A prompt erged: "Any network interface."
Is it that convenient?
Su Ziyu raised his phone: "Can this thing work?"
"Yes." Streams of data erged.
In Su Ziyu’s palm, traces of electricity appeared, and the stream of data in his mind began to operate on its own. His consciousness connected to a vast information network that surrounded the entire Earth, completely different from the Wasteland World, forming a fully closed-loop network. Countless complex information flooded into his mind, making him feel extrely uncomfortable for a mont, but soon these useless pieces of information were entirely blocked out.
He had not only connected to the network but also to countless electromagnetic signals and more, which were not information that a human brain could process.
This special state was not one he could maintain for long, and the process of maintaining it was quite uncomfortable.
"Starting the computation ability of the Divine Format!..."
"Connecting to the information network!..."
"Searching for the target!... Infiltration complete!..."
In just a breath’s ti, Su Ziyu had already found his target and quickly arranged a new identity for himself.
"Is this the suppression of civilization level?" Su Ziyu muttered.
The whole process was so fast it was a bit unbelievable.
Apart from the slight discomfort when connecting to the information network and invoking the computation ability of the Divine Format, he felt quite at ease during the process.
After all, he was not a real human computer. When he connected to a satellite before, Su Ziyu also felt a bit uncomfortable.
However, with the help of the Space-Ti Monitor System’s ability, any network on Earth seed virtually non-existent to him. Previously, the only modern plane he had visited was the Wasteland World, where the internet no longer existed, and many functions of the Space-Ti Monitor System were unusable. But upon returning to Earth, he found that so functions were indeed extraordinarily powerful.
In simple terms, he could use the Space-Ti Monitor System as a super artificial intelligence from the interstellar civilization era.
Infiltrating the current information network on Earth was indeed too easy.
This involuntarily reminded Su Ziyu of a news story he had read before, where a red-crowned crane had its upper beak broken during a fight. Later, a doctor fitted it with a 3D-printed titanium alloy beak, and from then on, it was invincible in its crane group fights.
This is the disparity between higher civilizations and lower ones.
For current humans, using dical ans to replace a crane’s beak with a 3D-printed titanium alloy one is not difficult, just a small surgery.
But for that crane, it suddenly stood at the pinnacle of the entire group.
If cranes had wisdom, they might even regard this titanium alloy beak as a legendary Divine Artifact, an incomprehensible wonder, passing it down for a long, long ti.
The Space-Ti Monitor System is a creation of a higher civilization.
Although it’s an invisible data stream, for Su Ziyu, he actually is like that crane with a titanium alloy beak, because to this day, he cannot truly obtain control of the ’Hourglass of Ti.’
Compared to the Space-Ti Monitor System, the Hourglass of Ti is the most mysterious thing.
Superdinsional.
Incomprehensible, currently uncontrollable.
Perhaps because he has yet to receive recognized permissions, the Hourglass of Ti is a special existence he cannot completely master, even if he ascends to beco a demigod. He even guessed that the previous Space-Ti Inspector might not have been able to fully control it.
The Space-Ti Monitor System is just an auxiliary tool attached to the Hourglass of Ti.
Three days passed quickly.
When Su Ziyu boarded the plane to Tokyo, he didn’t expect he would waste so many days.
Upon returning, he found that integrating into the information age was not easy.
Especially on Earth, where the network has not beco the sole entity. He could easily use the Space-Ti Monitor System to arrange a new identity for himself, but the next day he still had to go to the public security bureau to reapply for a second-generation ID card.
Oh, dear.
How could a dignified demigod be troubled by a small second-generation resident ID card?
Unless Su Ziyu intended to smuggle his way across borders, he had to prepare these things.
A genuinely existing reasonable identity certification.
"I must be a fake demigod." When Su Ziyu finished handling all of this, he felt a little deflated.
If Earth’s civilization advanced a bit more and the network beca the sole entity, it would be much easier for him to arrange identities. But as of now, the Earth’s civilization network is not the sole entity, and these things like ID cards and passports still require physical objects. He couldn’t just rely on Mind Suggestion all the way. Although he used so small techniques of Mind Suggestion to obtain everything he wanted in the shortest ti,
For a powerful demigod, such experiences were a bit exasperating indeed.
ID card, passport, bank card, and so forth.
During this period, Su Ziyu quietly sold so gold, exchanging it for about five million yuan in total, which should be enough for the most basic expenses.
He didn’t plan to test the response chanisms of the Earth’s plane banking systems.
This is a genuine identity.
In the future, for convenience, he would prepare so fake identities for himself.
"Good day."
"May I help you with sothing?" A gentle female voice sounded beside him.
Su Ziyu turned and glanced at the beautiful flight attendant in uniform next to him, smiling, "Just a glass of plain water, please."
The plane took off.
From Shanghai to Tokyo took less than three hours, and Su Ziyu booked a first-class ticket online, priced at around seven thousand yuan.
The tis are changing.
Compared to six years ago, everything on Earth has indeed altered a lot. Especially when Su Ziyu just discovered that even buying a bottle of water roadside could be paid for with a mobile phone. His return this ti felt like the biggest changes were in takeout, online shopping, and convenient paynts, as if these things had thoroughly perated every household. It must be said, life-wise, it’s more comfortable on Earth, with everything you wear or use available conveniently, as long as you have money you can enjoy everything you need freely.
Ho truly is comfortable.
Su Ziyu casually found a five-star hotel, booked a presidential suite and lay there for three days, waking up to go out and look for things he used to want to eat and enjoy.
Finally, he felt his tense spirit had completely recovered.
Japan, Tokyo.
This was still Su Ziyu’s first ti coming to this international tropolis, previously only hearing that Tokyo was quite hot.
"I’m suffocating."
A round golden hamster climbed out from Su Ziyu’s pocket, carefully looking around, then woefully saying, "I’m hungry."
"Shall we go get sothing to eat?"
Su Ziyu flicked it lightly with his finger, softly saying, "Shut up. Go back."
"Eat in the evening."
He directly took a taxi from Narita Airport to Tokyo’s Shinjuku District. According to Money Mouse, many demons were primarily active in this area.
Another area with more demon activity was the Shibuya District.
"Are we really going to Kabukicho?"
"There are a lot of demons there!" The Money Mouse’s expression was a bit fearful, speaking softly.
This mouse was too weak.
It only knew Su Ziyu was mighty but couldn’t truly see how powerful. The Kabukicho area in Shinjuku District was a stronghold for demons, with many demons lurking in Tokyo frequenting the area.
Of course, it was also the most famous Red Light District in Tokyo.
"Get in." Su Ziyu directly picked up the Money Mouse and stuffed it into his backpack.
He frowned, looking at Tokyo’s sky, as bright spiritual light flashed in his eyes, muttering, "It indeed went wrong here!"
In his sight.
The entire sky over Tokyo seed to have cracks, and he could even sense a faint demon aura emanating from spatial rifts.
That was the taste of the Ghost Capital!
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