Chapter 103: Sword Flight Miracle on the Roller Coaster

As the car began moving, Shen Yan felt his head buzzing like it had been struck by lightning. The Terminal Interface was stuck at twenty-three percent on the loading bar, unmoving, like an old projector with poor contact.

His left hand was still trembling, blood seeping from the wound on his right hand dripped onto the screen, mixing with dust in the cracks, forming a messy smear.

“This damn System… even the startup animation can’t run smoothly.” He gritted his teeth, the Tip of the Tongue hurt, he had bitten through it.

A mouthful of vital blood sprayed into the air, the Terminal suddenly shook, black background with green text flashed out: 【Source Code Spiritual Root Synchronization Rate increased, temporarily unlocked high-risk Permission】

Success!

His fingers swiftly swiped, calling up a translucent Window, titled 【Transportation Control Protocol】, with a line of small text below: v0.3.7 (Rune compatibility version).

“Yu Xiaotang, that talisman saved me once, this time I’ll borrow some luck from you.” He muttered softly, dragging the dancing cheat Code into the new Program, as the Low-Level Driver Module.

Next, he began rewriting the Core Logic.

“The essence of Sword Flight is Spiritual Energy traction + trajectory locking… then what if I treat the roller coaster as a lying sword?”

As the thought arose, the Terminal automatically decomposed three sub-modules: 【Acceleration Matching】 【Track Locking】 【Spiritual Energy Jet Propulsion】.

He packaged these three Functions, naming it—【Orbital Sword-Control Protocol】.

The moment the Enter Key was pressed, the entire rusted track suddenly shimmered with faint blue light patterns, like circuits dormant for years finally awakened. The front of the carriage “chirped,” extending a translucent sword blade projection, three meters long, edges rippling with Data Stream-like jagged fluctuations.

“What the hell?” Yu Xiaotang widened her eyes, “This car… has cheats?”

Luo Li’s ears twitched, nine tails instantly spread three, the remaining six floated weakly due to insufficient Demon Power: “Don’t lose focus, they’re coming up!”

Before the words finished, dense metal scraping sounds came from the track supports. Those red-eyed Data Puppets had already climbed to the middle section, like a group of mechanical spiders, closing in on the cockpit.

“Accelerate!” Luo Li shouted lowly.

Shen Yan wanted to nod, but found his neck stiff like rusted. The aftereffects of Mental Power overdraft all came, edges of his vision darkened, ears filled with System Error Reporting noise.

But he didn’t let go.

“Today, even if I die, I’ll turn this car into a sword!”

The Program forcibly increased frequency, track current surged, the car body suddenly rushed forward, tires and track friction burst out a string of sparks.

But just as it rushed to the first curve, the car suddenly violently shook, the cockpit connection “cracked,” metal fatigue fractured, the entire front cabin began tilting!

“It’s going to break apart!” Yu Xiaotang screamed.

Luo Li reacted extremely fast, three Fox Tails like steel cables swung out, wrapping around the fracture, Demon Power poured in, the seam actually manifested crimson welding light patterns.

“Faster!” She gritted her teeth holding on, blood seeped from her temples, “I can’t hold much longer!”

Shen Yan gasped heavily, about to continue Debugging, the Terminal suddenly “dinged” popping up a Window.

【User identity recognition successful: Yu Xiaotang】

【Bloodline detection: Devil Clan royal branch】

【Awakening time: nineteen years old spring equinox】

【Special qualification: Void Rune Resonate】

“What the hell?” Shen Yan froze.

The next second, distant Ferris wheel top flashed cold light!

A silver needle shot through the air, moving so fast it left no afterimage.

“Watch out!” Shen Yan’s pupils contracted sharply. Instinctively, he wanted to write a defense script, but his terminal was so laggy he couldn’t even drag the cursor.

At the critical moment, he suddenly remembered the frequency of Yu Xiaotang’s talisman.

“If you have Devil Clan bloodline, then use your talisman as an interference device!”

He forcibly connected to the residual energy wavelength of the talisman paper and broadcast it outward in reverse, creating a garbled signal.

The poisoned needle veered sharply mid-flight, embedding itself into the side wall of the track. Corrosive droplets splattered, instantly causing the metal to emit white smoke and partially collapse.

“Xie Wujiu… you really think highly of me.” Shen Yan sneered, “Using poisoned needles against a programmer? Do you know what we’re least afraid of is bugs?”

The carriage violently shook, nearly flying out of the park. Ahead, a translucent spiritual energy net suddenly lit up, spanning the exit.

The Mystic Gate’s detection array!

“We can’t force our way through, it’ll trigger alarms.” Shen Yan quickly analyzed, “But if we… look like high-level cultivators riding artifacts?”

He immediately opened a hidden folder, pulling out an encrypted data packet.

It was the residual Sword Qi traces Ye Zhao left after their last sparring session—he secretly recorded it.

“Borrowing some of your aura for appearances.” He injected the data packet into the Orbital Sword-Control Protocol and deleted all safety restriction modules.

“Overload mode, initiate!”

Boom—

The sword blade illusion at the front of the roller coaster surged, transforming the entire carriage into a streak of light. It leaped into the air from the park’s highest point, tracing an arc across the night sky.

Below, Xie Wujiu stood atop the Ferris wheel, the runes on his jade ring dimming. He stared at the fading light trail, a slight smile curling his lips: “Interesting, actually able to deceive the detection net… But do you think this is over?”

At this moment, Shen Yan leaned against the deformed carriage, blood at his lips, his phone screen completely blacked out. He still clutched the programming pen, his knuckles white.

Luo Li stood beside him, her Demon Power depleted by half, only two of her Nine Tails able to maintain physical form. The contract mark on her right ear faintly burned, her gaze scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Yu Xiaotang sat dazed amidst the wreckage, her candied hawthorn long melted, sticky residue clinging to her fingertips. She looked down at her palm—the archive window from earlier had vanished, but those words still spun in her mind—Devil Clan royal branch.

She murmured, “I’m… Devil Clan?”

No one answered her.

The neon lights at the edge of the night market flickered intermittently. The smell of barbecue smoke drifted over from a skewer stall. Several bystanders peeked and whispered.

“Did a roller coaster just fly out earlier?”

“Must be seeing things, the amusement park closed long ago.”

Shen Yan slowly raised his head, looking toward the brightly lit night market area nearby, squeezing out a sentence:

“Next… we need to act like normal people.”

Luo Li nodded lightly, her tail quietly wrapping around his wrist, whispering, “I’ll play along with you.”

Yu Xiaotang wiped her face, suddenly stood up, stuffed the last bit of candy residue into her mouth, her eyes somewhat stubborn: “Then I should have a role too, right? You can’t just treat me as a mascot.”

Shen Yan glanced at her, grinning: “Alright, then you play my sister, the kind who loves candy.”

“You have to buy me new candied hawthorn.” She glared.

“Let’s talk after surviving and leaving this area.” Luo Li coldly interrupted, her ears suddenly twitching, “Someone’s approaching.”

The three simultaneously fell silent.

Ten meters away, a man in a food delivery uniform pushed an electric bike forward. In the basket were three takeout boxes, their labels reading: Spicy Hot Pot, Grilled Cold Noodles, Fried Chicken Leg.

As he passed by, he inadvertently looked up and glanced at the Programming Pen in Shen Yan’s hand.

His gaze lingered for half a second.

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