Cyberpunk Hacker Monster

Switching to Cyber Hacker and re-entering cyberspace feels completely different.

Sensory data operates more smoothly, shaping is faster, and consciousness is clearer.

This is mainly due to a professional skill – the electronic hacker's handbook.

Electronic Hacker's Handbook:

Level 1: Through hacker training, develop a series of sensory systems including hearing, vision, touch, taste, and smell, and integrate them with connected devices to enhance input and output.

Level 5: Able to distinguish the data nodes needed from the flood of sensory data, and master this touch world composed of buttons and switches through code.

The most important function of the level 5 electronic hacker's manual is actually to allow users to choose their "descent location".

Just like a game save file, in cyberspace, he can selectively descend upon any place he has been before.

The senior engineer appeared on the remnants of the 'metaverse'.

The "metaverse" has become a bridge that has broken in two across the river, with the middle part inserted into the sea of data. The broken bridge piers float on the sea, and the cracked part is an embedded code structure.

A torrential downpour of data rained down from the sky, the water level rising higher and higher, with giant waves of data crashing in every now and then, spewing out countless program comments at their highest point.

The two things programmers hate most are writing comments themselves and others not writing comments.

These 'program comments' exploded in mid-air, turning into waves of data. I wonder how many programmers will be looking at this messy code tomorrow, their heads spinning with headaches.

He dipped his hand into the puddle and stirred it, then used his professional skill "Simulated Data Programming." After five seconds of data generation, he exerted force with his palm and gently pulled out a large black umbrella.

The stunningly handsome young man, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding an umbrella, resembled a delicate flower battered by the wind and rain, making him exceptionally pitiful.

The senior engineer walked ashore, where Black Code was squatting on the ground, looking utterly bored.

"Where's Sister G?"

Black Code raised his chin. On the road, trucks that had become part of the regional network were overturned, telephone poles that had become signal base stations were kicked in two, and even the AI stray cat that was passing by was brutally shot in the head.

The senior engineer walked along the information superhighway and got onto the overpass.

On the road, vehicles of all sorts of strange shapes appear from time to time.

In reality, they could be news websites, virtual communities, data transmitters, or servers.

But clearly, this path is blocked.

Explosions could be heard intermittently in the center of the overpass.

"A lot of websites will be inaccessible today," the senior engineer muttered to himself.

In the middle of the overpass, a girl covered in tattoos is wielding a pink machine gun, mowing down oncoming vehicles.

The ammunition belt transformed into a beam of light, causing explosions wherever it passed.

Beneath her feet lay a mountain of robot wreckage, which also had a name in reality.

Antivirus software.

Amidst the raging wind and rain, gunshots rang out like thunder.

Gaokesi was in a frenzy, and the rain washed away her eyeshadow, turning her beautiful braids into a feather duster.

Her anger was so intense it could set the rain trough on fire!

The rain on her head suddenly disappeared.

Gaokesi turned her head in surprise and saw a stunningly handsome young man holding an umbrella over her and smiling at her.

Gaokesi stared blankly at the other person, tears streaming down his face without him even realizing it.

The machine gun had been dropped at some point, and the tattooed girl suddenly cried out "Wow!" and hugged the other person tightly.

"The old woman is gone, she's gone, waaaaah..."

The senior engineer folded his umbrella, letting the data raindrops fall. Each drop of rain was, in fact, a memory, a feeling.

"Elisa is not dead."

The senior engineer was full of confidence, facing the black code and Gaokesi.

"Are you sure?" Blackcode asked seriously.

"Yeah, the new search engine doesn't have as many embedded GGs, I've confirmed that in real life."

The senior engineer laughed and said, "Don't worry, Elisa's original body is currently breaking down into countless data crawlers to reabsorb data in order to restore her human form."

"What you said makes sense," Blackcode murmured. "If she were really dead, we wouldn't be able to escape the metaverse."

"So what should we do now?" Gaokesi asked sullenly.

"The reason why the mother of data can't beat the pipeline dominance is not because simulated data is inferior to neural signals, but because there are too many data safe havens in cyberspace, resulting in a large amount of valuable business data being monopolized by vampires like enterprises."

"If we want to speed up Elisa's resurrection, the only thing we can do is break the shackles of these data ports, release this secret data, and cause search engine searches to skyrocket."

"That's true," Black Code slammed his hand down. "With the total amount of data increased, the old woman can be resurrected faster, right?"

Gaokesi suddenly stood up, her almond-shaped eyes widening sharply, the blood vessels in her eyes increasing. She grabbed the engineer's shoulder and revealed a murderous smile.

"Hey, little pet, which one should we attack first?"

The Rich Lady Aiai Prototype revealed a playful smile.

"I happen to know of such a place."

As dawn broke, the senior engineer got up, removed the electrode pads from his temples, stretched his neck, and prepared to go upstairs to check on his adopted sister.

Upon entering the room, the senior engineer suddenly frowned. The bed was empty; there was only a note.

"I'm off to work. Breakfast's in the fridge, remember to eat it."

The senior engineer tilted his head, and the next moment, large chunks of flesh bulged up on the walls, the door, and the ground, veins bulged, and nerve bundles, like spider webs, covered the small house completely.

