Brain-Machine War

What's disgusting about high-level information beings is that they're like someone who's practiced a "power absorption technique."

As long as its rank is high enough, everything belongs to it.

Kinetic weapons are information, energy weapons are information, human brain thinking is information, artificial intelligence is information, and physical rules are also information.

In fact, according to legend, ninth-order information monsters are powerful enough to modify the "genesis parameters"—the so-called genesis data, which are the singularity parameters of the Big Bang.

Fortunately, in his previous life, the senior engineer had never heard of any "ninth-order information creatures".

Only by building an "information security house" can we prevent the other party from penetrating our information in every possible way.

Furthermore, the only material on this planet that can be used to build a "safe house" is actually the "firewalls" of the three planetary mainframes.

This means that the senior engineer will have to fight against the bosses of two factions at the same time.

The Tier 3 Hell-level quests in the "Newbie Village" are just that overpowered!

The game's planner—if they really exist—is at least a level 10 brain-dead idiot.

Furthermore, no one believed that the 'memory matrix' could be so terrifying.

Let alone others, even if it were the senior engineer himself, he wouldn't believe that such a monster would appear in the beginner village if he hadn't transmigrated.

Therefore, his reasoning regarding his own family was—

He was the troublemaker in the Southern Hemisphere, while his own family members were responsible for assisting the "Sacred Brain Group" to break through to the third stage as soon as possible.

As for the "virtual helmet," it was merely a reason to participate in the "Electronic Brain Project."

Now, this reasoning is somewhat untenable.

"We're on the same side," Ye Da Luoli began to appeal to emotions, "There's no need to use balancing tactics on our own people."

"The Holy Brain Group is now part of you, so what's in it for you to help them?"

The senior engineer snorted and said:

"Let's talk about that when you've completely taken control of the Holy Brain Group. Don't forget, there are some old guys in your group who really don't like you."

"I'll handle them!"

The meeting with President Ye ended unhappily.

Soon, the communicator rang again, still on an encrypted channel. The senior engineer reluctantly connected, and a huge mechanical head covered in a faceplate came closer.

"What are you doing?!" The senior engineer was startled.

The head was so big that its reflection of a holographic face almost filled the entire room.

This "big guy" was completely unaware of its size and kept trying to inch forward.

"Boss, I heard you bullied Xiao Yeye? You can't bully her!" Xiao Yu said seriously.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Hehe, boss, look!"

The "Black Emperor of the End" began to retreat, revealing a body that was over ten meters tall. From her abdomen, more than a dozen connecting lines were pulled out and inserted into the normal mechanical body of "Xiao Yu".

The short-haired girl seemed to be asleep; although she remained lifeless, she was still breathing.

"You guys are pretty efficient," the senior engineer said in surprise. "You developed the ancient Tuo Shou technique so quickly?"

This technology originated from ancient empires; it is not mecha piloting technology, but rather human-machine joint combat technology.

This technology has a unique advantage: it can fully utilize the combat capabilities of two types of mechanical beings—provided that both of your mechanical beings are strong enough.

"I feel like I'll recover soon. When that happens, I won't be Xiao Yu anymore, but the Endless Black Armor Xiao Yu!"

The girl was indeed carefree; after only a few words, she started talking about other things.

Her communicator was quickly stolen.

"Boss!"

Qin Zhenzi, a sophisticated urban professional with incredibly long black stockings, has appeared online with a seductive smile on her face.

"If you're helping someone on your side, I might consider giving you my private photo album."

"Really? What kind of boundaries are you talking about? Cough cough, I'm not that kind of person!"

The senior engineer firmly refused.

Then, her own cheap apprentice, the female mechanic Heri Wilder, also came over and said with a serious expression:

"Old man, we lost many comrades in this battle. You must live up to their expectations!"

Soon, the communicator was snatched away by the young woman again, and this old acquaintance was even less polite, immediately launching into a tirade:

"What the hell are you doing? You're our boss! You're helping outsiders instead of your own people? Are you out of your mind? If the Holy Brain Group wins, we win too. What's in it for you to help outsiders? I'll poke your eyeballs out with one finger, you believe me!"

The communicator was snatched away by General Quill again. The bald female general said sternly:

"Boss, tell me the coordinates of those 30 consortium bases, and I guarantee I'll take care of them within a day."

In Cyberworld, NPCs are quite intelligent, even more so than players. Without a compelling reason to convince them, they might not listen to you. Especially during that "super war," everyone had sacrificed a lot and was on the verge of conquering the planet. But at this crucial moment, some idiot suddenly jumped out and said, "Why don't we stop here?"

If this idiot weren't their leader, Senior Engineer could guarantee these guys would have beaten him to a pulp.

"Tsk tsk, Ye the little loli has gotten smarter. She knows that brute force won't work, so she's focusing on camaraderie now."

