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Cracking passwords was something Lin Yuan found utterly incomprehensible, but controlling the Pterosaur H- was no problem at all. In just a few breaths, he had fully grasped the situation of this Pterosaur H- Strike Fighter. It was strange; this was not the one he had assembled but a brand new, fully powered original.
But that didn't matter. Lin Yuan's four Mechanical Arms could perform any quick and complex movements with remarkable agility. In an instant, the Pterosaur H- shot forward into space like a bolt of lightning, its speed skyrocketing to one ten-thousandth of the speed of light.
Almost simultaneously, countless Thorned Dragons and massive Thorn Reapers appeared from all directions, surrounding the Pterosaur H- in pursuit. Even more bizarrely, these Thorned Dragons and Thorn Reapers matched the Pterosaur H-'s speed perfectly.
At that moment, Lin Yuan was extremely excited because the Pterosaur H- Strike Fighter had such a strong reputation in Mechanical City not only for its capability for Interstellar Travel but also for its prowess in combat.
At speeds approaching one ten-thousandth of the speed of light, executing complex evasive maneuvers was more thrilling than a roller coaster ride. It was a tremendous test for every part of the Battle Machine's main engine; even the slightest miscalculation could lead to disastrous consequences.
For a moment, Lin Yuan completely forgot that this was a virtual space meant for cracking passwords and overlooked Claire, who seemed to have infinite ammunition at her disposal.
This total immersion, combined with his comprehensive understanding of the Pterosaur H- Strike Fighter, led to an unexpectedly wonderful result!
Inside the cockpit of the Pterosaur H-, manual physical control and cognitive intelligent control required nearly a hundred different control modes. Normally, it would take at least one pilot and one co-pilot to manage everything.
However, at this moment, Lin Yuan was handling it all with ease. His four Mechanical Arms moved fluidly—sometimes extending, sometimes retracting—controlling over seventy manual physical control sticks and buttons like fleeting shadows. At the same time, he needed to manage more than twenty intelligent buttons through virtual thought.
Every second, Lin Yuan had to execute at least sixty complex controls to ensure that the Pterosaur H- performed the simplest yet most effective evasive maneuvers while narrowly escaping from the relentless pursuit of countless Thorned Insect Clan members!
If this were slowed down by a hundred times, one would see that the Pterosaur H- controlled by Lin Yuan danced gracefully under intense lightning strikes. Each moment involved one or several complex evasions, and the entire process connected flawlessly.
Of course, if this were in reality, Lin Yuan would never be able to achieve such feats because his Civic Induction Transmission Rate simply wouldn't meet the demands; he would be blown apart in seconds.
But this was within his Intellect; there was no need for Civic Induction Transmission Rate. As long as he didn't become disoriented or confused, theoretically, no errors should occur.
"Sir, please accelerate to one thousandth of light speed; your control speed is too slow."
Lin Yuan was still reveling in his almost god-like mastery when Claire's words felt like a splash of cold water thrown on him—he felt utterly embarrassed, but thankfully there were no others around.
At that moment, Lin Yuan noticed that Claire's firing rate far surpassed his own. Whether it was Thorned Dragons or Thorn Reapers, each shot resulted in a kill; she eliminated over three hundred every second without random shooting—there seemed to be some special pattern behind her accuracy.
With a sense of shame in his heart, Lin Yuan could only increase the speed of the Pterosaur H-Strike Fighter to one-thousandth the speed of light. However, this time, he encountered issues with his overall control. Errors would pop up intermittently, but fortunately, Claire was incredibly skilled and always managed to save the day whenever Lin Yuan made a mistake. As a result, they avoided collisions and did not face failure.
“Claire, something feels off. Why can't I fly out? It feels like I'm trapped in a sphere.”
After struggling for over ten seconds, Lin Yuan finally noticed the problem. It was as if he were in a pond filled with countless sharks chasing him, yet he couldn't escape this pond and could only rely on constant evasion to survive.
“Sir, I told you before, don't think about anything else!”
For the first time, Claire's tone was somewhat serious. But in the next moment, the entire space battlefield transformed dramatically; it truly became like what Lin Yuan described—a pond no larger than three hundred square meters filled with crocodiles with their mouths wide open. The Pterosaur H-Strike Fighter he controlled had turned into a simple canoe, and he had become an ordinary person with only a rudimentary paddle to navigate. Meanwhile, Claire's Falling Star had transformed into a bow and arrow.
