In a pitch-black room, the lights were off. Only the glow of various electronic devices illuminated the young man sitting before his computer.
The young man wore a Protective Suit and thick-lensed glasses. His messy hair resembled a bird's nest, and his face gleamed with oil.
Looking at the information on his screen, he muttered to himself, "They're suppressing information pretty thoroughly..."
As a genius hacker who had breached the internal network of a foreign security agency in his teens, the young man had mastered all kinds of network technology to an astonishing degree.
Thus, two days after the Blood Plague Rules were announced, he keenly noticed that certain information was beginning to be suppressed online.
After constantly testing with different IP accounts, he confirmed that he had not been mistaken. There really was an automated system conducting one-way blocks against certain keywords.
After analyzing the data with a big-data tool he had developed himself, the young man extracted several keywords. At their core, they all pointed to one fact.
"There's antibody serum for the virus... No wonder they're suppressing the information."
The young man understood. He had hacked countless classified databases since childhood and knew that once certain secrets were exposed, they could cause enormous chaos—and might even bring about his own death.
So every time, he merely looked through them himself. Knowing was enough; he never spread them publicly.
This time was no different. Although he had uncovered the suppressed information through various technical methods, he still would not spread it—after all, no matter how skilled you were with network technology, if the harm you caused outweighed the cost of tracking you down, then if the higher-ups truly set their minds to catching you, they still could.
"Whew..."
The young man leaned back in his chair, a satisfied