"How could it escape? Is it an informational life form? A conceptual life form? Or an ontological data form?"

"Or perhaps, Gao Yuanyuan, who followed me yesterday, doesn't actually exist?"

The senior engineer couldn't understand how the other party had left.

Advanced information life forms can indeed appear on planets one by one.

But that's at least after level 90.

She's just a girl from a lowly planet.

The senior engineer considered the three options given in the task.

"Escape, destroy, report."

"Report?"

"Gaokesi, Gao Yuanyuan, a hybrid AI experimental subject—were they created to fight against the Mother City?"

"Why did Elisa tell me to resolve Gao Yuanyuan's situation in reality as soon as possible before she disappeared? Was it because if I didn't resolve it now, I wouldn't be able to resolve it in the future?"

"Once a certain stage is reached, will the two personalities end up with one devouring the other?"

Even after Ah Hong appeared at the shop entrance, the senior engineer still couldn't figure it out.

"Why do you have such a long face?" Ah Hong said casually. Pink-haired Aidolu also appeared as she entered, waving a friendly wave at the senior engineer.

"Where's the stuff?" the senior engineer asked irritably.

"Hehe, I've brought you all the best stuff, the kind you can only buy in our circle."

Ah Hong mysteriously pulled out several small boxes and opened them one by one.

As expected, they are all high-quality products, all of them are top-of-the-line hacker chips.

'Cybernetic Overheating', 'Electromagnetic Short Circuit', 'Remote Hacking', 'System Manipulation', 'Personality Modification', 'Memory Search', 'Emotional Slave', 'Darkening and Training'

"Uh, this is for my own use."

Seeing the senior engineer looking over, Ah Hong blushed and quickly took away 'Darkening and Training', replacing it with 'Weakness Projection'.

"By the way, without the implantation chamber, how did you install the hacker chip?"

One of the main reasons Ah Hong came in person was to see if the other party could really use hacking skills without using an implantation pod.

If such technology really exists, it would be a major breakthrough for the hacking industry!

Generally speaking, implantable implantable devices on the market will not have more than three chip slots, and top-tier implantable devices will not have more than five, and at most no more than eight. This is because the human cerebral cortex has only four regions: the frontal lobe, parietal lobe, temporal lobe, and occipital lobe. Each region can only have a maximum of two chips inserted; any more than that and the brain will not be able to handle it.

Therefore, how to combine hacker chips, how to form one's own style, whether to go for the prosthetic body demolition style or the personality intrusion style, is a very serious question.

The senior engineer glanced at the other person, said nothing, and stretched out his arm. As the muscles writhed, two rows of insertion holes appeared on the inside of his forearm.

Ah Hong was taken aback. "You're not going to put it in your head?"

"I don't need to wear a helmet. Besides, the nervous system isn't entirely in the brain."

To Ahong's astonishment, the senior engineer inserted the chips one by one into the inside of his forearm. With each chip, a violent flow of data pierced the nervous system, transforming into a wondrous combination of neuronal signals.

Without an implantation chamber, there is no limitation imposed by one. As long as the nervous system can handle it, a senior engineer could have hacker chips implanted all over his body without any problem.

The experiment concluded that with each chip inserted, the stress on the nervous system increased.

Each of the 10 sensing points is responsible for one chip.

Therefore, theoretically, the number of hacker chips that Gaogong can currently implant is 10.

Thus, a hacker monster was born.

He appeared at the entrance of the assassin's hideout on a rainy night, carrying a knife but no umbrella.

Unexpectedly, there was a long queue at the entrance.

There are also many eye-catching signs at the entrance.

"New-era killers, new-era idols"

"Murder, Body Collection, Family Condolences: The Self-Cultivation of a Killer"

"Wanted: The Debut of a Killer Duo"

"How to cultivate your own fan base, how to maintain your public image, how to televise an assassination—a seven-day crash course for the assassination alliance."

"..."

Umbrella Bro checked several times before he was sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

"Hey bro, you're here to do this too?" A handsome guy in front of him turned around and asked.

Umbrella Bro nodded.

"What did you do before?"

After thinking for a moment, Umbrella Bro said, almost as if possessed, "Home."

"Then your major is not relevant to your job."

"What's your major?"

"I'm a very good barber, and my goal is to kill bad guys and make a lot of money!"

After queuing for a full hour, and making plans with the handsome guy in front of me to have beef brisket together sometime, it was finally my turn to go out in the rain.

The three judges looked at him with scrutinizing eyes.

"Name?"

"Ah San".

"Race?"

Rainy Night, carrying a knife but no umbrella, glanced at the player panel and said, "Native."

"Gender?"

"...male."

"Special skills?"

"Special skills?"

"It's about what you're good at, what your hobbies and skills are," a middle-aged female judge said impatiently.

"Isn't an assassin just someone who kills people?" Rainy Night, carrying a knife but no umbrella, remained silent for a while before speaking.

"What kind of outdated ideas are you having? Nowadays, being an assassin requires being a jack-of-all-trades."

"I'm asking you, can you sing?"

"Won't."

"Can you dance?"

"Won't."

"If you can't sing, dance, or rap, what kind of assassin are you?!"

Faced with the judges' questions, the game's missions were incredibly difficult – like carrying a knife in the rain without an umbrella.

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