“This is insane!”
At that moment, Lin Yuan was utterly frustrated. Not daring to think further, he began to paddle furiously as crocodiles lunged at him from all sides, making it far more terrifying than the space battlefield!
Fortunately, Claire remained as powerful as ever, quickly dispatching the crocodiles and preventing Lin Yuan's canoe from capsizing.
They continued to hold on for about three minutes until the canoe finally succumbed to a giant crocodile's bite. Amidst Lin Yuan's screams of despair, everything vanished like an illusion. Only his Intellect remained in chaos, feeling as if a hundred red-hot irons were stirring within him! The pain made him scream out loud.
It took several minutes for Lin Yuan to recover, but he received a notification that his Intelligence Level had dropped significantly—no wonder he felt this way.
“I’m sorry; this was my fault, Claire. Are you okay?” At that moment, Lin Yuan couldn’t care less about his plummeting Intelligence Level and hurriedly asked.
“Sir, there's no need to blame yourself. You performed very well. I currently have about a 0% chance of cracking this Five-Dimensional Code. However, this might be our last opportunity. If we fail, it could cause unimaginable damage to you. I... I’m not sure; I don’t have the courage to try,” Claire's voice was low and somewhat anxious. This was understandable; after two consecutive attempts at cracking it, Lin Yuan’s Intellect had dropped by five levels. If they attempted again and failed, his Intellect might plummet to single digits or even drop back down to level one.
“It doesn’t matter; whether I live or die depends on this attempt. I believe in you. Even if we fail, what’s there to worry about? Let’s do it!” Lin Yuan did not hesitate and decisively stated. He understood their current situation well enough that they had to take a gamble—after all, there was still a 0% chance.
After a long pause, Claire finally spoke up again. “Alright then, sir. I’m willing to take this risk for you. However, this time I need you to enter ultimate sleep mode completely. Then I will wake you up within the Five-Dimensional Code. No matter what happens, you must hold on until the end. Additionally, since this is the Five-Dimensional Code, I can’t guarantee what exactly will happen. But one thing is certain: you must find a way to endure. As long as you hold on long enough, even if I fail to crack it, you won’t suffer too much loss. Do you understand?”
“Okay, I understand!” Lin Yuan felt inexplicably nervous inside; it was too surreal—he cursed the bastard who designed this code a thousand times over.
At that moment, Lin Yuan continued connecting the twelve Titanium Silver Threads and then shut down his Energy Engine completely, entering ultimate sleep mode for the first time since awakening. In this state, as long as external conditions remained unchanged, his Energy Engine would not consume any energy at all; if no one woke him up, he would remain in eternal slumber forever.
Therefore, unless entrusted to someone extremely trustworthy or in a situation of utmost necessity, as a Mechanical Warrior, one would never allow oneself to enter the ultimate sleep state.
In an instant, Lin Yuan's soul consciousness was enveloped by boundless darkness, leaving him unable to perceive his existence in relation to the outside world.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Lin Yuan suddenly awoke, memories flooding back like a tide. However, he soon realized that Claire was missing, and there were no hints to her whereabouts. Even more bizarrely, he found himself in the very place where he had previously discovered the Alien Battlefield with Hal, Bison, and others. He was even inside the Wreckage of the Starship, with all twelve Titanium Silver Threads still present; everything was exactly the same.
It felt as if Lin Yuan had traveled back in time to half an hour ago, or perhaps he had just experienced an incredible dream.
It was so real that Lin Yuan began to doubt whether the so-called Super Five-Dimensional Code truly existed.
Thinking this, Lin Yuan tried to touch one of the twelve Titanium Silver Threads, but nothing came through—not even a hint that it was a Titanium Silver Thread.
"Strange? Claire?"
Lin Yuan attempted to call out for Claire but found that she remained in a very weak state of slumber. Everything felt so natural.
"Could it really have just been a dream? That’s impossible!" As Lin Yuan pondered this, he stepped outside to check on Thomas and Fat Three, who were both in their Life Pods. They appeared perfectly normal—very normal. This was definitely not a virtual imagined space; he was certain of that. He could distinguish between reality and illusion.
"So then, what should I do now?" Lin Yuan felt somewhat confused. This was the most frustrating situation—how absurd it was for memories and reality to be so intertwined! (To be continued.)
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