G Haonan

"Unexpected, yet perfectly logical."

The resurrection of the ancient religious code collection, the virtual machine, and the Spider Goddess, is of course something that can only be done when the machine code is too busy.

And now is such a critical juncture.

The problem is, the machine technicians can't spare the time, and the senior engineers aren't exactly free either.

His physical body is supporting the player, his mechanical form is on its way, and his consciousness, aided by his younger sister, is battling the corporate will in cyberspace.

The Spider Woman clone he hacked was responsible for extracting the players' computing power and condensing it into virus big data.

As the 'murmurs' in the air rose higher and higher, and even strange patterns appeared faintly on the walls, the 'Seventh Spider Woman' knew that she had no choice but to go.

"Actually, it's fine. The Holy City Organization is definitely up to no good by activating the virtual machine at this time. They might be planning to benefit from the conflict between the two sides."

The Seventh Spider Woman closed her eyes, and data overflowed from her body, condensing into spiders that crawled into cyberspace along the data stream.

On the large abdomen of each spider, there is a special "reptile symbol," which is the mark of the deep web weaver.

The Deep Web Weavers may seem like a cult or a Cthulhu mythos, but they are actually quite easy to understand.

Two or three keywords are enough to summarize its true identity.

Torrent links, magnet links, BT download links.

Experienced drivers will immediately understand what this thing does.

So, in jargon, a deep web weaver is an underground tool specifically designed to collect unorthodox 'format files'.

Once these "files" reached a certain size, the "Deep Web Weavers" decided to create their own "cloud storage".

This process naturally required the help of an 82-year veteran programmer, so they hired two members of the Holy City organization at great expense.

Add some cyberpunk elements, some religious packaging, and some fan economy.

This is the essence of the Spider Goddess's resurrection.

Nine spider women, nine leaders, from first to ninth, are actually just nine fan leaders.

Each fan leader controls multiple groups, and each group contains a large number of "hidden files".

At this point, the documents needed to be compiled, and so the Seventh Spider Woman arrived.

At this point, the machine agent was completely too busy to suppress the cyber network of the City That Never Sleeps.

So when the Spider Woman went online, she saw all sorts of web crawlers crawling out from various hidden resources and files, each crawling in one direction.

That place is the "seed resource bank" of the deep web weavers, also known as the "forbidden zone".

With a thought, the Seventh Spider Woman unleashed her 'resources,' which were crawled out by the spider and flowed in one direction.

"Where have you been these past few days?"

A giant spider made of magnetic links suddenly jumped out, looking at her with displeasure. Each of its compound eyes reflected a malicious software.

This is the second Spider Woman, a top-ranking and powerful member among the Deep Web Weavers.

"No need for you to worry," said the Seventh Spider Woman.

"Don't cause me any trouble at this juncture!" The Second Spider Woman remained blocking her path, her mouth brimming with data viruses as she threatened, "Perhaps you can hand over your share of 'divinity' to me, and I'll safeguard it for you."...

As she spoke, countless spiders and crawlers began to appear all around, extending malicious code toward the 'Seventh Spider Woman'.

This behavior clearly indicated that the other party had been prepared for it.

"Divinity," also known as the "Sign of the Goddess," is the inheritance passed down through each generation of Spider Women.

In ancient times, this thing had another name: "Decompression code".

The Seventh Spider Woman remained silent for a while, seemingly struggling with her decision. After a long pause, she finally made up her mind.

"From now on, I'll have to trouble my second sister to take care of me."

She obediently handed over the 'decompression code'.

"Hahaha," the second spider woman was very happy. The more resources she offered, the more benefits she would receive after the "goddess" was resurrected.

"I will never forget your help, Seventh Sister."

The Seventh Spider Woman remained silent, following behind the other party as if she were completely subservient to him.

However, upon entering the "resource repository," the situation was different from what the Second Spider Woman had anticipated. She did not sense the magnificent aura of the "Spider Goddess." Instead, all kinds of resources vanished without a trace, as if they had disappeared into thin air.

Within a data node, a massive "spider program" collapsed, its belly ripped open, and spider eggs scattered across the ground—countless discarded format files.

