Artificial Data Migration

Civilization cannot be built by one person; individuals can only upgrade their personal military strength through bloodline and advanced technology.

But civilization is an ascension, a collective sublimation of life.

It is also the only effective solution to the chronic problems of civilization.

In the universe, the vastness of civilizations, the widening gaps between social classes, and the numerous racial ills have reached a point where there is no solution. The only way is ascension.

From the player's perspective—ascension is a bug!

A kind of dimensional reduction attack that forcibly creates game difficulty.

For example, a Level 3 civilization is already at the level where it can access the elements of ascension. The threshold for advanced professions in a Level 3 civilization is level 90, and the highest level is 120. However, there are still some level 10 and 20 scum and backward elements in the civilization.

In fact, this type of person is the most numerous in most civilizations.

However, once the ascension is completed, the third-level civilization is promoted to the fourth-level civilization, which is commonly known as the ascended civilization. Regardless of your previous level, whether you were level 0 or level 10, whether you were a cyber race abandoned by the times or a useless person who was lazy and ignorant of farming, you will be instantly promoted to the bottom line of the fourth-level civilization.

That is, level 120.

That's right. In the Ascended Civilization, even the lowest-ranking commoner is a level 120 elder.

From the players' perspective, this is practically a bug!

I worked myself to the bone, giving it my all, and in the end, I couldn't even compare to an NPC who got a good reincarnation?

The minimum requirement for a Level 4 civilization is Level 120, meaning that all members of that civilization must be at Level 120.

Similarly,

The minimum level for a Level 5 civilization member is 150.

The minimum level for a Level 6 civilization member is 180.

The minimum level for a Level 7 civilization member is 210.

The minimum level for a Level 8 civilization member is 240.

The minimum level for a Level 9 civilization member is 270.

This explosive improvement greatly suppressed the destructive power of players as the "Fourth Calamity".

After all, no matter how "common" someone is, they can still crush you just by their level.

The later the game goes, the more terrifying the attribute increases become as you level up.

Of course, there aren't many advanced civilizations in the universe.

In fact, 99% of civilizations are stuck at the ascension stage.

After ascension, 99% of civilizations will be stuck in the next ascension stage.

By extension, on a cosmic scale, the number of advanced civilizations is actually very small.

After all, the Hall of Eternal Order of the Council of Civilization only has a little over a hundred chairs.

I, Gao, am the owner of one of these chairs.

Similarly, he was the only player representative—although no one knew his player identity until before he traveled through time.

The construction of civilization is not something that can be accomplished overnight, nor is it something that can be done by one person alone.

A top-tier hacker on a planetary scale is actually quite compatible with the path he took in his previous life, which led to a super-brain civilization.

Therefore, the senior engineer extended an olive branch to Bird of Paradise.

Bird of Paradise did not immediately agree.

She was well aware of the importance of this invitation. Cooperation was one thing, but once she got on the other party's technological ladder, there was no going back.

She's not like Gao Yuanyuan. Gao Xiaomei is an ordinary person, and her vision is far less advanced than that of a top hacker. Plus, the hackers have all been squeezed out, so her personality has a bit of a naive and innocent element.

In fact, a major reason she stayed on this planet instead of going to an alien colony or the asteroid belt was that she wanted to try her luck at the cyber test site and see if she could find a breakthrough.

Hacking breakthroughs differ from other professions. Other professions focus more on building hardware, while hacking is more like "version updates" of software.

She needs to spend a considerable amount of time figuring out which version is the best.

Mr. Patchwork and Nightmare set off once again. Through the Holy City Organization's "small cyberspace," the two were directly transferred to the abdomen of the "Spider Goddess." After the data underwent two digestions and regenerations, the possibility of being tracked by others was basically eliminated.

Especially in the second reincarnation, the process was not through cyber networks, but through gene replication.

With two cracking sounds from the spider eggs, two spider sons emerged from the viscous liquid.

"No matter how many times I experience it, this feeling is still utterly disgusting!"

Mr. Piece looked at the liquid all over his body with disgust, his tongue wriggling in his mouth, and finally pulled out a bloody, mangled spider silk.

"What the heck is this?"

"Your umbilical cord," Nightmare said coldly.

