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"Artificial data body?!"

He paused for a moment after his Brain Waterlogging, scratched the back of his head, unplugged and plugged in the 'data chip', and then turned it on again to confirm that he wasn't seeing things.

I wasn't seeing things.

Beneath each tombstone lies a stream of humanoid data, emanating a faint golden light unique to the followers of Turing Church.

"This--"

The cyber age lasted for nearly a century; before that, there was the civilized era.

Before the age of civilization came the Age of Exploration.

Before the Age of Exploration, there was the Middle Ages on the continent of Oddi.

Tyria was the holy city of that era.

So, what are these humanoid data entities? In that era, let alone network access modules, there weren't even first-generation crystal computers.

Could it be that this "Namsakara" existed in the Middle Ages?

That's so damn old!

As he pondered this, his Brain Waterlogging, and he walked forward, then suddenly stopped, for a person was standing in front of a grave not far away.

An instinctive probe was launched.

Name: Tyria

Race:??

Grade:??

Information capabilities:??

Skill:??

Template:??

Note: Don't just stand there, run!

Looking at the string of red question marks and the slightly mocking notes, my Brain Waterlogging and my eyes twitched violently.

Holy crap, are you kidding me? Every random NPC I encounter is a monster. I tried investigating the parish leader, but nothing came up and nothing appeared.

The Cyber Monk, whose Brain Waterlogging water, was about to slip away.

"You are Turing Church?" A calm voice echoed in his mind.

With just that one moment, the Brain Waterlogging, knew it couldn't escape.

Hacker, super hacker!

His three-layer brain-computer interface firewall is completely useless! That Baozi, pay me back!

With Brain Waterlogging face, he turned around, gesturing with his hands as if holding a fishhook, and forced a smile, "Senior, are you also here on a pilgrimage to the Holy City?"

"No, I've come to pay my respects to a friend."

"Oh, may I ask who your friend is?"

"Myself."

"..."

Looking down, the Brain Waterlogging sees an unmarked grave. According to the customs of the Holy City, if no family can claim the body or the identity of the deceased cannot be confirmed, the grave will be inscribed with the words "Child of Tyria".

"What era were you from, senior?"

He wasn't nervous anymore, since Brain Waterlogging respawn point was already on the ship, so it would only take three days at worst. He curiously looked at the other person, but found that no matter how he looked, he couldn't make out the other person's face.

The other party noticed his relaxed attitude and, due to certain special emotions, was willing to talk a little more.

"I came from here."

"People from the Age of Exploration, wow, they predate even those ancient people who came out of cryogenic chambers! They're practically the ancestors of ancient people!"

It's Brain Waterlogging how we can see all sorts of ancient people these days, from a hundred years ago to even a thousand years ago.

The man's lips curled up slightly, as if he found the statement amusing.

"So, how did you get out, senior?"

"You buried me here, and you also woke me up," the other person said calmly.

The "you" he's referring to are most likely members of the Turing Church.

"Religious sacrifice?" Brain Waterlogging, he paused for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "I don't like that."

"I did it voluntarily."

"Uh, why?"

"To save my sister, in that era of scarce medical resources, the only way to save someone was to give your life."

"Did you manage to save your sister?"

"I don't know. During several religious reformations of the Turing Church, your church's records were heavily edited, and the original records can no longer be found."

"That's a real shame," Brain Waterlogging clicked its tongue, then asked curiously, "Senior, were you awakened after sleeping for a thousand years, or had you been awakened several times before?"

"I woke up a few times, helped your Turing Church with a few missions, and also went out to explore the New World a few times. Oh, back then, you weren't called the Turing Church yet."

Brain Waterlogging, he stroked his chin, let out a soft "hmm," and said, "Were the doctrines of that era so lenient? You seem quite free, senior."

"It wasn't always this free. Back then, your deity completely controlled me, and I couldn't escape the world of language. It wasn't until a mission that I was infected with a strange ancient electronic virus. I miraculously survived and rebuilt my internal balance. At that point, if you tried to control me again, you could only do so through cooperation."

Looking at this somewhat eccentric Turing Church, Tyria pondered for a moment before asking, "What were you looking for just now?"

Without any Brain Waterlogging, he directly told the other party about his search for the "Holy Name".

"I enjoyed our chat, so here's a gift for you, little one."

Then, the Brain Waterlogging and felt a strong data fluctuation. A blinding light came from the sky. In the light, a holy gate appeared. Outside the gate, one after another 'data body' was climbing up the steps. Judging from their linen-colored divine robes, their facial features were also indistinct, but their backs were very familiar.

