Light Fortress Chapter 208 - 208 193 Turing's Monologue

208: Chapter 193 Turing’s Monologue 208: Chapter 193 Turing’s Monologue “Adjourn?”

The attendees who arrived at the conference room were all caught off guard.

They looked at each other, and through a layer of spiritual fog, they could see the expressions of shock, astonishnt, and confusion surface on the faces of those nearby.

The “key” that the Ancient Literature Society had been waiting for years had finally appeared—

And all he said was one sentence.

Adjourn.

Before they had ti to react, that powerful sign of spiritual intent appeared once again, only this ti it was the complete opposite of before; previously, it had forcibly established a link, now it was forcibly severing that link—

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh.”

One by one, the figures in the conference room beca blurred.

Most of them had their consciousness forcibly ejected from the deep water area.

The compulsory Spiritual Link affected everyone, but there was an order of entry into the conference room…

Of course, it was related to whether they resisted the Spiritual Link, but even more so, it was related to the strength of the individual’s spiritual power.

If one’s own strength was strong enough, even a compulsory link could be t with strong “resistance.”

The stronger the spiritual power, the longer they could resist.

It is so for the coming, and so it is for the sending.

Gu Shen sat at the end of the long table, aware that upon entering this conference room, a region in his brain seed to have been activated…

he felt as though he could see a network of spirit spanning the Five Continents, clear subterranean veins extending from afar, converging into this small conference room.

At the ends, were the branching and spreading mbers of the Ancient Literature Society.

At the terminal, was himself.

And at the edge of the long table, a few shadows had not yet faded.

They were still holding up against the pressure of the “compulsory disconnection of the link”, even though these few figures were also gradually dimming.

“Are you really the ‘key’ left behind by Allen Turing?”

The elderly man with the code na 064 stared intently at Gu Shen’s location, his eyes shining with a silver brilliance as if he wanted to see through the spiritual fog and discern the face of the person at the high seat at the end of the table.

Gu Shen t the old man’s gaze, his heart skipped a beat.

Could he see through?

No, he did not believe there was such a person.

Gu Shen suppressed all of his psychological activities, his facial expression unfluctuating, and returned the old man’s gaze, calmly responding, “I have opened the door.”

The old man looked intently at Gu Shen, then averted his eyes; the previous intense stare had been just a probe…

more than verifying the truth of the key left by Allen Turing, he was more interested in the “young man’s” real-world strength.

The Spiritual World is the best reflection of the real world.

It is a mirror.

Those with insufficient spiritual strength, even if they ca to this conference room by a fluke, could definitely not withstand his gaze…

It seems that this young man is even more powerful than he had imagined.

The elder rose slightly and offered a modest salute, speaking softly, “…My apologies.”

Having said that.

His figure dissipated in the blood-colored conference room.

Few remained in the conference room now; following 064’s probe, no one else entertained the thought of a similar challenge.

“It seems you’ve always been aware of the key’s identity.”

Lin Lin resisted the Spiritual Drive and looked at 031 curiously, asking, “Tell , what person is he in the real world?”

The youth with the code number 031 grinned slyly, “Ah ha…

I never said I knew the identity of the key.

If you want to know…

you can ask him yourself.”

Zhou Jiren gave up the idea of resisting the Spiritual Link.

As his figure vanished, he cast an obscure look of appreciation toward “Gu Shen” at the end of the long table, lost in thought with his elbows propped up.

[There’s a familiar gaze.]

After issuing the command to “disconnect the Spiritual Link”, Gu Shen kept his arms propped on the table, watching as one by one, the figures at the far end of the table faded away.

All of a sudden, he sensed a familiar gaze…

He looked toward the young man with the code na 031.

The boy had already left.

He rembered clearly, 031 had connected late, the last one to arrive in the eting room…

That being the case, this person’s spiritual power was extrely strong; his strength in the real world was certainly not weak.

“Is it possible to trace the real identities of those in the conference room by following the spiritual waves?”

Gu Shen silently felt the Spirit Network spreading through his mind.

As the lights in the eting room went out and the attendees left one by one, that vast net also dimd… If the deep water area relies on nurous Transcendents’ connections to provide computational power,

Then this eting room, exclusive to the Ancient Literature Society, relies on the computational power provided by the surviving remnants of Transcendents to maintain it.

“No, not currently…

at least not now.”

Chu Ling stood behind Gu Shen, her white dress emitting a fluorescent glow; her fingers spread into dissipating data, linking to every corner of the long table.

“Source code also follows fundantal logic, deep water has bottom-layer protective logic for every connected Transcendent; the encrypted eting room uses a one-way transmission network to prevent breaches,” she said softly, “So…

even with the ‘key’, one cannot discern the true identities of the eting room mbers.

It is a form of protection.”

Gu Shen nodded.

He understood the aning behind Mr.

Turing’s design.

This foundational logic…

is the most basic trust.

The mbers of the Ancient Literature Society can co to this eting room out of trust, and Mr.

Turing, the designer of the eting room, chose to trust them as well.

“Conversations from past etings are also not retrievable.

The sa principle applies as with not being able to investigate identities: if the eting room is breached one day, it would not cause widespread casualties.

In the deep water area, trillions of pieces of information are born every second…

Even Deep Sea cannot intercept all, so the conversations in this eting room are like born-to-be-destroyed junk,” Chu Ling looked at the now empty eting room, withdrawing her hands, as countless data chains retracted, becoming a normal girl’s fingers again.

“The eviction of the Spiritual Link is complete.”

Chu Ling spoke softly, “After Deep Sea’s upgrade, this eting room is in a high-risk environnt, I will perfect the underlying code, during which ti the eting room can’t be made public.”

Gu Shen felt sowhat unaccustod.

“You speaking to like this…

makes feel as if I am the master of this eting room.”

“In terms of capability and status…

you certainly are,” Chu Ling said calmly, “If you decide to abandon the ‘eting room’, then within three months at most, it will be exposed to Deep Sea’s self-search and subsequently breached.”

“I…”

Gu Shen sat silently in front of the table, looking toward Chu Ling, he slowly inquired, “I want to know…

what is all this ultimately for?”

“The ergence of the black dot, the collapse of order, these things I already know…”

“But why does the Ancient Literature Society exist?”

“The Federation Governnt and those in control of the spark are fighting against the collapse of order…”

Chu Ling dissipated into countless data, briefly illuminating the dim eting room.

When she appeared again, she was sitting at the end of the long table, her delicate fingers touching down.

Between them, a segnt of imagery erged.

“This is a relic preserved in the Deep Sea’s reduction program…

also the only surviving fragnt from a destroyed video twenty years ago,” Chu Ling said softly, her eyes lowered, “What I can give you is only this much.”

An image of an old man, his face gaunt and blood-stained, appeared… This was his solitary monologue.

With just a glance,

Gu Shen recognized the identity of this elder, a great figure respected and revered by the Five Continents, the intelligence father who created Deep Sea.

Allen Turing.

A fragnted video, intermittent, blurry yet clear.

The cara shook, the old man, who was rumored to have died peacefully, his voice hoarse, conveyed a ssage.

“Do not trust…

the Federation Governnt.”