BUILDING A GAMING EMPIRE FROM SCRATCH

Chapter 1332: Chapter 1194: Lincoln’s Prank Chapter 1332: Chapter 1194: Lincoln’s Prank The state officials were already covering their faces.

That’s why they wanted to pre-screen reporters and set boundaries for the interview questions.

This is exactly what they were trying to prevent!

Lincoln’s expression was subtly complex, but the faces of the officials had turned completely dark as they were ready to stand up and interrupt the interaction.

However, Lincoln was quicker, briskly raising his hand to signal that he would answer one last question, effectively bringing the interactive segment to an end.

Moreover, the last question was directly chosen by Mavis, who picked an enthusiastic “Chang’an” series player.

The player’s question, unsurprisingly, was about the latest “Cyber Chang’an: 2077”—

“In the trailer, we saw the use of [Flying Sword] for attacks.

May I ask if there will be a [cultivation] enhancement path in the game?”

This brother had clearly passed the virtual world’s [Chinese Proficiency Test], posing his question in Chinese, and his sharp awareness of the Flying Sword and cultivation elements also indirectly proved his deep understanding of the “Chang’an” series.

“The Flying Sword is there, but it may not be quite what you’re imagining,” Lincoln nodded and then shook his head.

“Have you been following the Kitty Drone Master?”

The brother proudly lifted his chin slightly: “That’s me.”

“Then you should understand that, in the latest edition of ‘Chang’an,’ the Flying Sword is like a drone, serving as a type of remote-controlled weapon.”

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“I really want to control a Flying Sword in reality!”

“That…” Lincoln hesitated for a moment.

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Wouldn’t he want to try it himself after devising such a thing in the virtual world?

Of course, he would!

After thrashing his employees, the next day he started to attempt replicating the Flying Sword in reality.

But there were significant problems.

Firstly, the high-capacity energy source fictitiously depicted in the game was a major issue, and it was impossible to fit 16 miniature vector nozzles onto a sword, let alone without affecting the aerodynamics—by current technological standards, it was simply not feasible.

Most people would probably give up right then.

But Lincoln was not most people.

He got rocket fuel from Henry, and then manufactured a three-meter long, forearm-wide, palm-thick high-temperature titanium alloy Big Sword—the material originally used for rocket engines.

Miniature vector engines were tricky to make, but small-scale explosive driving devices were not, and coupled with an invincible flight control algorithm—an invincibility that required Mavis’s real-time assistance—he barely managed to produce a kind of “Flying Sword.”

However, after test-flying it once at the military’s weapons testing range, he swiftly gave up on the idea.

The reason was simple: It was a headache to play with!

Of course, he still remade one for collection and display purposes.

As for the original, it had been scrapped during the tests for its power.

In fact, even without testing its power, just flying it around was enough to severely damage it.

After assessing the three-meter-long titanium alloy Treasure Sword at home and considering the technological hurdles he would need to overcome to optimize it to one and a half meters, Lincoln still shook his head: “It seems impractical, just enjoy it in the virtual world.”

The brother nodded in understanding and reluctantly put down the microphone.

But the members of the Lincoln Countermeasures Group who had been dispatched to observe Lincoln up close widened their eyes in surprise—

He hesitated!

For those who studied Lincoln every day, this moment of hesitation meant he must have hidden something!

Could it be… he actually made something similar?

Wouldn’t that mean chaos for drones??

As the award ceremony officially ended, the Lincoln Countermeasures Group started writing an emergency analysis report, while their leader, Barnes, and the food-loving female member Bree went to the banquet to continue their observation.

But times had changed.

In the past, when Lincoln was in Daxia and America had a ban, scrutinizing Lincoln with observation and analysis didn’t attract much attention.

But now, doing this right under Lincoln’s nose?

That was seriously underestimating Mavis!

Mavis had always been keeping an eye on all suspicious movements within a one-kilometer radius centered on Lincoln!

After a bunch of strange sticklers appeared, she had even scoped out everyone at the award scene.

These people had already exposed themselves!

So what followed was inevitable.

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At the banquet, Bree, who loved to eat, had just picked up a pastry from the table when she suddenly felt the room go quiet.

She turned around to see everyone staring at her.

At first, she thought her act of eating had attracted too much attention, as not a single person at the event had touched any food on the table.

However, following everyone’s gaze, she quickly discovered the real reason—the person they were watching was standing right beside her.

“Hello,” Lincoln greeted her proactively.

“Um…

hello?” Bree was confused.

“Lincoln’s Countermeasures Group?” Lincoln asked again.

“Ah?” Bree’s hand shook a little.

“I have a little gift for you.”

“What?” Bree was stunned, “No, that’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“You need it.”

Without another word, Lincoln stuffed an old floppy disk into her hand that wasn’t holding the cake, waved his hand, and walked away, leaving Bree standing there dumbfounded with the floppy disk.

“What’s inside?” Bree, who had come back to her senses, asked quickly.

But Lincoln just waved his hand behind her without turning back or answering.

And in the lobby, everyone, be it government officials or various tycoons, was staring intensely at that floppy disk.

Bree shivered in fear, and the little cake dropped to the ground.

—The floppy disk wouldn’t drop.

Even though it felt like she was holding a lit bomb that could kill her at any moment, she didn’t hesitate to clutch it tightly in her hand.

Team leader Barnes ran over immediately and took her away from the scene.

Lincoln’s unexpected move had completely disrupted their plans—as well as those of many others at the banquet.

Barnes immediately abandoned the original plan and escorted the floppy disk away with Bree.

No one would overlook something given by Lincoln.

But America was different from Daxia; they had to consider whether what was stored on the floppy disk was truly a “gift” or a “bomb”?

Considering that Lincoln had given it to a member of the fiercely significant Lincoln Countermeasures Group.

Reading it and having a terrible virus burn down an entire office building’s computers wouldn’t surprise them.

Considering the floppy disk’s storage limit is 1.44MB, it could either contain a virus or text data; hardly anything else could fit.

—As for why it was a floppy disk, an already obsolete technology, no one really understood.

But Lincoln appeared quite easygoing and didn’t show any ill will.

Moreover, if he wanted to cause destruction, he wouldn’t have needed to go through such trouble, so the possibility that it was indeed a [gift] couldn’t be ruled out.

As Lincoln arrived at Camille’s side, being led around like a little follower and making small talk with people, the floppy disk was quickly afforded the highest level of protection and then was requested by superiors to be escorted across state government to Washington at top speed.

Although the Lincoln Countermeasures Group’s office was in California, they reported directly to the federal government and could even speak directly to the President; naturally, the item had to be sent to the highest authority immediately.

The state government had different opinions about this.

The leaders of the departments, conglomerates, and family dynasties that had seen the floppy disk in the lobby also developed some differing views.

Dark undercurrents began to stir in Sacramento.

Lincoln wasn’t too concerned about this.

Because the floppy disk itself wasn’t anything special.

During his daytime wanderings, Mavis took him to a home that was holding a courtyard sale, a local feature, and Lincoln bought the floppy disk without much thought.

Giving it to someone who specialized in studying him seemed quite apt.

In his view, it was a sort of…

prank?

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