What... What Did They Do?

Upon hearing this, Shen Taiguang's heart skipped a beat, and his throat suddenly felt dry and parched.

Without even asking any more questions, he simply patted the other person's arm to indicate that he understood, and without another word, he started running towards the place where the person had come from at the other end of the corridor.

Meanwhile, the network processing center was in complete chaos.

Normally at this time, everyone would be at their seats, staring at their screens dealing with public opinion, or whispering among themselves, calling for their favorite drinks and snacks, preparing to work overtime at noon and in the evening.

Unfortunately, when everyone is working overtime, working overtime becomes the norm for "going to work."

But today, things were completely chaotic. Six or seven people crowded around the same screen, making it impossible to move.

There were still quite a few people standing behind, craning their necks to see, their chatter, exclamations, and even gasps of surprise all mixed together.

If someone who doesn't know anything about this came in, they'd probably start to think they'd wandered into a small vegetable market just by listening to the audio.

"Make way, all of you make way! What kind of order is this, crowding around like this?!"

He slowed down only after stepping through the door, Shen Taiguang said in a deep voice, not loud, but with his usual authority.

Upon hearing that familiar voice from behind, the crowd instantly quieted down. Those who were blocking the way, seeing the leader arrive, consciously parted to make way for him, much like Moses parting the sea.

Only one of the technical backbones of this network center, Zhang Baihe, an old man in his thirties or forties from the bureau, was still sitting in front of the mainframe screen, staring intently at it, as if afraid of missing any details.

When Shen Taiguang walked to the side, he turned around and saw that the guy's face was already a little red and he was sucking his hand.

He didn't even look directly at the arriving leader; he was just gripping the mouse, repeatedly switching between some program, the pages constantly changing, and a large number of commands being scrolled down layer by layer.

Even the hand that was typing on the keyboard showed signs of slight trembling as the fingers exerted force.

Old Shen, still not understanding what was going on, finally asked, "What's wrong?"

Old Zhang finally noticed the newcomer, paused briefly, switched back to one of the pages, and pointed intently at the screen in front of him, "Director Shen, look at this—"

What was now prominently displayed in front of all the colleagues was a webpage interface with a rather unique design, which could even be described as having a touch of artistic flair.

The silver and blue light flowed like gentle ripples on water, and as the mouse moved in the hand, a scene unfolded before people's eyes, embraced by lush foliage.

The deep silver leaves and verdant branches intertwine to form a border shape, perfectly surrounding the central interface. The entire exposed space is thus cleverly divided into several areas, each bearing different labels.

Although most of the annotations are in gray, and many parts of the page are even completely covered by two-colored branches and leaves, it is obvious that it is inaccessible.

Only the "Main God Announcements" section near the top center and a "General Forum" on the side were still lit up. In the announcement area of these sections, besides a few records, there was a single line of neat, dark capital letters.

[Effective today, access restrictions for non-users have been lifted on the official website of the Main God Platform.]

Further down, the gray labels scattered throughout list some basic sections – "Mission Hall", "User Services", "Exchange Listings", and so on.

Simple and direct, without the slightest attempt at concealment, it was as if the witnesses had heard a sudden starting gun.

Shen Taiguang felt a chill run down his spine. To be precise, compared to his subordinates who only had a superficial understanding, he was the one who knew best what this meant.

His gaze lingered on the listless "Exchange Listings" for a few extra seconds, and even noticing the completely gray text, he instinctively clenched his fist.

When did this happen?

He then realized that his voice sounded unusually rough.

"Just now! It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes!"

A technician, considerably younger than Zhang Baihe, eagerly answered the question, his face now displaying a complex mix of excitement and apprehension. "A separate test program we wrote suddenly received a signal, indicating that the special webpage marker, which had previously been an empty URL, was successfully linked, and access permissions have been changed—"

Then I happened to glance at the notification and realized that's how it was!

"So what's the situation now?"

While asking questions, Director Shen kept his eyes glued to the screen, repeatedly examining the various highlighted and dark markings.