"Fourth Sister!"

The second spider woman's eyes were flashing everywhere. Was it the other sisters who did it, or—the goddess?

Soon, they met the fifth and eighth Spider Women. One had all her body data drained by the magnetic connection, while the other was overwhelmed by all sorts of data packets, causing her to crash.

"Back up the system!"

The 'Seventh Spider Woman,' who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

"What do you mean?" the Second Spider Woman asked in surprise.

"Someone not only resurrected the 'Spider Goddess,' but also used the power of the 'Spider Goddess' to mirror a second, third, and fourth 'Goddess,' which is known as a 'virtual machine clone.'"

"These image systems are normally independent of each other. Even if one virtual machine crashes, it will not affect the other virtual machines. However, someone has secretly created a backdoor, so once one virtual machine crashes, it will cause a chain reaction."

"And this back door is 'divinity'!"

The Seventh Spider Woman took a few steps back and looked coldly at the Second Spider Woman.

The next moment, all the spiders frantically crawled towards each other, and various resources began to 'automatically download'.

Two 'decompression codes' were automatically opened, and the crawled data was decompressed rapidly.

"No, no, get out of my way!"

The various malicious software on the second Spider Woman immediately activated, destroying resources one by one, but a large amount of resources would still be poured into her body, with data turbulence gushing out from each of her fist-sized spider eyes.

Ultimately, each piece of malware was filled with a large amount of resources, and the second Spider Woman was forcibly dissolved into source code.

Then, her body slowly sank.

The Seventh Spider Woman shook her head.

"If you want to build a system, hire a proper programmer. Hiring a hacker is just asking for trouble."

The ground disappeared, and a giant sphere, about half the size of the Santo Domingo district, appeared before the Seventh Spider Woman.

This spider ball is composed of countless 'crawling spiders,' and religious code spills out as the spiders move erratically...

Among them, several oversized 'reptilian spiders' were still struggling; these were still alive 'spider women,' but they obviously wouldn't last much longer.

"Divinity, to put it bluntly, is just root privileges, right? Two 'super administrators'."

The spider ball slowly opened, revealing two figures.

Nightmare, Mr. Patchwork.

However, both of their bodies are entirely composed of "web crawlers".

Countless spiders looked up, revealing Mr. Piece's face, who laughed and said, "It's not that simple. Deciphering the religious code took us quite a bit of effort."

"Special IP detected. This hacking style... it's you, prototype!" Nightmare's unique hoarse voice rang out.

The seventh spider woman, no, the senior engineer laughed:

"Let me guess again. After cracking the religious code, you started secretly building virtual machines. But while it's easy to create a 'virtual machine image,' it's quite difficult to make it completely undetectable."

"So, you borrowed Unreal Engine's servers, right?"

"You're like spy within a spy, aren't you?"

"Hackers sometimes also work as 'industrial spies' on the side," Mr. Piece chuckled. "What difference does it make who you work for, don't you think?"

"That makes sense," the senior engineer shrugged. "Congratulations on successfully flashing the firmware. I'll head out now?"

"I'm afraid it's not that easy," Mr. Piece said grimly. "Last time, when Sister Bird of Paradise attacked us, wasn't it you who orchestrated it behind the scenes?"

"Of course, considering your relationship with your eldest sister, we naturally won't hold it against you, but if we don't, it's hard to say what others might think."

"After all, we're just working for someone else, what do you think, boss?"

A spider drooped down, its head slowly turning to reveal a human head wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Hugh Laurie

"We meet again, Mr. Hacker."

"How many virtual personalities have you had, Mr. President?" the senior engineer exclaimed. "Should I praise your cunning, or should I say you're truly a monster?"

"Presumably, this agreement includes using the 'Spider Goddess' to hack into the machine's data center."

"You're so mean!"

Hugh Laurie revealed a refined yet monstrous smile. The next moment, the mountain-sized "spider sphere" collapsed, and swarms of spider crawlers rushed towards the engineer.

The senior engineer took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he ran away.

However, the next moment, one 'data spider' after another fell from the 'Seventh Spider Woman's' body, and with each spider that fell, the Spider Woman's figure dimmed a little.