Without wasting words, the other party lightly turned his palm, and in an instant, countless cracked programs appeared. His cracking was not like the cracked software or antivirus software commonly found on the market. It was more like piecing together many open-source antivirus software, with various instant cracking plugins readily available. It gave people the feeling that it actually had a unique artistic quality.

Then, as he operated, the 'Gate of the Sanctuary' slowly opened, and a ray of light spilled onto the Brain Waterlogging body. The next moment, a system notification sounded.

[You have received the blessing of Turing God, Consciousness +20, and gained the advanced neural language 'Namchabha']

By the time the Brain Waterlogging, the sanctuary, the gate, and the figures had all vanished.

Even the other party disappeared, leaving only a thick ancient book floating in mid-air.

[You have obtained the job change quest item 'Book of Insights']

He opened the book by Brain Waterlogging and found it full of lines and circles that he couldn't understand, which looked like eyes.

"Could this be the legendary adventure?"

He was talking to himself, his Brain Waterlogging, never expecting it to go so smoothly this time.

Is it possible to encounter a high-level NPC who gives you a free job change item in this game?

It won't cost money, right?

With this thought in mind, Brain Waterlogging feeling conflicted, I returned to the outskirts of Tyria. There, I saw fanatical followers jumping into the water from the walls, and soon, corpses began to float on the surface.

Water burial?

He saw several familiar figures, all of whom were Isaiah followers who had come with him. Their faces were swollen from being filled with water, their complexions were bluish-purple, and their expressions were ferocious yet tinged with a strange happiness.

He suddenly remembered the group of Daoist figures he had just seen in front of that gate.

That's fucking creepy.

As a player in the Turing faction, he was used to hearing about AI bringing disaster and machines suppressing humanity. In a way, this wasn't entirely unfounded, because all mechanical cities were in this situation.

But now it seems that it is not the knight who deals with the dragon, but another, even more ferocious dragon.

Training humans to become a powerful "antivirus software" only to end up killing themselves—isn't that a sinister path?

Never mind, it's none of my business. Anyway, I'm an undercover agent. I'm going to report back later.

[You have acquired professional knowledge [Isaiah's Spirit]]

[You have gained professional knowledge: Worm's Manipulation Theory]

[You have acquired the professional knowledge "Grelling's Destruction Theory"]

Soon, the player "Silver Zen Master" got the job change, and the senior engineer also got the professional knowledge he needed, a win-win situation. Plus, with the fake monk "Brain Waterlogging," it was a win-win-win situation.

"Not bad, quite efficient. At this rate, you should be able to acquire complete knowledge before Turing ascends to the Throne of Godhood."

The senior engineer glanced at the faction panel. These three, plus the already activated [Electronic Rhapsody], [Information Worship], [Group Subconscious], [Information Mania], and [Turing Language], were all present.

Only two more professional knowledge areas are needed to complete this knowledge chain.

"Ten professional knowledge points—this professional knowledge chain is actually quite long."

"There's nothing we can do about it; this thing can cultivate anti-mechanical magic."

Excluding the very few purely natural information civilizations, the vast majority of information civilizations, such as "brain-based civilizations," begin through machines and "consciousness uploading," making them easily destroyed by specialized machinery.

The "Electronic Doctrine (Turing Machines)" was born out of this, and it possesses a very special ability: to counter mechanical entities through information evolution.

Therefore, in the realm of brain-based civilization, this is a core professional knowledge chain.

This technology was already terrifying enough, but when combined with the Third Collapse Entity, it was arguably the biggest bug in the world before the Memory Mother itself even arrived.

How did this thing die?

In the senior engineer's memory, it seemed to be a self-destruction.

After the deep web was destroyed, it miraculously disappeared without any warning.

It now seems that it was most likely deeply corrupted by the 'memory matrix'.

"Minister, what are you thinking about?" Miss Shell's voice rang out.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the air conditioning system at the Ghost in the Shell center is pretty good, it's not hot at all."

Looking at the scorching heat outside, the senior engineer started spouting nonsense again.

"Minister, do you think you could survive in the high temperature and pressure environment of the Earth's core if I released you now?"

Miss Shell's tone remained calm as always, but what she said was a little frightening.

"Actually, I was thinking about how Minister Aramaki would deal with Turing, because this third Collapse Entity is particularly powerful and ruthless, especially adept at dealing with AI!"

The senior engineer rattled off his thoughts in one breath, almost as if he were doing a reading comprehension exercise for himself. This behavior fully demonstrated his nature of responding only to force and not to persuasion.

"I see," Ms. Shell said calmly as always. "Then please, Minister, obtain the information on the 'Punk Group' as soon as possible. After all, the cooling system here is unreliable and might suddenly malfunction at any time."