Chapter 11

In fact, if it weren't for the limit of the keyboard's response speed, the speed of the right hand could increase several times over. Unfortunately, the current human mind-direct reaction devices are still in the experimental stage; otherwise, they would be quite useful.

Chen Yang sat in his chair, feeling drowsy, unaware that a game engine far beyond human imagination had already been born. Compared to the Cocos2D-X engine, this new game engine was incomparable in both functionality and performance.

A good game engine is like the engine of a race car, determining the performance of the entire car. It is the foundation for building a "skyscraper," and its importance cannot be overstated.

To complete the several plans set by the right hand, a new game engine was necessary, as the current game engines could not support the game it intended to develop.

"Ring... ring..."

The ringing of his phone woke the drowsy Chen Yang. He shivered slightly, glanced cautiously at the right hand still tapping on the keyboard, and saw that it had no reaction. Only then did he gently take the phone out of his pocket with his left hand.

"Hello?"

"Is this Old Chen? This is Zhu Junchen."

The deep voice on the phone immediately brought to mind the image of a man, a friend and college roommate.

"Old Zhu? Did you change your number?" Chen Yang's mood changed slightly.

"Don't mention it. My phone was stolen while I was buying groceries yesterday, and my wife gave me a good scolding."

"Oh." At this moment, Chen Yang didn't know what emotion to express, so he responded with a simple "oh," unsure whether it was an agreement or a disagreement.

"Old Chen, are you still running your noodle shop? Haven't you found a new job?"

"No."

Chen Yang thought for a moment and added, "I'm doing pretty well this way."

"Oh, never mind. I know your personality. Running a noodle shop isn't bad; at least the living pressure isn't so great."

Zhu Junchen chatted casually with Chen Yang for a few more sentences before finally getting to the point: "Are you free for lunch? I'll treat you to a meal."

Lunch?

At the mention of food, Chen Yang's ears perked up, and his mouth began to water without him even realizing it. He mumbled, "Why are you suddenly inviting me to lunch?"

"Hehe, can't I invite you to lunch for no reason?"

"Hmm, let me think..."

Chen Yang mumbled, putting the phone to the side and cautiously approaching the right hand. "Commander Screw, I..."

"Go ahead."

The right hand interrupted Chen Yang, as if it knew what he was about to ask. "Given your current income, a free lunch isn't a bad thing."

Why have I become such a glutton? Whose fault is this?

Not daring to openly criticize, Chen Yang said into the phone, "Alright, I'm free at noon. Tell me the location."

"The Big Stomach Hot Pot restaurant on Binhe Road. I'll be there at twelve sharp. Don't be late."

After hanging up, Chen Yang hadn't even spoken when the right hand suddenly released the keyboard and opened its palm, saying, "The distance from here to Binhe Road is five kilometers. Let's go now."

Chen Yang was taken aback. He looked at the monitor and saw that a detailed electronic map of the city had already been opened. No wonder the right hand knew the distance.

"Growl..."

Just as Chen Yang was about to get up from his chair, the text message alert rang again. He picked it up casually, and his face immediately changed. The message was from the Industrial and Commercial Bank, stating that 15,340 yuan had been spent from his online bank account, leaving a balance of 4,780 yuan.

Chen Yang's first thought was that his online bank account had been hacked. A surge of anger rose in his heart, causing his breathing to hitch and his body to tremble, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"Host, your emotional fluctuations are quite severe."

The right hand, though it couldn't constantly scan Chen Yang's memories, could vaguely sense his emotional changes.

"Commander Screw, my online bank account has been hacked."

This kind of thing, which he had only seen on TV news, had actually happened to him. Chen Yang felt a sense of absurd disbelief. But he immediately remembered that his right hand was no longer an ordinary, rough hand but a super-right hand, parasitized by an extraterrestrial being whose terror was beyond human imagination. As long as he sought help from it, the problem should be resolved quickly. After all, their interests were now intertwined.

"Ah, it's nothing. I used it just now..."

Chen Yang's smile froze and stiffened...

Damn it, I was just a bit drowsy, and you used over 15,000 yuan. The hacker isn't someone else; it's you, you bastard...

"Ah!"

The slap instantly interrupted Chen Yang's intense anger. The next moment, the intense pain from all over his body made him groan, convulsing on the ground like someone having a seizure.

A minute later, Chen Yang, drenched in sweat, weakly stood up at the right hand's command.

His eyes were lifeless, his expression numb. After another round of cruel punishment, Chen Yang had no energy left to think. It was as if his soul had left his body.

In fact, the right hand was also in pain. It was frustrated by this low-level, backward creature, who never seemed to learn from the physical and mental stimuli. It seemed that certain training measures were necessary for this host, both mentally and physically, to ensure that obeying the commands of a higher being was imprinted at the genetic level.

Moreover, this lowly, pitiful creature was not only disobedient but also a "pauper" in human society. He had only 200 yuan in his wallet, which wouldn't even make a sound if dropped.

Fortunately, the right hand wasn't in a hurry. Obtaining money in human society was very simple, but the most important thing at the moment was not money but a bigger issue. Only by solving that issue could it proceed with its next plan.

Step by step, slowly, hiding itself and steadily completing the plan, the right hand, which had drifted through countless star systems, had the patience.

The summer weather was unpredictable. The sun was shining in the morning, but by noon, it had disappeared, and dark clouds gathered from the sea, soon followed by a torrential downpour.

Such weather was clearly unsuitable for going out. People either took shelter under awnings or stayed indoors, and even the usually dense traffic seemed to have decreased.

But in this heavy rain, a man, holding a black umbrella, walked expressionlessly and upright down the rain-soaked street.

It was absurd, truly absurd. The right hand had ordered this poor man to walk the five kilometers to the destination without taking a taxi.

More absurdly, the right hand required him to take each step with perfect consistency, without any disorder.

At the same time, he had to look straight ahead and count each step.

This was an absurd and meaningless requirement.

But even more absurd was that the man had no choice but to obey the right hand's commands, or the consequences would be unbearable.

Thus, step by step, in contrast to the hurried steps of others, the man's pace was steady and consistent, maintaining a standard speed.

If a passerby happened to notice this man and observed him for a few seconds, they would be amazed to see that each of his steps was perfectly consistent, something impossible for an ordinary person.

But in the heavy rain, who would notice this strange man?

So, the man determined his direction and moved almost in a straight line down the street, unaffected by the women, elders, or children passing by, not even pausing for a moment.