Abyss Solo
Chapter 345 - 164 The Second Person on Earth? (Additional - )_3

Chapter 345: 164 The Second Person on Earth? (Additional Chapter)_3

A slight problem.

Yang Ming thought he needed to remain sufficiently cautious and first probe the other party’s intentions.

...

Two days later.

The Feinan hovered over a Resource Star near an Administrative Star in the remote regions of the Sherman Empire.

Yang Ming quietly slipped into the surface city of this Resource Star, disguising himself from head to toe as a distinguished old gentleman.

Using a standard internet terminal, he accessed the secret website.

A black frame immediately appeared on the projection screen.

[The universe is the Abyss].

Hmm, this sentence almost made Yang Ming nauseous, but the design of this frame... it was identical to "Abyss."

And it was using Galaxy Universal Language.

Yang Ming clicked on the screen and was taken directly to the questionnaire page.

This internet terminal had been infected by a virus, and those files created by Lyu depicting a day in the life of an old man were completely stolen by the other side.

Seeing the first question on the questionnaire, Yang Ming almost laughed aloud.

"Which option below is the real name of the legendary pirate, Star widow?"

Without thinking, Yang Ming chose "Mimili."

And this young legend had already formed a strong friendship with him; her old father had even become his first mate, and he had almost had an intimate encounter with Mimili.

Though it was more mechanical lust.

The second question was more specialized.

"Which of the following statements do you think is correct?

"1. Melee players are all dumb; isn’t this game just about dominating with a laser gun?

"2. Flirting with a mentor of the opposite sex will not result in any penalties; on the contrary, you might get an adult-only reward.

"3. The great Emperor of the Sherman Empire usually lives between three hundred and six hundred years.

"4. Secondary professions are useless; who plays a game to get certification? Do players need to learn how to understand a curvature engine?"

Yang Ming didn’t hesitate to choose the third option.

Only this one was correct.

This questionnaire was akin to a giveaway, comprising all of the "Abyss" game content, meaningless to an outsider, yet it made Yang Ming’s heart grow ever more fervent.

Kindred spirits sought each other out!

Meanwhile.

In the New Federation, Minter City, having just finished a meeting, Councilman Allison hurriedly got into his luxury car.

He opened a highly secure solid-state screen, and immediately Yang Ming’s disguised elderly figure appeared.

Allison glanced at the questionnaire score.

A perfect score!

Oh, this!

Allison immediately assumed full control over the backend, his fingers rapidly inputting lines of code.

In his assembled technical team, he was the leader.

Having just completed the "exam," Yang Ming suddenly saw a simple dialog box pop up in front of him, and after a certain delay, a message appeared.

"Your planet was destroyed, correct?"

Yang Ming quickly typed: "The Ninth Natural Disaster."

Allison: "They showed no warning, didn’t explain any rules to us, and ruthlessly destroyed our home."

Yang Ming: "They should have told us beforehand the significance of this game."

Allison: "The process of consciousness fusion is painful; I need to face another life."

Yang Ming: "I was nearly swallowed by the host’s consciousness."

"Can we meet? We need further contact," the other side asked.

Yang Ming’s lips curved into a slight smile, this was the moment he had been waiting for, this was his way of taking the initiative.

"Yes."

Yang Ming typed quickly in the Empire’s Universal Language:

"But I can’t determine your identity; forgive me for needing to remain cautious.

"Free Federation camp, Team Level, site of the epic storyline, I’m waiting for you there, how long will you need?"

Allison squinted with a smile, a hint of a sharp glint flickering in his eyes.

"The afterlife world, right? I can access their network at any time; I’ve already established a decent faction."

Yang Ming: "I’m just making do; we’ll talk more when we meet."

"See you at noon there."

"See you at noon."