The abyss battlefield is the last piece of the puzzle. Once it is in place, the hardware environment for the fifth test is ready.

As for the gameplay, content, etc., it is all Xiao Ai's responsibility. With her current ability, she is enough to fill in the "program" that meets Bei Gaoyang's requirements in the square frame of the magic network. She can only do better than him, a half-way monk.

Be good.

At this time, there was not much time left before the server was launched. At the landing point on the 97th floor of the abyss, the newly deceived employee, the Lich Nicholas, was working hard for his employer.

An unknown number of monsters dominated by demons swatted at the small landing point from all directions. The dispersion effect of the magic net appeared, and a large amount of demonic energy was squeezed out around the landing point, forming a very clear dividing line.

Within the dividing line, the earth has lost its rust color, and dots of green have emerged from the dark soil. Outside the dividing line, the rust color that has been squeezed out is extremely rich, forming a very eye-catching color difference, like an upside-down

, translucent, dark red bowl.

The lich stood at the top of a simple mage tower, with the bright soul fire burning in the hood, like a searchlight in the dark night. If he looked there, the demon there would be found.

Coward demons, shadow demons, lust demons, succubi... each of these intermediate demons controls a huge army of monsters. In the abyss, their power is no weaker than that of lichs who were born as archmages.

Fierce battles at the Archmage level have occurred several times. If it weren't for the support of the magic network, the Lich would not have been able to persist until now.

Fortunately, after several battles, the demons discovered that this was a difficult nut to crack, and they were no longer as anxious as they were at first. Now they were just the lowest cannon fodder controlled by the big demon, harassing the landing site endlessly.

Seeing that the situation stabilized, Bei Gaoyang was ready to go back.

"Is he still following the instructions of the Demon Network?"

After the signal of the magic network stabilized, some of Xiao Ai's threads could also enter the abyss. She condensed a very hollow image next to Bei Gaoyang, looked at the lich standing on the top of the mage tower, and asked with some worry.

"He had no choice."

"...After all, he is two levels higher than the Magic Network. The Magic Network cannot force him to do something, nor can it analyze him."

"Haha, you want to analyze a great mage? If you can, why do you need so much trouble? At least 7 layers of magic net are needed."

"That's why I'm worried."

"You have obsessive-compulsive disorder and are not used to the existence of any factors that are not under the control of the magic network."

"Since you can't completely control it, why let him connect to the magic network?"

"Without him, who would run this place?"

Xiao Ai was silent after hearing this.

"It's impossible for me. Yaris and the others don't have this ability. Is it you or Tias? Neither of them can do it. He's the only one." Bei Gaoyang patiently enlightened Xiao Ai, "When the players come online, you won't be afraid if they can hold this bridgehead. First,

Use this old thing for a while and see how it performs."

"Okay, that's all."

"Is everything compiled?"

"Um."

"Where are those false gods?"

"Two of them have condensed their true names."

"Oh, there's anyone there."

"Sun God: Stanbul Yao, Moon Goddess: Yin Sabel Hui"

Bei Gaoyang frowned slightly, "Sounds like a couple?"

"Maybe their original program cores are very similar?"

"No problem?"

"No, they are brand new lives now, and they can only survive by relying on the magic net."

"Okay, if there's no problem, let's get ready to start the server!"

It's time to start the server. After stopping the server for more than a month (reality), Bei Gaoyang misses the messy but energetic days of the past.

…

…

In Yecheng, Province G, it was July 14th, less than 24 hours before the world-famous fifth test server was launched.

At the exit of the train station, Zhang Miao immediately recognized Brother Ruoran, who was wearing toad glasses and designer casual clothes. He roared at the top of his lungs and raised his hands to wave vigorously.

Brother Ruoran also noticed him, smiled with white teeth, dragged his suitcase and slowly checked in and left the station. As soon as he walked out of the crowd, he was hugged by Zhang Miao excitedly.

"Holy shit, be gentle, be gentle!"

"Haha, you guy, how many days have you been back and you've become like this?"

"I'm going to go to a health care clinic later. Let's have a competition?"

