Shirou thought it over carefully.
How exactly had he infiltrated places as an Assassin?
It seemed, it seemed he had always just killed all the enemies and called that infiltration. After all, there were no enemies left who required him to carefully lurk in the shadows and assassinate them. And against enemies who truly needed assassinating, even assassination seemed useless.
Like Lilith, who possessed invincibility.
Even a backstab did no damage. The purpose of a backstab was to kill in one strike. But if even the strongest attack could not kill the enemy, then what was the point?
But Shirou had at least been an Assassin before. Even if he had never seen a pig run, he had eaten pork. When it came to infiltration, he was still more skilled than Shinji.
All the data around Shinji appeared on the display panel before Shirou.
Hostile programs were, in the end, just ordinary programs. What were programs? Things with finite limits that operated according to a certain logic. Hostile programs were ordinary programs, while AI was merely more advanced programming. Advanced programs possessed immense computing power, while hostile programs used far less. There was no essential difference between them, but the allocation of computing power differed by nearly eight orders of magnitude.
To humans, things like that were basically idiots.
Shinji might not be able to beat an idiot, but avoiding one was not a problem. Still, for someone so nervous that he could barely speak without trembling, calmly thinking things through was indeed difficult.
In other words, his intelligence had been nerfed.
Shirou could not help looking sympathetically at Shinji on the monitor.
"Forty-five degrees to the front right, thirty meters. Mm, move a little farther right. Yes, yes, just like that."
Shinji carefully turned sideways and brushed past the