mory fragnts dissipated from Gawain Cecil? And it’s the eighteenth decryption attempt? Moreover, requisitioning more computational power?
This sudden piece of information imdiately caught Gawain’s attention. With a thought, he quickly halted the stream of refreshed data in his mind, firmly grasping this ssage.
Clearly, the Eternal Sleepers have been rather crude and rudintary in their data security managent. From Gawain’s perspective, the unencrypted data and network structures lacking alert chanisms were practically unguarded. Even though he was quite unfamiliar with this mind network, he could depend on absorbed knowledge and so random operations to quickly understand how to manipulate the network data and track the flow of information.
Of course, this cannot be entirely attributed to the weak security awareness of the Eternal Sleepers—after careful analysis, Gawain realized their mind network actually possessed significant security asures. Firstly, the prerequisite for accessing this network was becoming an Eternal Sleeper. Only by shaping one’s mind with specific "Fallen Divine Arts" and obtaining "registration authentication" from the Eternal Sleepers’ mind network can one qualify to engage with this network. Secondly, the network itself provided simple identity authentication and permission managent, where a "Eternal Sleepers’ Account" was required for network access, and connected individuals needed corresponding permissions to operate in various areas of this virtual world—the barrier around the city center was the embodint of this permission system.
Considering the inherent non-replicability of human minds under normal circumstances, such "account managent" was actually quite reliable.
However, this network had a critical flaw: as long as an individual t the criteria for network access and corresponding permissions, all their actions within this network were uncontrolled. Even if soone behaved suspiciously like Gawain, haphazardly searching for data, manipulating nodes with incorrect operations, the network would not issue any alerts.
In summary, while the network was impregnable against external attacks, it was utterly defenseless against internal threats.
The creators of this network, the Eternal Sleepers, probably never anticipated a unique case like Gawain—a "satellite spirit" capable of devouring others’ minds, even disguising mind permissions...
Feigning deep contemplation, Gawain slightly closed his eyes, while in reality attempting to search through the network based on the information he obtained—endeavoring to extract as much useful information as possible from the Eternal Sleepers’ mind network before the connection ended.
This network indeed possessed an enormous and unbelievable breach, but Gawain believed the aliens were far from foolish—the Eternal Sleepers definitely were not foolish. The network’s flaw was rely because it was still an unfinished product; the Eternal Sleepers were bound to recognize this breach eventually.
Who knows how rapidly these cultists, usually idly pondering random dreams, would patch the bugs when they do...
After several attempts, Gawain finally mastered the technique for extracting information from the mind network. He searched using "mory fragnts of Gawain Cecil" as a characteristic and surprisingly discovered quite a bit of corresponding information:
The Eternal Sleepers had already attempted seventeen decryptions of "mory fragnts of Gawain Cecil", and without exception, each had failed—the most disastrous failure being the first attempt, where they organized over a hundred powerful sect mbers to form a calculation array, attempting to forcibly decrypt the mories, resulting in total annihilation.
Since then, they wised up sowhat, no longer opting for brute-force decryptions, and instead attempted to slice and vaguely understand the mory fragnts—so far, over three hundred elites had perished intermittently through this approach.
The source of these mory fragnts was unexpectedly right on the mark: they originated from the ti when Gawain devoured that Eternal Sleepers cultist, during which the latter "secretly uploaded" them through his mind connection.
Before being devoured, that cultist remarkably exerted all his efforts to replicate so of the mories he saw and sent them to his comrades—a truly unexpected move for Gawain.
Perhaps that guy aid to warn his companions about the truth of "Gawain Cecil", or simply intended to send back so valuable intelligence, or maybe he had descended into utter chaos and madness, rendering his actions uncontrollable, but regardless, the mory fragnts he transmitted had beco the Eternal Sleepers’ "significant trophies", with these cultists apparently set on unearthing sothing from within these mory fragnts...
Gawain carefully reviewed the records circulating on the network, docunting how the Eternal Sleepers cultists analyzed and attempted to decrypt those mory fragnts. Due to the nearly unguarded information structure of the network, he could virtually access all the intelligence housed in the database.
After tracing and pinpointing, he even discovered the location where those mory fragnts were stored.
Upon confirming he hadn’t attracted any attention on the network, he cautiously accessed the data.
Indeed, it was the observational records of himself overlooking the earth from space... The data wasn’t extensive, amounting to around seventy to eighty thousand years of high-definition video footage.
Though it was his own mory, Gawain couldn’t resist yawning upon viewing those video materials. Truth be told, these almost unchanging images were rather dull, and one can’t help but sympathize with those cultists—after expending overwhelming manpower and resources, even if they successfully decoded this colossal mory, all they would do was stare blankly at the aningless surveillance; and Gawain was nearly certain, they would not dare fast-forward...
