"Can these things et your requirents?"
"Hiss—"
The experint director gasped, seeing quite a lot of familiar data.
The Nightingale Project he currently leads may very well be the successor of Little Beidou.
"Yes!"
He nodded excitedly and said,
"And far more than that, if we can get all the experintal data, it might not only enhance the control of the Black Wall, but also allow further analysis, possibly creating a stable Black Wall passage."
Their conversation couldn't pass through the thick soundproof glass, nor could light shine on Song Zhaoi; she couldn't see Miles beyond the wall.
However, at this mont, the cara above Miles' head turned toward the two discussing, moving so slowly it didn't draw anyone's attention.
Sitting in the hacker chair, Song Zhaoi felt the chill of the air conditioning on her skin but knew it was just an illusion.
Her fully cybernetic body had long lost any physical sense of touch.
She slightly raised her head, glanced sideways at the glass curtain wall opposite, and quickly lowered her head again before Miles noticed, pretending to be lost in thought.
Besides the soft chanical noises around her, Song Zhaoi heard sounds Miles couldn't.
Compared to the cold and solemn lab, the other vision of Song Zhaoi was bustling with activity.
"My turn! Draw a card! Summon the Blue-Eyes White Dragon!"
"Next, my win rate is—one thousand percent!"
After a loud shout, the hacker player [Want to Lick Black Magic Guide Black Silk] threw out a card, and a massive data stream rushed from his body to fortify the card, instantly manifesting into a nearly ten-ter-tall white dragon, roaring in the field.
The developnt speed of the players for Cyberspace was incredible. Not only did they build card halls in Plaza One, but they also played a dley of gas, from Gwent to Yu-Gi-Oh, and even DND were all there.
But did you think these cards were just ga props?
NO!
They were genuine Demonic Puppets, attack or defense programs developed and edited by the deck hacker team, unrelated to their appearance or function. Whether it was a white dragon or a black-silk girl depended entirely on the designer's personal interest.
Inspired by them, many players lacking hacking skills also ca to Song Zhaoi with their cyber points to commission her to make powerful Demonic Puppet cards or capture those wandering malicious programs, subduing them to kneel and capturing them for sale to the ga store.
These malicious programs would be swiftly captured and refined by Lucy, then made into blank programs to be sold in the store. Many players lacking technical prowess would purchase them—either to create control programs for certain tasks within player enterprises, like Youzi Chef's idol, or to provide a dedicated server, substituting so hacker functions to tackle wandering AIs in Cyberspace. Their attack modes might be basic, but their computational power surpassed hacker players.
And at the mont, they weren't playing cards but conquering a dungeon.
The target of countless players' siege was the final boss of the Protheus Laboratory, [Protheus]
The enormous atomic structure surpassed any wandering AI or program they had encountered before; even the Blue-Eyes White Dragon summoned by [Want to Lick Black Magic Guide Black Silk] was but a tiny snake before it.
Magnificent as a mountain, Protheus faced the siege from all sides by nearly a thousand players for a full 8 hours.
Sci-fi warships, legendary dragons, Spiritual Warriors, chanical Gundams—whatever you could think of, players had created in all sorts of diverse forms and thrown everything into this epic boss battle, surpassing any MMORPG in history in terms of spectacle.
However, despite the scale, the destructive white light spat by the Blue-Eyes White Dragon struck the electrons revolving around the atomic nucleus, failing to cause even a slight tremor. The electrons hit rely quivered and vanished, reappearing on Blue-Eyes White Dragon, almost as if teleporting.
The massive sphere instantly engulfed the entire dragon's body, yet if you looked closely, it was moving on its rotational path, just like the real movent of electrons—simultaneously existing in every position and traversing every path.
"NO!!! My Blue-Eyes White Dragon!!"
[Want to Lick Black Magic Guide Black Silk] shrieked miserably, but NO! was useless!
All pleas couldn't retrieve their painstaking creation.
Fortunately, making Demonic Puppets only required hacker players' efforts and didn't need any real resources. As long as their computational power sufficed, they could even replicate infinitely; otherwise, they'd be fainting from rage.
With every tremor of Protheus, countless players' work was undone; Demonic Puppets shattered, programs disintegrated into data points dissipating in the void, thwarting the players' assault ti and again.
Players tried combined techniques, transforming into Demon God Z, destroying dozens of Protheus's electronic structures, yet ultimately couldn't match the AI and were dispersed.
For a full fifty years, although Protheus had not left the laboratory's data fortress, it had absorbed and assimilated a vast amount of lab data, far beyond the wandering AI once soloed by an elite hacker, its power incomparable to the past.
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