The senior engineer clicked his tongue in admiration, realizing that this was indeed a difficult situation to handle, as it would damage his reputation if he tried to suppress it.

But if you tell them that in the not-too-distant future, in less than six months, a super cosmic monster will invade this planet and crash all three planetary mainframes, no one will believe it.

Moreover, he couldn't say it so bluntly. He was now 100% certain that the 'Memory Mother' had entered a certain gestation mode, and that he was also part of the 'placenta'.

If I were to say it outright, the other party would definitely find out, and then I'd be completely finished.

Therefore, even to Du Zhaodi, he could only say that in the not-too-distant future, there would be a very dangerous crisis, and only he could solve it.

Finally, Director Du came online. It had been a while since we last saw him. His hair had grown longer, from a chin-length bob to a collarbone-length bob, and his bangs had also grown longer, which covered up a lot of the sharpness on his face.

After all, no matter how beautiful one's features are, if one has the aura of a headmaster, it's still a bit intimidating.

It's fine as it is now.

Seeing the senior engineer's helpless expression, Du Zhaodi smiled slightly.

"They sent me because they said you're afraid of your wife and only I can persuade you to stay."

"Hmph, they really know how to play favorites," the senior engineer said, sticking out his neck. "I, G, have never been afraid of anyone in my life!"

"Can I?"

The senior engineer changed the subject, saying, "Of course, that's still possible."

He paused:

"Would you advise against it?"

Du Zhaodi shook her head. "I can't."

The senior engineer's eyes lit up:

"So, you believe the planetary crisis I mentioned."

Du Zhaodi nodded, then shook her head.

"I don't know what the future holds, I just trust you."

A warm feeling welled up in Gao Gong's heart. As expected of a good family woman, she even took care of her own little wolf dog's feelings.

"Don't worry, in just six months, those stupid women will thank me for everything I did today."

"Okay, be careful, and make sure you eat well every day..."

Just like Du Zhaodi's personality, her words of comfort were also simple and unpretentious.

The two chatted on the phone for a while longer before the engineer reluctantly hung up.

This is the advantage of dating a rich woman. Not only can she support you, but she can also comfort you in crucial moments, unlike a young girl who only asks you for lollipops all the time and doesn't care about anyone.

With Director Du in charge, there won't be any problems within our own camp. All the senior engineer needs to do now is stall.

The major corporations that were dragged into the Southern Hemisphere couldn't withstand the pressure and had no choice but to negotiate.

It's not exactly difficult, but it's not easy either, because at this point in time, any participant with even a little ambition would be driven mad.

He shouldn't attack others; protecting his own "peaceful and neutral organization" should be enough, right?

And indeed, things turned out exactly as the senior engineer had predicted.

The very next day, alarms blared. The 30 companies under the "Research Association" and the hundreds of mechanical cities they controlled were attacked simultaneously, and the servers at the headquarters were almost smoking from the heat.

The joint operations center is bustling with activity, handling cyber warfare deployments, special forces deployments, and counter-offensive operations.

If the president is unreliable, then I'll just have to work alongside him.

The 30 companies participating in the "Electronic Brain Project" each have their own unique skills or tricks up their sleeves, and together they have a lot of hidden talents and strategies.

Thanks to someone's devastating attack, this loose corporate alliance was actually molded into a cohesive entity.

And because of the pressure from external enemies, these "members" were unusually free of infighting and showed off all their skills.

This is why the "Research Association" was selected as one of the five "Phase III candidates" in the Southern Hemisphere.

Stretchers were constantly being carried out of the operations room, each carrying a neural coder. The network implantation pods were belching black smoke, and some of them even included second-order database manipulators.

This indicates that the opponent's virtual firepower is quite strong.

Database controllers are second-tier professions.

Level 10 neural coder, Level 20 senior neural coder.

After the second job advancement, this career path has two branches—

One is the "Database Manipulator," who can leverage the power of the enterprise's data center to launch counterattacks at the virtual level. They are very good at stacking buffs and are experts in team battles and masters of manipulation.

Another is the "AI mentor," which involves "artificially enhancing" oneself to achieve a significant boost in intelligence and perception.

These two professions are on par with the "King of Hackers" in the Cyber Hacker.

Basically, every super-corporation employs these cyber experts; otherwise, relying solely on AI would easily backfire.

Now, along the way, the senior engineer has seen at least four "database manipulators" get carried out.

These "data manipulators" had white eyes and their temples were making a "sizzling" sound, indicating that some artificial brain component had been burned out.

"The fighting is so intense, and all the mechanical cities are under full alert. Does this mean that more than one company is attacking the Research Association?"

The senior engineer muttered to himself.

"Although I don't participate in corporate warfare, as the chairman, it's understandable for me to protect my own members. After all, Mr. G is kind-hearted and can't stand seeing people suffer."

Upon realizing this, the senior engineer immediately switched to 'virtual mode' and logged into his biological computer.