, the enemy’s number is two pirate ships.
In contrast, in the red sea where they were located... five pirate ships, filled with fierce and burly men, were gradually approaching, and the quality and number of the enemy were significantly greater.
"Noah's Ark, this isn't the rescue we were promised, is it?"
[Growth is ultimately a personal process; this is to prevent you from interfering excessively.]
A ring enveloped the sky.
[Rescuers cannot directly interfere, but they can indirectly reduce the difficulty of their subsequent challenges. You have no right to negotiate; if you want to talk to me, you'll have to get through the first four levels first.]
Heimen Yaoye pondered for a moment, then turned around and said optimistically, "At least we don't have to worry about the schedule anymore. Once we finish this set, we can move on to the next one."
Ding!
The sound of wind cutting through the air came from behind him. Just as Kudo Yusaku was about to reach out to help, he saw Kuromon Haruya deflect the arrow with his scimitar without even turning his head.
As if nothing had happened, Kuromon Haruya bent down, dodging the cannonball attack while picking up a shield and a long sword, which he then handed to Kudo Yusaku.
With a thud, the heavy long sword, which was so heavy that he could hardly hold it, caused Kudo Yusaku to stumble and fall to the ground with a dull thud.
Kuromon Haruya looked up: ......
Kudo Yusaku looked at him: ......
"Wow, the seagulls in this game are so realistic! I can't even tell the difference between them!"
In the awkward atmosphere, Kuromon Haruya could no longer stiffen up and point to the sky. Taking the opportunity, he switched his scimitar and longsword, pretending nothing had happened: "Alright, the enemy only has three ships. I'll take care of the suppression. I'll leave the cover to you, Mr. Yusaku. Let's finish this quickly!"
Without waiting for his companions' response, Kuromon Haruya charged into the pirate ship with his twin swords and unleashed a flurry of attacks.
"Ugh, vomit!" This is the sound effect of Kuromon Haruya punching someone in the stomach.
"Sizzle—uh." This was the sound effect of his parrying with his knife followed by a counterattack.
"Crack, boom!" That's the sound effect of a Molotov cocktail being thrown.
On the chaotic pirate ship, Yusaku Kudo crouched alone inside a wine barrel that Haruya Kuromon had casually placed inside him. Using his exceptional mimicry abilities, he listened intently to the symphony of clanging and clattering sounds from the outside world, silently comforting himself while hugging his knees.
Don't be sad, Yusaku Kudo! Physical combat isn't your forte! You'll shine in the treasure hunt and deduction later on!
[Level 1: Pirate Adventure, complete with assistance.]
...
The yellow sand was whipped up by the storm and lashed against the car windows like silk. Under the blue sky stretched the boundless Sahara Desert, and the extreme heat caused the air in the distance to swirl upwards in slanted waves.
Each time the accelerator was pressed, the raised front of the car became even more turbulent. The two race cars gradually leveled off, and as they approached the cliff bend, Haruka Kuromon swerved sharply to the right.
Nourishes—
The wheels screeched against the yellow sand, and through the window, Yusaku Kudo could even see the terrified look on the faces of the racers opposite him.
Kuromon Haruka accelerated slightly, the car jolted, and overturned its last opponent. Just meters to their side lay a deep, dark cliff.
[Second stage: Paris-Dakar Rally, completed with assistance.]
...
Inside the Colosseum in ancient Rome, Haruya Kuromon slid in and sliced the virtual tiger into shredded data. Yusaku Kudo curled up like a hedgehog inside his armor.
[Level 3: The Colosseum of Rome, completed with assistance.]
...
"Mr. Kuromon! Mr. Kuromon, where are you—"
In the ancient underground ruins where vines twist and turn, Yusaku Kudo placed the map of the ruins he had painstakingly drawn on the baseboard and looked helplessly into the underground palace.
It seems Kuromon's tendency to get lost is more serious than Shinichi described; we'll have to keep a closer eye on him from now on...
[Level 4: Solomon's Treasure, assist in completing.]
......
Occasionally, a small string of glowing code would flow through the silent virtual space, like the fish swimming in Hiroki's beloved aquarium before he was confined.
Everything was so quiet, with only the soft sounds of keyboards and fans from the internet playing quietly, making one drowsy.
Yoruichi Kuromon lifted his foot, gazing peacefully at the gentle, pure white halo beneath his feet. The halo pulsed at 80 beats per minute, the same heart rate a 10-year-old boy often had when he slept, now compensating for the heart that couldn't be mobilized.
He turned around kindly, and a small, thin boy was standing behind him, his blue eyes, simulated from video footage, filled with sadness.
"Good evening, Hiroki. It's finally time to meet you properly."
Kuromon Haruya stepped forward, half-crouched down to meet his gaze, and said softly:
"But I'm sorry, the person I'm looking for this time isn't you."
The person I'm going to talk to is Noah's Ark, an artificial intelligence that communicates purely through logical code after abandoning the simulation of Hiroki's personality.