Old Zhang, sitting next to him, couldn't help but swallow hard. "The website can indeed be accessed normally—but it seems to require visual observation. Once your eyes leave the page for a certain interval, about ten seconds, the webpage will automatically close and return to the desktop, just like a screen-off setting."

"Furthermore, there was no trace of its data packet in the inner browsing history."

He then honestly added another sentence.

To be honest, just hearing him say that made the leader standing next to him feel a little dizzy.

On such serious matters, Zhang Baihe certainly wouldn't joke around. But the problem is, if this were true, wouldn't it mean that anyone who tried it carefully would realize just how "off" this website was?!?

Especially those things that were originally confined to a small circle and circulated only underground—now, under these circumstances, are they going to be laid bare in the sunlight?

As if recalling something, a faint chill ran down his spine.

Without even considering the bigger picture, and before he could even think things through, Shen Taiguang blurted out instinctively, "Could you try blocking this website address, or preventing external access?"

But all he got in return was an eye roll from Old Zhang in front of the screen, a look reminiscent of the utterly bewildered Bengboliba after hearing the Nine-Headed Insect's strange command.

"Ah----me?"

Needless to say, Old Zhang was shaking his head frantically, and even his comrades around him were casting strange glances at their leader.

One of them pointed to two or three computers with their screens off at the next workstation and patiently explained to Shen Taiguang, "We tried accessing this webpage as soon as possible, and we also tried to see if we could run a program to scrape data."

"But as soon as we tested it, we found that its actual URL couldn't be read at all, and before we could even find a connection path in the tentative external code output, the computer just crashed and the screen went black!"

"These are just a few machines here; they were all taken down like this."

As he spoke, the man scratched his head, somewhat resigned.

"To be honest, Director Shen —and this might sound a bit harsh—the technology involved in this thing is beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. It's like some kind of advanced technology from Zenith Star; I have no idea how it's done."

"We really have no other choice."

"That is, Brother Zhang wants to try again to see if he can bypass the program and directly read the local decoder, but it seems to be empty."

Alright!

These tech people really speak their minds; they never hold back.

----And Shen Taiguang's anxious heart finally died completely.

After taking several deep breaths to calm himself, he silently looked around and could clearly see that his usually composed and capable soldiers had different expressions on their faces, their minds unsettled, unable to hide their complex emotions and excitement.

Some comrades had shifty eyes, revealing an undisguised meaning, practically writing "I'm very curious" on their faces. Others, like the old subordinate who had just gone to inform Mr. Shen, had the same heavy and worried expression on their faces.

Whether it's true or false.

Regardless of the current situation Aruto, it's truly difficult to predict things now.

Especially when he subconsciously recalled the internal document he had just read, Director Shen suddenly felt like laughing.

While experts are still repeatedly debating and trying to guess the specific intentions and impacts of this alternative "Main God Space," they have already flipped the table and revealed their hand in broad daylight!

They're not even going to act anymore!

In comparison, the previous "major case" that caused chaos over a single "quota," leading to conflicts between clans, businesses, and even spouses and relatives, suddenly seemed trivial and insignificant to Shen Taiguang.

Go to hell!

After a moment of stunned silence, he took another deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging emotions within him, and ordered Old Zhang, and everyone else in the office who was listening intently, "Everyone, immediately record all the information from that website! If you can't capture it, take a screenshot! If a screenshot isn't enough, write it down by hand!"

"Old Xie, get the comrades some video recording equipment, the best kind—no, get a camera first! Let's see if this website can capture images!"

"Old Kang, go to the city and arrange for two elderly people to be transferred here. They need to be good at sketching and keep their mouths shut!"

"The technical team is fully monitoring online public opinion trends, especially any unusual information! Everyone else, return to your posts, remain calm, and get back to your work!"

The speaker put in a lot of effort during the conversation, but to be honest, it left even the speaker feeling deflated and deeply powerless.

That's enough.

If the sky is going to fall, there are tall people to hold it up. Things have come to this point, so let's wait for the opinion of the higher-ups. As for Shen, he is just a retired cadre in a regional system, and he really can't see the situation clearly now.

After all, if we're going to delve into the details, what exactly should those of them, who are striving to maintain the old order during the transition, do in the face of something that might completely change the rules of the game?