"Ugh~~"

Soon, a group of spider maids surrounded them, wiping their bodies and changing their clothes.

Many people know that the Deep Web Weavers are the only gang with close ties to cyberspace. Their trading partners include advanced AI, viruses, and consciousness clones. They are the masters of the underground market.

But almost no one knows that, compared to their hacking techniques, their human-spider hybridization technology is their trump card.

Even less known is that two thousand meters underground in the City That Never Sleeps, a massive genetic modification factory, with all sorts of node channels, has already covered half of the state of Santo Domingo.

Half-human, half-spider; steel spider; spider lady; spider with a human head—if Daisy were here, she would surely recognize many of her kind.

"You've arrived."

The seventh Spider Woman, a girl with a cold and aloof demeanor, walked over. She was very different from the other spider modifiers. She had no extra parts in her hands and feet. The only difference between her and a normal person was that she had three pairs of red compound eyes on her forehead.

When her red eyes were fixed on the two of them, both Cyber Hacker simultaneously felt an evil spirit spreading towards them.

This is a person with powerful mental abilities.

"Don't be so aloof," Mr. Piece said with a grin. "I brought something really good with me this time."

He stretched out his hand, and a black data spider took shape in his palm. A divine aura unique to the Spider Goddess overflowed, and a crawling sound rang out. All the genetically modified spiders hidden in the darkness were frightened away by this aura.

"Ninth Sister's Lost Holy Seal!"

The Seventh Spider Woman's expression changed, and a flash of red light appeared on her three pairs of red spider eyes. The next moment, the data spider teleported directly into her palm.

"Xiao Qi, your abilities have improved again. It seems that the goddess's revival is not far away."

Seeing this, the two hackers exchanged a glance. Each Spider Woman possesses unique abilities, and this Seventh Spider Woman's forte is the rare ability of data migration.

It's a pity that if this ability were given to a hacker, the power they could unleash would be a hundred times greater than that of the attacker.

"Hehe, don't you trust our Holy City Organization to handle things? We said we'd bring back the Holy Seal, and we brought it back."...

Mr. Piece-together grinned and boasted.

The Seventh Spider Woman gave the two of them a cold look, then turned and left.

There is a consensus among the upper echelons of the deep web weavers that these hackers are definitely up to no good.

But to resurrect the Spider Goddess, they must rewrite the code.

Only religious codes that conform to the standards of this era can allow the goddess to be resurrected in cyberspace.

From a hacker's perspective, this resurrection is essentially the re-creation of an ancient virtual machine that relies on a "cyber network".

The two followed behind the Seventh Spider Woman until they reached the restricted area, where they were stopped.

Watching the Seventh Spider Woman's disappearing figure, Mr. Piecework shrugged:

"We wrote the code, we retrieved the operating system fragments, but they won't let us use the computer. Isn't that absurd?"

"Don't underestimate the ancient virtual machine," Nightmare's hoarse voice rang out.

"The essence of religion is a virtual machine that is detached from hardware control; the human brain is merely an interface, not a distributed server."

"This also means that this information processing mode is so extreme that it requires modifications to the underlying layers of the human brain."

"How can you be so sure that our brain processing systems weren't modified when we rewrote the religious code?"

"No way," Mr. Piecework exclaimed in surprise, "You mean, this code also has virus properties?"

"Religious codes can have an irresistible effect on the senses, much like psychotropic drugs. I'm just reminding you not to fall into their trap."

"After all, your slicing skills are most effectively countered by this method."

"That's true," Mr. Piecework muttered to himself, then suddenly looked at the other person suspiciously and said, "When did you learn to care about people?"

"The ravings of religious believers are like uncommented code, exactly like your level of coding. You might have already been converted by them."

"If you're just crazy, that's fine, but if you die, I'll have to continue writing in your mountain of code. I'm not willing to suffer that kind of pain," Nightmare said coldly.

"Holy crap, you actually look down on my coding skills?! I'm furious!"

As the two were arguing, the Seventh Spider Woman emerged from the forbidden area once more, her tone slightly softened. "Gentlemen, the First Spider Woman is waiting for you."

"Tsk tsk, finally I can play on the computer, although I'm not really interested in these kinds of ancient toys."

"Huh? Aren't you going in?"

Looking at the motionless Seventh Spider Woman, Mr. Piecework asked curiously.