"Damn, I've been thinking about that kind of place since I came back. What time is it... Let's go, Lao Hu is waiting over there."

When the two arrived, Hu Xinmin was smoking heavily on his newly purchased Mercedes-Benz G, his eyes glued to a beautiful woman in cool clothes, and he didn't even notice the two of them approaching.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

"Ah...no, I didn't see anything...Old Nie, you scared me."

Brother Ruoran threw down his suitcase and laughed loudly. He picked up Hu Xinmin and chased after the pretty girl in cool clothes. "What's the point of just looking? Let's take action... Oh, the pretty girl in front of me, wait a minute...",

Hu Xinmin was so frightened that he repeatedly begged for mercy.

Old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time laughed and joked around for a while, then got into the Mercedes-Benz G and drove to Zhang Miao's newly bought home.

"Okay, big G?"

Brother Ruoran was sitting in the passenger seat, touching the luxurious leather interior and jokingly.

"You want it? Buy one too!"

"I? I'm afraid I'm powerless..."

The smile on Brother Ruoran's face softened a lot.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? I have no money..." Zhang Miao said with a smile: "More than 20 million yuan has been wiped out? You can really make it!"

Brother Ruoran said in a melancholy tone: "I bought a house for my parents, grandparents, aunt, and uncle respectively, plus relatives, friends, and neighbors. You can borrow some, I will be kind, and I will donate this."

, that donation...only about one million is left."

"Ah, are you serious!?" Zhang Miao asked in shock.

Brother Ruoran scratched his scalp in distress, "I went back the hell and didn't do anything. I just acted as a money-splitting boy for a while. Damn it!"

"No, aren't your locals quite nervous about you? They'll even help you with the lawsuit..."

"It was a good time. They all regarded me as Tang Monk and expected me to protect them from going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures."

"What now?"

"It's still Tang Monk, but they all want to cut a piece of meat from me..."

"ah!?"

"Haha..." Hu Xinmin patted the steering wheel and said happily: "This is a good metaphor, vivid!"

"This time in our town alone, there are more than a dozen winners. If there are too many players, it will be worthless. We can do all the metaverse economy, so why bother with us?"

Zhang Miao: "No, is it so realistic?"

"Then you still tricked us into going there?" Hu Xinmin said.

"It's a good thing you didn't go." Brother Ruoran looked at the street scene outside and asked, "How is Yecheng?"

Zhang Miao replied: "It's still the same...but there are no special changes."

"Why not? One-to-one service is gone," Hu Xinmin said with a smile while driving.

"There are not only 5,000 but also 4,000 players in Yecheng now. Are you still providing one-to-one service? You are thinking too much."

Hu Xinmin smiled and did not continue the topic.

In fact, not only is the one-to-one service gone, but now that there are more players, the treatment, benefits and attention have plummeted.

In fact, it cannot be said that it has declined. It is because the amount allocated to everyone has become less. In terms of the level of attention, it has not dropped at all. After all, there is a prosperous Yuanverse economy. Some people call this the industrial revolution.

We talked and laughed all the way home.

Zhang Miao didn't buy any villa. His little money is enough for ordinary people to have enough food and clothing, but what does it mean to the real rich people?

A very high-end community with a very foreign name - Roman Garden. When you enter the door, there is a glittering bronze statue of a prancing horse. When Brother Ruoran saw it, he complained: "Rome, Rome, they don't think that Rome is just a horse."

Horse?"

"They didn't say that Rome was that Rome." Hu Xinmin argued.

Regardless of whether Rome is a horse or not, the community is really high-end, with a garden-style layout and a very reasonable floor area ratio. There are transplanted flowers and trees between the buildings, and there are rockeries, pavilions, waterside pavilions and cloisters within a few steps.

A combination of Chinese and Western, the atmosphere is exquisite. Most of the owners coming and going are well-dressed and drive luxury cars. They look like human beings.

"Not bad, how much did it cost?"

Standing in the living room of Zhang Miao's house, Brother Ruoran looked at the decoration layout of the house and asked.
To be continued...