Miniature Cyberspace

Damn it, you guys don't play by the rules!

Given the classic villainous organization's style of being invincible as a group but insisting on one-on-one battles, shouldn't you all come one by one?

First, one or two hackers would come and entangle us for a while, then one or two helpers would come to sporadically attack us, then we would sneak up on their hideout and bomb them, and finally we would have a boss battle. After a fierce battle, they would be persuaded by words and commit suicide.

This is the kind of style you guys should have!

Why did they start with a royal flush?

They don't play by the rules!

If people like you were in a novel, the protagonist wouldn't even survive three chapters.

For some reason, the senior engineer's urge to complain suddenly surged.

The encrypted node to which the two teleported via hyperlink did indeed match the style of a "villain's lair".

The blood-red data stream cascaded down the cliff like a waterfall.

With the keen senses of an experienced driver, the senior engineer detected a strong scent of underlying code—an electronic sensation that transcended the senses and was deeply ingrained in his mind.

This feeling is incredibly mysterious, a hundred times more wonderful than a sudden chill running down your spine.

"So, the Akatsuki—I mean, the Holy City Organization—has already deduced all the information technology in cyberspace? Impressive!"

Although, in the senior engineer's view, cyberspace is not a particularly advanced method.

After all, in the universe, there are also super information networks that span galaxies and even black holes, such as dimensional networks and spacetime super tunnels.

Some information civilizations and Zerg civilizations are even born with cyberspace.

However, this is based on the perspective of a Level 6 civilization master.

In fact, even among Level 3 civilizations, very few, if any, can replicate the cyber network.

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After all, there are just too many technical requirements involved.

But just like the mobile ecosystem, cyber networks can't simply be built like an "Android system"; you need to be able to get all the major apps into your ecosystem.

In this respect, hackers are powerless.

However, with such a 'mini cyber network,' at least cyber killers won't be able to find us.

Furthermore, this ecosystem provides a terrifying boost to hackers; once it develops, it can rival even the corporate will of large companies.

The senior engineer looked enlightened.

He finally understood how this world's number one hacker had gathered ten top-notch hackers to form the "Arhats of the Clan."

Ideology is one thing, interests are another.

Compared to the senior engineer's surprise, Bird of Paradise was much calmer. After all, he was very familiar with the members of the Holy City Organization, and it wasn't like she hadn't been here before.

As the two walked forward, between the waterfalls were electronic altars, which functioned similarly to apps or traffic portals on ancient mobile phones.

"You little brat, stealing data from cyberspace! I'm reporting you!"

The senior engineer stared at an altar, on which a viscous black substance was constantly accumulating. At the edge of the altar, a figure was squatting on it, swallowing the black substance in large gulps, and making strange groans that sounded like both crying and laughing.

"A hacker who devours the dark side of one's personality, a nightmare, huh?"

"The cyber race, completely corrupted."

The senior engineer remembered the names and abilities of these eleven Arhats very clearly.

Although there are many more exaggerated existences in the universe, for men, their first time still has a profound impact.

Back then, the story of the 11 Arhats overthrowing the Aragaka Tower was a major event that shocked the entire Machine Rift Star player community.

Soon, the senior engineer saw another electronic altar.

On that altar was a "hyperlink bridge," like a bridge of helplessness made of code, with eerie winds blowing and viruses roaming on it.

Every "death personality" who crosses the bridge mysteriously disappears.

Some "dead personalities" suddenly awoke, looked around in panic, and then tried to escape, but were immediately grabbed and pulled back by various viral arms.

"This method of feeding a virus with personality—is this some kind of piecing-to-order approach?"

The senior engineer was certain that if they continued to "farm experience" like this, it wouldn't be long before all the hackers in the Holy City organization reached level 60 and became information beings.

On this planet, achieving an individual's information leap is the ultimate pursuit of every hacker.

However, simply grinding for experience might have side effects.

The senior engineer squinted, staring at the figure on an electronic altar—Tyria.

Or rather, one of Tyria's clones.

The aura emanating from the other party was not much weaker than that of the Bird of Paradise, but in terms of purity, it was far inferior to that of the Bird of Paradise, which ascended through its own will.

Perhaps the other party brought the two of them in to show off their technical skills.

But this was clearly a bad move.

For seasoned veterans, a single glance is enough to tell what color the other person's underwear is—cough cough, giveaway.

While this radical approach to achieving a leap in civilizational standing may be effective in the short term, it is highly problematic in the long run.

The senior engineer immediately understood why the other party was reviving the "ancient evil gods" all over the world.

Fighting poison with poison, huh?

