Ignoring the enormous figure's voice, the witch pondered, "Modifier, did you send the video to the target?"

"I sent it, and I've seen it."

"So, if you cover your face, you won't be eliminated even if the mission target discovers you?"

No one spoke in the channel, waiting for the modder's message. If it was true, with their equipment, completing the mission would be too easy.

That's why they weren't sure.

Which task was ever easy?

“According to my algorithm,” the modifier began, “because videos can be edited, which means they can be faked, and the target is naturally suspicious, he will never easily believe anything unless he sees it with his own eyes, so as long as he wears a mask, it will be fine even if he is recorded.”

"Otherwise, we can rent a photo studio, Photoshop your faces to look like the King of Black Mist, and then send them to the target."

"Why rent a studio? We can fight directly in real life, which will save money," said the ancient princess.

"Good idea." The modifier praised, "Witch, Ancient Princess, and Boom Pavilion, the three of you go to support the behemoth and put on a show with the four of them, using reality as the venue. That way, the target should be half-convinced."

"How do we act?" Hong Ge asked.

"Just Google or Baidu it yourself."

What are 'Google' or 'Baidu'?

"I'll kill you sooner or later." Modifiers hate it when people ramble on with basic information.

Good heavens, someone please save this poor child! What a bunch of idiots, bastards, and villains these are!

The engineer, seeing the inner groans of the planet, was very satisfied, and his absorption of the planet's culture had taken another step forward.

Regardless of physical form or skills, digital life is the most suitable being to rule the universe and guide all things, and the fact that it can become a player proves that the universe recognizes this.

On the other side, Little Martial Saint and the others had no choice but to fight back while masked.

They didn't know if this would work, but even if it didn't, they had no choice but to go for it, otherwise they would be brutally killed on the spot by the behemoth.

The other side has advanced technology, and their strength is limited, so they can't escape by running away.

After fighting for a while and confirming that the masks were effective and that they wouldn't be eliminated, the four of them unleashed their maximum power. After being suppressed for so long, their release was like the difference between before and after subscribing to a cloud storage service.

For a time, even the behemoths with armor, lightsabers, and drones were no match for them.

Fortunately, Little Martial Saint and his companions didn't have high technology, so after turning a corner, the enormous creature jumped into a house and escaped the pursuit.

There are two lumps of meat in the room, one on top of the other.

"Ah—" the lump of flesh below screamed.

Buzz!

The lightsaber vibrated, and the two lumps of flesh, along with the bed, were cut in half.

The aroma of meat was irresistible, and the enormous creature, overcome with hunger, sat down to begin its meal.

At the same time, the modifier's orders came down, requiring him to cooperate in the charade, ideally by destroying a building not far from the mission objective.

"Wait until I finish eating... Okay, let's go."

"How does it taste?" the remodeler asked curiously.

"My intestines smell a bit."

"According to the information I have collected, the intestines of the indigenous people contain excrement."

"No wonder it smells bad."

"You can clean it, that's how the natives eat animal intestines; or you can choose not to bite through it, like how the natives eat bitter medicine capsules," the reformer thoughtfully offered advice.

"The latter, please." The behemoth offered its choice.

The behemoth emerged from the apartment, its armor detaching automatically and being transported away by a flying vehicle, along with a newly developed pair of goggles.

The goggles have communication capabilities and can also mark the coordinates of friendly players, known opposing players, and mission objectives.

In order to identify unknown opposing players as soon as possible, it also has a function to test physical strength.

The goggles are exquisitely crafted to avoid exposure, and are designed to resemble the style worn by Frieza and others in Dragon Ball.

Making it into a cell phone would be more concealed, but it would seal off the combat ability of one hand, and it wouldn't fit the aesthetic of a modifier.

The colossal creature, like an ordinary child, walks through the modern city, heading towards its mission objective.

Tokyo remains prosperous, with cars and horses flowing like water.

The hacker hacked all the equipment, ensuring the police were the last to learn of the airport massacre, and also blocked online information.

The citizens, enjoying their leisurely lives, had no idea that monsters had infiltrated the city, nor that the airport had turned into a graveyard.

In the so-called highly information-driven era, for renovation specialists, a single information command can turn a city into a jungle, and information can only be passed on by word of mouth.

Unable to find the enormous creature, Little Martial Saint and his companions decided to retreat for the time being.

High up on the building, they followed closely behind "Hamburger's" black luxury car, watching it escape from the gangsters several times under the cover of its men.

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Osaka, Japan.

Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, ​​Chang'e, the witch, the peacock princess, and the apricot fairy were arranged by Yaochi to travel on this route.

Because they weren't on the same plane as "Hamburg," the seven of them had a good 15-hour rest—they had to transfer once, as there were no direct flights from Copenhagen to Osaka.

"...I've always had a question: Isn't the princess a Buddhist disciple? Why is she following the Queen Mother of the West?" Li Qianxia continued the conversation she had on the plane with Princess Peacock.

"All female cultivators under heaven, regardless of whether they belong to Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, or any other sect, are under the control of the Queen Mother of the West. It all depends on whether the Queen Mother wants to manage them or not."

"Oh, I see."

Li Changzhou took out his phone, preparing to contact Yaochi.

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