Chapter 45

Ever since Merlin had modified her engines and firepower, Arcee had learned not to underestimate him, even though he was just a human high school student. Today, with the mysteries he had unveiled, she realized she couldn't easily see through him.

"No problem," Merlin agreed simply when asked about meeting Optimus Prime. But then, something crossed his mind, and he asked with curiosity, "You have two sisters, right?"

"Yes, how do you know?" Arcee was puzzled by his knowledge.

"I noticed it during the data transmission. It seems like you share a common core with them," Merlin replied, his tone inquisitive.

"You invaded my program?" Arcee's voice took on a darker tone, clearly unsettled by the idea.

"Don't forget, I was the one who modified your body," Merlin reminded her, pointing to her atomic engine, which was pulsing with a soft blue light. Then, with a sly grin, he added, "Since you share a core, do you also share what you feel?"

Arcee's earlier annoyance quickly gave way to embarrassment. Her face heated up, turning a shade that would have been a blush if she had human skin. Without saying another word, she swiftly transformed back into her Ducati motorcycle form and lay on the ground, hoping to avoid any further awkwardness.

The next day, Midtown High School.

"Hey Flash, did you have an extra app on your phone last night?"

"Rockstar? Do you have it on your phone too?"

"Of course, it suddenly popped up yesterday when I was doing the doomsday mission. I became a player. How about you?"

"I also agreed. I want to see if the things in the mall are real. If they are real, I will definitely buy a Tyrant."

"What are you talking about? What software?"

"You didn't?"

"No, I don't even know what you are talking about."

"Oh, Shit, why didn't you invite me to be a player? This must be discriminatory against us black people."

"That's probably why you didn't buy the game."

Of the three, only the black guy was not invited.

When Peter walked into the school, the surrounding alumni were excitedly discussing the new Rockstar APP on their mobile phones.

this moment, dazzling and attracting everyone's attention.

In reality, no man can refuse this chariot.

At this time, the door of the vigilante car opened slowly after parking, and then a boy with brown curly hair and a refreshing look came out.

"Harry!" When the person came out, someone immediately recognized him.

Harry Osborne, son of the president of Osborne Industries.

"Oh, look, that's Shotaro! One of my favorite motorcycles."

"That's... Surano behind!"

Excited exclamations echoed one after another in front of the school gate, and those who had not downloaded the game or become players could only be stunned and had no idea what they were cheering for.

As vehicles from the game appeared one after another, various futuristic-looking concept cars filled the parking lot, making it look like a car show. It was only then that the students of Midtown High School realized just how many of their classmates were part of the wealthy elite.

Even though the invitation to the game was sent out only last night, some students were already driving around in cars from the game today. After many people became players, the more impulsive ones placed orders directly in the game, while the more cautious ones drove their cars to the offline store, excitedly confirming their purchases before driving off with their new rides.

Many gravitated towards special vehicles with nitrogen acceleration and atomic engines, like the Super Combustion, Vigilante, and Tyrant. However, due to the limited quantities, only a select few managed to snag them. Harry was clearly one of those lucky few.

Meanwhile, the Fallout-like R-Star app had already begun causing quite a stir in Apple City, especially with the platform's rapid expansion and the influx of new players. This drew some attention away from the big news of Stark Industries closing its arms business. However, since all the platform's stores were based in Hell's Kitchen, people were cautious about making any hasty moves.

Amidst all the excitement, Merlin, who was mingling with his classmates, couldn't help but grin at the sight of the game vehicles arriving at the school gate. After that fateful night, the numbers in his bank account had skyrocketed, increasing faster than money could be printed.

The robotic arms on his smart production line were working overtime, nearly smoking from the intense workload. Seeing people actually buying the game vehicles made others rush to place their own orders.

Although there were currently only tens of thousands of players in NY City, it wouldn't be long before the excitement stabilized and people started taking on tasks in the game.

That night, Peter returned to the sewers to meet with Professor Connors. Since Connors was still a wanted man, he couldn't venture outside and had to rely on Peter to gather information.

"How did it go?" Connors asked impatiently as soon as he saw Peter return.

"Many of my classmates had the software installed on their phones last night. They even bought the vehicles that were on display in the mall," Peter reported excitedly. "The mission is real, Professor. This platform can definitely help us gather the materials we need for the Canary Device."

"Calm down, Peter. We need to stay cautious," Connors urged, noticing Peter's eagerness. "We should think carefully about the purpose behind this platform."

"Purpose? Whether it's about making money or causing chaos, it doesn't really matter to us. We have no other options, Professor!" Peter argued, clenching his fists in determination.

Connors fell silent at Peter's words, realizing the gravity of their situation.

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