After walking for about five minutes, the senior engineer arrived at the core of this encrypted node, in front of a huge square table, surrounded by white pillars that stretched into the sky, their surfaces covered with various strange religious codes.

On the high-backed chairs, figures looked down at the two of them with indifference, like gods.

"Why did the art style suddenly switch from the Akatsuki organization to the Tarot Club? Are you all traitors too?"

Tyria, Electronic Dream, Super Engineer, Nightmare, Mr. Patchwork, and another unfamiliar face that the senior engineer didn't recognize.

Of the eleven Arhats, a total of six appeared.

If that unfamiliar face is also one of the future Arhats.

Bird of Paradise was clearly unhappy with this overhead view. With a cold snort, the next moment, a raging code flame began to burn the entire hall. Although it was quickly devoured by the underlying code, when the 'concentration' of the flame began to rise and transformed into an information flame, even the underlying code of cyberspace could not completely digest this top-level technique of a second-tier hacker. Cracks began to appear on the ground, and countless complex codes intertwined like 'lotus threads'.

The senior engineer didn't mind the condescending gaze, since he was often looked down upon by wealthy women in that manner.

However, in order to show his manly side, he resolutely stepped forward and hid behind the bird of paradise.

So many monsters, it's terrifying, rich woman love to love.

As another masked man and the number one hacker on the planet of Machine Rift, Tyria slowly stood up from the high-backed chair.

The next moment, all the white pillars shone with golden light, a light that was a high-density data stream formed by religious codes.

Wherever the data flowed, all cracks were smoothed out, and the light forced the flames of information out of the 'application'.

The bird of paradise's eyes blazed with fire, and a huge bird shadow could be vaguely seen on its back. In an instant, the entire data structure of the encrypted node seemed to be ignited.

However, as the golden light gradually spread, what was suppressed was the Bird of Paradise, a level 60 information life form.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a bigwig in the Holy City Organization, his mastery of religious code is so strong. However, in my memory, the core processing units of religious code are highly centralized, which also means that in terms of computing architecture, they are not stable and can be easily segmented and exploited."

"This is why they cannot form a computing power revolution on their own. They must achieve a surge in computing power through chips after the Industrial Revolution in order to complete supercomputing."

"What's the use of having a virtual machine if there's no computer?"

As a top hacker, the senior engineer's few words were enough to catch Bird of Paradise's eye.

The next moment, the information flames did not fight against the golden light, but instead formed a knife-shaped data structure, which was embedded in the golden light formed by the code.

With each cut, numerous cracks oozed from the golden light.

It is indeed much more unstable than ordinary simulation code.

Just like the same words used on an ordinary person and a mentally ill person, the level of stimulation is completely different.

The two stood up; they were Nightmare and Mr. Piecework, while Super Engineer and Electronic Dream quickly stopped them.

When they take the field, the nature of the game changes.

"Hey, how dare you lay a hand on our leader? Don't underestimate our organization."

Suddenly, the unfamiliar face jumped out, and with a wave of his hand covered in hacker chips, hundreds of attack methods came crashing down on him: Trojans, viruses, address attackers, personality attackers, mind swapping, and illegal malicious software.

This time, the senior engineer couldn't ignore it. Although he was only a level 10 hacker, he still knew a lot about using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

All hacker characteristics were activated. After chewing twice, the mouth opened and spat out countless tiny bubbles. Each bubble was a man-made IP address, and each bubble was matched with an attack method. The attacker quickly enveloped them and transferred them into the flames.

The next moment, the bubble burst, and under the scorching heat of the information flames, these hacking weapons were burned into files of various formats, then disintegrated a second time, becoming obsolete code.

Bird of Paradise's expression turned cold. With a wave of its hand, thousands upon thousands of Flamebirds, which had been hacked into the mini-program, were created and surged towards the opponent.

The stranger panicked and quickly unleashed the full power of the chip, unleashing countless hacking skills.

The other party blocked the mini-program, but not the senior engineer's methods. IP bubbles suddenly spewed out from the flames, covering the other party's face. As if suffocating, the other party's body flipped over and fell to the ground. Streams of data sprayed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his facial features visibly distorted and shrank.

"What the hell is that?!"

The unfamiliar face's hands transformed into data, and with a sudden tear, a piece of human skin ripped open, revealing another unfamiliar face.

Another tear, another unfamiliar face.

Not only in appearance, but the other person's personality has also been impacted by numerous virtual personalities.

A flood of unfamiliar memories rushed in, trying to replace him.

The senior engineer gave away all the unused human brain IPs he had in the "Fugitive Game" to the other party for free.

"Aaaaaaahh..."