Afraid that fast-forwarding might cause them to miss the entire world, that’s essentially the mindset—it’s imaginable, imaginable indeed.
Gawain pondered deeply and decided, as a benevolent individual, to add so less dull material to these uninteresting mory fragnts...
After an unknown amount of ti, Gawain finally completed his modification of those mory fragnts. Since they were his own mories, he manipulated them with ease, but to prevent detectable traces, he spent considerable ti refining the "features" of the mory fragnts and erasing signs of his alterations. Although he doubted the Eternal Sleepers with their current limited concept of information security would even think of such asures, precaution is better than cure—what if one of those Eternal Sleepers turns out to have obsessive compulsive disorder?
After completing the task, Gawain still felt full of energy. He thought about it and didn’t break the connection imdiately. Instead, he continued searching within this vast mind network, trying to find more secrets of the Eternal Sleepers—especially technical data about the principles of this mind network.
The thods the Eternal Sleepers used to build the human-brain array calculator were indeed insane, but that didn’t an all their technology followed this pattern, or at least there should exist so milder, less inhuman alternative technologies. Whether these technologies could be mastered by outsiders or not, taking advantage of the opportunity to steal so would definitely be profitable without loss.
But just when Gawain began searching for this information, a strange noise suddenly ca from high above.
He looked up in astonishnt and saw the once clear and bright sky had cracked open with a massive rift. The ugly fissure rapidly spread in all directions like a scar tearing through the world, while the magnificent world constructed by the mind network shattered quickly as the rift spread. Distant city towers collapsed and broke apart, and floating islands and palaces in the sky fell to the ground like an apocalypse!
Gawain’s first reaction was that his reckless behavior on the network had been exposed, or that one of his random actions had broken this still-incomplete mind network. But soon a voice echoed in his mind, making him understand what was happening:
"The stars have shifted, the God has not yet returned, the eternal dream-realm is temporarily closed, everyone return to the Grade 2 Consciousness Network."
The "residents" in the city looked at each other in astonishnt, disappointnt and anger spreading throughout the city. But these evil cult followers did not hesitate with the command. In Gawain’s view, one by one, their figures began to fade: these Eternal Sleepers logged out of the network one by one.
Gawain chuckled, thinking of the "little gifts" he left in this network, and he cut the ntal connection, satisfied.
After an indescribable but extrely brief disorientation, the virtual world ford by the Illusionary Realm dissipated, and the familiar terrace and starry sky appeared in the gradually refocusing vision.
In his view was Amber constantly bouncing around, sticking her face over to spook him.
"Oh my gosh!!" Gawain, still ntally disoriented, was startled by Amber bouncing around in front of him. He almost instinctively reached out to grab Amber’s ear but ended up grabbing nothing—the disoriented attempt missed, and it seed the half-elf’s skill in dodging magic claws had improved again.
"What are you doing!" Gawain glared at the half-elf in front of him. Although he didn’t catch her, it was clear he still managed to startle her with his aura, "Jumping around to scare people?"
"I saw you standing here with your eyes closed in a daze and thought sothing happened to you!" Amber shouted loudly in a feigned strong tone with hands on her hips, "I was just showing so concern for you, and you’re not satisfied, huh?"
"Really?"
"Of course it’s true," Amber rolled her eyes discontentedly, "And what were you doing just now? Did you fall asleep standing up? I shouted in your ear for quite a while, and you didn’t respond!"
"You even tried to wake up?" Gawain imdiately frowned, "I didn’t hear you at all. Hmm, it seems next ti I’ll need to find a way to spare so attention to the disturbances in the real world, or else there’ll be hidden dangers..."
"What are you talking about?" Amber blinked her eyes, "Did you really fall into a muddled sleep?"
"Don’t worry, I’m fine," Gawain could see that at least half of the half-elf was genuinely concerned about him, so he smiled and waved, "By the way, what did you co to find for?"
Amber imdiately showed a happy expression, casually pulling out a deck of cards: "Co play cards, co play cards! I finally managed to persuade Tiel to play cards, and now you’re the only one missing!"
Gawain couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth: "Tiel..."
The disgrace of the elf can communicate with that brain-damaged sea demon? Doesn’t this reduce sanity?!
Or is it that since both are disgraces to their races, they cancel each other out...
"Co play cards, co play cards~~"
Amber excitedly bounced around, while Gawain felt an unprecedented headache—he suddenly felt that dealing with those Eternal Sleepers was sowhat easier...
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