"There are only the First Spider Woman and the previous generation's Grand Elder inside. I am not qualified to go in," the Seventh Spider Woman said coldly.

"Ha, so you don't have enough authority either."

Mr. Piece chuckled and swaggered inside with Nightmare.

As for the Seventh Spider Woman, she gave the two of them a deep look before disappearing into the darkness once more.

Every deep web weaver has two strongholds, one on the network level and one in the real world.

However, with the Machine Generations blocking cyberspace and turning the entire City of Nightless City network into a local area network, the Deep Web Weavers only had one stronghold left.

Before the Spider Goddess is resurrected, the authority of the Machine Lord must not be offended.

As the spider silk was untangled by the little spiders, the Seventh Spider Woman arrived at her "Spider Cave".

This "Spider Cave" is quite rudimentary, similar to the staff dormitory on the ground floor.

It's hard to imagine that this is the residence of the Seventh Spider Woman, the leader of the Deep Web Weavers.

But for Deep Web Weavers, in the cybernetic network, they can absorb the pseudo-data of others, and in reality, they can enter a state of genetic repair through the little spiders.

The pleasure derived from these two states allowed them to completely transcend worldly enjoyment and enter a higher stage.

In a sense, deep web weavers are also a group of otaku, but a group of religious otaku with aspirations.

The seventh spider woman lay on the bed, and soon, a hissing sound rang out. A large number of palm-sized spiders crawled out from the ceiling, corners of the walls, and under the bed, crawled onto her body, bit her skin, sucked her blood and flesh, and spun a lot of silk inside her skin.

The Seventh Spider Woman's face flushed crimson, a feeling that was both like she had been drinking and like she was having too much fun playing in the virtual machine.

The Spider Goddess, or rather, the ancient Spider Cult, was not actually a folk cult of the Empire, but a sect of the Alliance. Compared to the mechanical imperial rule of the Empire, the Alliance was more loosely organized. It was formed by a series of ancient small states, with lax grassroots control. These sects were also good at opportunism, and by establishing relationships with various powerful figures in the political arena, they gradually grew stronger.

The earliest Spider Cult was said to have been composed of several drug addicts, and the Spider Goddess was a highly authentic anti-counterfeiting symbol.

However, the Seventh Spider Woman soon opened her eyes, and the spiders dispersed once again.

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Seventh Spider Woman. She sat up, her face and body covered with countless small cuts. From head to toe, almost every part of her body had been bitten and mangled, with flesh turned outwards in many places and blood seeping from them, making her look particularly frightening.

She did not enter the 'gene repair state' as usual.

Instead, I felt particularly uncomfortable.

She got out of bed and went to a mirror. The young woman in the mirror looked like she had been tortured, with only three pairs of spider eyes suspiciously examining each part of her body.

Suddenly, the Seventh Spider Woman's expression froze, as a black spider brand appeared on the back of her hand.

Holy Seal!?

How could this be!

She remembered clearly that she had personally handed the Holy Seal to the First Spider Woman.

However, at this moment, the holy seal was slowly expanding, covering the arm from the palm and then extending to other parts of the body.

A strange will extended from the shadows.

"This, this—"

The Seventh Spider Woman's expression changed, and almost without thinking, she activated her data migration ability. The next moment, the shadow disappeared.

However, on the mirror, the figure of an incredibly handsome young boy appeared, smiling slightly at her.

"Religious codes aren't just pure data; in fact, they're closer to a biological virus, the kind that spreads from person to person."

"The virus's structure is embedded deep within the brain, making it far easier to hack than other programs; the higher the level, the easier it is to infiltrate."

Goodbye, Miss Spider.

A moment later, the Seventh Spider Woman slowly straightened up, revealing Gao's signature smile.

"Not bad, data migration, it just comes in handy."

"Holy crap, what's wrong with this body? Were you abused by a rich woman too?"

Meanwhile, a massive immigrant caravan, traveling on makeshift 3D-printed trains, headed towards the city that never sleeps along the old-fashioned railway network.

If you consider the city that never sleeps and the crime capital as two data terminals, then with the migration of a large amount of human data, a new data chain begins to take shape.

"Manual data" is not important; what the machine generation really wants is the data processing system of "No Sun City".