The Bionic Revolution

The moment Yumir thought about failing the mission and how Mr. G would torture her, she couldn't help shuddering.

She stepped forward, lightly leaped, and landed in the electronic brain graveyard.

Her consciousness was immersed in cold water, spreading without end. From a higher-dimensional perspective, this cold water was a pool of information worms.

Just as the Rewind System could counteract memory loss, the Collapse Intelligence was likewise immune to interference from memory worms.

Before long, she swam into the thirteenth layer of space. It was a supernetwork similar to cyberspace, except that it wasn't regional—it was layered.

Sometimes, Yumir really did admire Mr. G. He could casually produce technology like this. Of course, she definitely wouldn't say so on the surface.

Within the space of data that was both blurry and clear, she saw vast streams of data-light converging into a petite figure. That figure was the frail little sister who, according to Mr. G, was delicate and easy to knock over.

Whose frail little sister had the computing power of a planetary mainframe?

Yumir grumbled inwardly, then suddenly felt a stir in her heart. This scene seemed strangely familiar. Had she seen it somewhere before?

No, no, she definitely hadn't seen it before, but she still felt that something was wrong.

Could her memories have been deleted?

But that was impossible. Number Eight's ability happened to counter the Cyber Tide.

Then, as a faint pain spread through the back of her head, her earlier thoughts dissolved like something submerged in water.

Thinking too much wasn't a good thing. Yumir shook her head and used an algorithm developed through artificial intelligence to shuttle between different data layers. Before long, she arrived beside Gao Yuanyuan.

"That person of yours ordered me to protect you at all costs. Tsk, tsk, do