'Director Zhang' walked across the intricate data network. Under the illumination, neural signals and optical fibers twisted together, forming rope bridges. Wherever he passed, whether virus plug-ins, firewalls, or consciousness plug-ins, all pierced straight through the code layer.
The light of that paper lantern seemed to be some kind of 'data guidance,' freely assembling data according to 'Director Zhang's' consciousness.
This was ministerial-level authority!
The ministers of the six departments of the Mother City were no weaker than the 'Great Data Concept Entity' in terms of cyberspace management authority alone.
Soon, he arrived outside the virtual city that had been hacked.
Every 'Great Data Concept Entity' had some kind of data anomaly. It might be a pitch-black maze of complex pipes, a dense swarm of network spiders, or even a virtual woman.
But the form of this 'Transmigrator System' was a blurry humanoid figure, covered in 'must-have items for transmigrators.' They might be certain symbols, certain wrist cords, or certain pieces of equipment. These 'transmigrator items' kept jumping. Every time one jumped, it gifted the other party a system effect, such as a 'maxed-out level 90 faction limit,' 'constantly rising basic attribute points,' or a 'randomly enhanced bloodline,' among other things.
This caused the other party's aura to rise wildly. After all, anything produced by a system was bound to be top quality.
The six departments had once sent a large number of network experts, who had directly followed the network cables to attack it. Their levels were generally those of Tier Three information-type players, but, unexpectedly, they suffered a crushing defeat.
There was nothing they could do. The enemy had cheats—and more than one kind.
"You actually came alone? That was somewhat beyond my expectations."
The 'Transmigrator System' stared at 'Director Zhang' with its captivating eyes, its expression playful.