Silver Wolf Tried to Hack My System? The Backlash Broke Her!

Silver Wolf's fingers blurred.

The Holographic Keyboard crackled under her touch.

Over a hundred pale-blue data screens sprang up across the VIP Lounge, forming an inverted lotus around her.

This was no ordinary network intrusion.

This was Ether Editing.

Silver Wolf was trying to bypass the laws of physics and rewrite the defenses of the woman on the sofa into a heap of dead code.

Blue data poured out like a waterfall.

The streams wove into a vast net in midair and swept straight toward Su Chen's face.

Su Chen sat upright on the edge of the sofa.

Her face was cold as ice.

Inside, he was scared stiff.

He didn't know a damn thing about code.

Back when he played games at internet cafés, his only fix for a computer problem had been to pull the plug and restart it.

Now, faced with a hacker attack of the highest caliber, he couldn't even strike a defensive pose.

His right calf was still numb.

He'd held it too rigidly to look imposing, and now the muscle was cramping.

Su Chen could only curl his toes hard against the insole of his high-heeled boot.

His face still had to wear that cold, contemptuous look.

The blue data net struck the faint golden glow.

There was no explosion.

No shock wave.

It didn't even stir a breeze.

The data stream stopped in midair.

Like a fly hitting reinforced glass, it flickered blue to no avail.

An emotionless mechanical voice rang out in Su Chen's mind.

[Ding.]

[Low-dimensional data intrusion detected.]

[Assessing threat level... Assessment complete: No threat.]

[System defenses activated. Tracing intrusion back to its source.]

Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly exhaled, scattering the white steam above his teacup.

The Myriad Worlds Role-Playing System was a higher-dimensional creation.

Forget a Stellaron Hunter. Even if Nous personally plugged in a network cable, there was no hacking a system that didn't even obey the laws of the universe.

Su Chen set his teacup back on the coffee table.

He shifted slightly and drew his cramping right leg back half an inch.

The hem of his black-and-gold robe brushed the velvet carpet with a soft rustle.

He didn't have to do a thing. He could just watch.

"How is that possible?"

The fresh bubble Silver Wolf had blown popped.

Pink gum stuck to the tip of her nose, but she didn't bother wiping it off.

Her ten fingers hammered the keyboard.

"It won't compile? A logic deadlock? What kind of firewall is this?!"

The golden glow suspended in midair suddenly flashed.

Just once.

In the next instant, every data stream connecting Silver Wolf to the glow changed color.

Pale blue turned to an oppressive dark gold.

The dark-gold data surged back along the connection like an aggressive virus.

It moved too fast for the naked eye to follow.

"Warning! Core protocol compromised!"

Silver Wolf's main control panel flashed red.

Biting her lip, she frantically typed patch commands.

A fine layer of cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

It was useless.

The dark-gold data stream crushed every Ether defense she prided herself on like a heavy road roller.

Bang.

The screen on the far left flickered twice, then turned solid blue.

A line of garbled text floated at its center.

The blue screen of death.

Bang, bang, bang.

Like falling dominoes.

Within a second, all hundred-plus screens floating in the VIP Lounge turned blue, one after another.

The eerie blue light fell across Himeko's and Welt's stunned faces.

Silver Wolf's hands froze in midair.

The Holographic Keyboard gave a dull thud and dissolved into specks of light across the floor.

But the counterattack wasn't over.

The image on the sole remaining screen before her suddenly changed.

It switched to Silver Wolf's most treasured personal game account.

[Starcraft: Emperor of the Universe]

Level: Max, 99.

Premium star coins: 99,999,999.

Limited-edition equipment: 412 pieces.

As Silver Wolf watched in horror, the numbers began plummeting.

Level 99 dropped to 50 in an instant.

Then to 10.

Finally, it stopped at 1.

Her premium star coins dwindled wildly until that long row of nines became a zero.

The limited-edition equipment in her inventory vanished, one piece after another.

Each disappearance came with a merciless system notice: item reclaimed.

Wiped clean.

Not even a beginner's wooden sword was left.

Silver Wolf stared blankly at the zero on the screen.

Her arms fell limp at her sides.

Her lips began to tremble.

"My... limited-edition lightsaber."

Tears welled in her eyes, then spilled down her cheeks.

"All that grinding... I stayed up seventy-two hours to get that first-kill achievement..."

Her legs gave out, and she sank onto the carpet.

Clutching her hair with both hands, she burst into loud sobs.

"Waaah! You deleted my save! You heartless monster!"

The young girl's cries echoed through the VIP Lounge.

She sounded utterly devastated.

Su Chen sat on the sofa, his back ramrod straight.

Watching Silver Wolf roll across the floor in tears, he felt a sudden twinge of guilt.

Wiping a gaming addict's max-level account...

Wasn't that a little too cruel?

Kafka leaned against the metal doorframe, cold sweat dripping from her chin onto her white shirt.

The searing pain in her chest had yet to subside.

But what she had just seen set off every alarm in her head.

This woman could even turn an Ether Editing attack back on its user, right down to deleting the right account.

She was a monster in a fight, and her information warfare was on an entirely different level.

There was absolutely no place for someone like her in Elio's script.

If they stayed any longer, neither of them would make it out.

Suppressing the pain tearing through her nerves, Kafka straightened up.

She grabbed Silver Wolf by the back of her jacket.

She hauled the sobbing girl up like a chick.

With her free left hand, she took a black metal sphere from her belt.

Her thumb flicked the pin loose.

Kafka hurled the sphere at the floor.

Bang.

A thick cloud of purple smoke burst out.

Carrying a pungent stench and visual jamming signals, it filled the entire doorway.

Welt immediately raised his cane and formed a gravity barrier before him.

It held back the spreading toxic smoke.

A few seconds later.

The space station's ventilation system started up, drawing away most of the purple smoke.

The doorway was empty.

The Stellaron Hunters had escaped.

All they left on the carpet was a flattened piece of pink bubble gum.

Su Chen didn't give chase.

In stiletto heels, he couldn't have run fast even if he'd wanted to.

Besides, his first priority was maintaining the imposing air of a Divine Court heavyweight.

The Female Lord remained seated on the sofa. Not even her breathing had changed.

The smoke had yet to clear completely.

A large communications screen on the side wall of the VIP Lounge suddenly lit up with static.

It crackled with interference.

Then the image came into focus.

Herta's face filled the screen.

The girl from the Genius Society gripped the edges of the camera.

Her large eyes shone with near-maniacal excitement as she stared at the Female Lord on the sofa.

"Counter-tracking technology that can overwhelm even the Stellaron Hunters..."

Herta's voice trembled with excitement.

"Name your price!"