Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Uchiha Gen began sorting through the source code he had obtained.
The chip came with network connectivity and drew energy from the wearer's bioelectricity. His consciousness had slipped into the network through that faint electrical current.
The data world was immense, expanding every moment. As long as Aquabluetopia's tens of billions of humans remained alive, they would continue providing it with data.
The fragment of consciousness Uchiha Gen had separated was now wandering through the Sea of Data. Wrapped in a layer of transfer data, it scoured information like an infiltrator.
Outside, Uchiha Gen let that fragment of consciousness develop on its own. If anything unexpected happened, he would know. All he needed now was time.
He then glanced outside. Seeing that the group of Ōtsutsuki atop Aquabluetopia's tallest building were still standing there like wooden posts, he stopped paying attention.
If his intrusion into Aquabluetopia's data system was discovered, he would have no choice but to resort to forceful looting. He might even end up wanted.
After all, this was the Ōtsutsuki Clan's home turf. If he faced their clan leader directly, his odds of winning were not high.
As he pondered, the sound of water from the bathroom abruptly stopped. Before long, Azumi emerged again in a loose bathrobe, barefoot.
Uchiha Gen glanced over and saw that the nail polish on her toes was gone.
"The original look was better. That messy stuff is useless."
"What stuff?" Azumi followed his gaze downward and picked at her toes. "I didn't have any new ones to replace it with. The old color came off on its own."
Uchiha Gen snorted. Maybe ordinary men who knew nothing would believe that. Who would buy nail polish if it was not waterproof?
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