Gao Gong had hardly ever truly used the "Information Matrix," not only because the thing was far too dangerous.
It was also indiscriminate between friend and foe.
So even when facing some extremely dangerous enemies, Gao Gong had never considered directly contaminating them.
But conversely, precisely because this thing belonged to the "cosmic cesspit," he only had to worry about contaminating others. At least until their rank surpassed its own, no one else could possibly contaminate it.
Thus, as long as the "Information Matrix" did not awaken, this thing was an even more useful "consciousness anchor" than the system.
This time, however, because the situation was special, he had rarely entered "100% Information Matrix Mode."
Even the half suppressed by the "Deep Web Lady" had merged with him completely within a short time.
This was also Gao Gong's first time entering this mode.
It was also his first time perceiving all things from the perspective of the "Information Matrix."
It had no "self," yet devoured all selves.
It did not think, yet contained the remnants of billions upon billions of thoughts.
It did not feel, yet chewed over the afterglow of every wisp of emotion. It was the abyss of information, the graveyard of memories, the furnace of concepts—all existence that flowed into it was dismantled, reorganized, and spat back out as meaningless noise and ordered chaos.
It did not yearn to understand, because understanding implied boundaries, and it rejected boundaries. It did not pursue purpose, because purpose implied an ending, while it merely "existed"—a pure medium, an eternal flow. It did not rage, rejoice, or fear, because it had long since dissolved the vessels of those emotions. It simply "was," simply "flowed," simply "changed."
*No wonder you're more sinister than the Cosmic Evil Gods. So you're an information-type