"My mecha?! Damn, what is this thing? Why is it suddenly attacking?" A player shouted in panic. The mecha's barrier was destroyed before it could be fully deployed.
"Can anyone tell me what the hell is this? Why is it so powerful?" Another player slammed the console angrily, but the health bar on the screen had instantly reached the bottom.
The elder in the control room stared at the combat data and nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, the initial results are in line with expectations. However, this is only the first step."
He then instructed his assistants to place virtual treasure chests and spare parts in the ruins of the battlefield, luring players in. The treasure chests were sleekly designed, and the spare parts were labeled with extremely high performance bonuses, enough to tempt any player.
"Look, there's a treasure chest over there!" A player on the battlefield excitedly shouted, rushing towards his target, his eyes practically shining. He couldn't wait to open the treasure chest, but then a red warning popped up on the mech's screen: "Psychic system abnormality, please repair immediately."
"What the hell?!" The player was stunned. Before he could operate the mecha, the engine suddenly stalled, the psychic energy fluctuations became chaotic, and eventually it was completely paralyzed.
Similar scenes continue to unfold.
"Why is my mech suddenly unable to move? Are these parts poisonous?"
"Damn it! I've tried fixing it three times and it's useless! Who's behind this?"
"Is there a virus in this area?! Even my real-life devices are affected. This is terrible!"
Players in the Chaos Realm fell into unprecedented chaos, and complaints and complaints began to flood the forums.
"Can someone explain why the treasure chest here is poisonous? When did this kind of trickery appear in the world of immortal cultivation?"
"The cost of repairs is too high! The Chaos Realm is unplayable right now. I suspect someone is behind this!"
The elder stood in the control room, listening to the data reported by his assistant, a satisfied smile on his face. "The players' reactions are exactly as expected. Making them doubt and panic is the power of the poison program."
The assistant whispered, "Elder, should we continue to expand the scope of the test?"
The elder glanced at the data on the screen and said slowly, "No rush. Let them get used to the fear first, then give them some hope. Next, we need to see the true potential of the poison program after it is deeply integrated with the psychic network."
The assistant nodded, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "Elder, if this program gets out of control, we..."
"Out of control?" The elder smiled coldly. "Power is born for those who control it. If you are afraid, you are not worthy of participating in this research."
The assistant fell silent, not daring to speak anymore, and could only concentrate on continuing the operation.
By this time, the Chaos Realm had begun to be dubbed a "toxic land" by players. More and more players were withdrawing from battle due to mech anomalies, and some on the forums even signed a petition to boycott it: "The Chaos Realm is a trap! Thoroughly investigate the mastermind behind this and give the players justice!"
Despite this, a large number of players were still drawn in by the alluring treasure chests and high-performance parts, willing to take the risk and enter this battlefield. The elder stood before the screen, watching the data flow, the smile on his face gradually fading, replaced by a hint of cold ambition.
"The poison program is just the beginning," the elder muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with madness. "When the psychic network is completely under our control, the world will also be under our control."
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