Regardless of the type of hacker, it all starts with "information exchange".

However, religious-style hacking can remotely convert data, making it more difficult to defend against than ordinary password-stealing, remote control, or Trojan horse attacks.

It was launched almost without any warning.

"Daisy is a bit slow. If the opponent gets there first and hacks into the machine's 'data hub,' this game will be in serious trouble."

Meanwhile, Daisy, who was being talked about by the senior engineer, had already invaded the territory of the Deep Web Weavers.

A powerful being who has achieved carbon-based fusion possesses personal attributes equivalent to a level 40 or 50 elite from the main city, making them akin to a near-disruptive force in the Mechanical City map.

With the internal map given to her by the senior engineer, the "Seventh Spider Woman," she was practically unstoppable.

She quickly stormed into the underground factory in the Santo Domingo district.

"Is this... a human manufacturing factory?"

Looking at the strangely shaped people in front of her, Daisy had a strong sense of déjà vu.

Professor Han's laboratory looks like this, except that what's soaking in the culture chamber is a radioactive beast.

As a native of the planet Crack, I didn't really feel anything about this kind of experiment, because human experimentation was legal at the Cyber Test Site.

What surprised her was that every living person here had a very round head and body, and extremely small limbs, making them look like human-shaped gourds, or spider-like people.

Daisy then realized where her strong sense of déjà vu came from.

"It really is a spider."

Daisy shook her head and quickly moved between the nutrient tanks. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that in addition to the experimental personnel, there were also members of the Deep Web Weavers soaking in the nutrient tanks.

Those gloomy, strange women with implants stuck in their heads.

At this moment, they lay inside, trembling and foaming at the mouth.

Using her spider-like senses, Daisy discovered that the chemical composition of these people was undergoing drastic changes.

"A backlash against the fan economy?"

The boss said this, and at the time she even asked what "fans" were.

The boss replied, "If it's pink and silky, then it's not a fan."

"I don't understand."

Using the spider web, Daisy dodged through the defense nodes and inserted 'memory chips' into the data processor.

According to the boss, these memory chips were purchased from the "Deep Web Weavers" and are now being reused and returned to their rightful owner.

As for what was stored in the chip, the boss didn't say, but she could roughly guess that it was nothing more than a 'virus' or something similar.

But can a virus alone take down a large gang?

Daisy hinted at her doubts.

Aren't deep web weavers just major creators of viruses?

"Done!"

As the last chip was inserted, Daisy deftly flipped over, stepping onto invisible silk threads, and floated in mid-air.

"So, what will happen?"

Nothing happened.

However, the next moment, Daisy's hair stood on end.

Tens of thousands of holographic projections popped up all at once.

It's all her!

She as a child, as a teenager, and in the Iron Sand Desert.

Some of her experiences she had forgotten, yet her experiences appeared on the projection like a third-person movie.

"Dee... Sila?" an electronic voice announced.

"Who are you?!"

"Who am I... I am you... and I am everyone else."

"Everyone's memories are my memories."

"All the simulated data of others is my data."

"I am..."

"I am--"

In cyberspace, the data of the "Seventh Spider Woman" has been almost completely scraped by the "Spider Crawler".

As it turns out, even with the high-level engineer's amazing skills, relying solely on the Seventh Spider Woman's abilities wouldn't last long.

"Prototype, we will not just destroy this one IP clone of yours."

"In fact, we are quite interested in your ability to create IPs like crazy."

"Mr. G, facts have proven that you can't fight against a company."

"You will become a legend in the city that never sleeps, but that will be all."

The Seventh Spider Woman gave a strained smile, spitting out a reptilian spider as she spoke, word by word:

"My MRG has gotten this far thanks to three things: being ruthless, loyal, and having lots of rich women!"

"You can take the first two as me bragging, but the third one, do you think I'm joking?"

In reality, everyone looked up and saw that the dark clouds in the sky had disappeared, replaced by an endless ocean of data.

"Web spider? Web crawler? Let me show you what a real engine, the mother of data, and cybernetic Baidu are!"

"Welcome back, Sister Elisa!"