Chapter 309
NO.0144: The Evil Spirit on the Beacon Tower
The fifth basement level of the resettlement area houses the broadcasting center.
"What do you mean by all external lines being cut off?"
Right Jingoro grabbed the operator who had reported to him by the collar, roaring with a ferocious expression:
"Didn't you say that several of the lines were extra fiber optic lines you installed and that you switched to the Silber network protocol? How could they have been hacked? Did someone come over and cut them with scissors?"
Goro was furious at this moment, because logically speaking, if even Lingbo Network couldn't send information out, then the problem must lie with the internal servers.
In other words, there must have been a traitor among those present.
Someone betrayed Icarus's beliefs.
"That's just the way it is, and there's nothing you can do about it if you try to shift the blame onto us. The other side has blocked all of our information channels, including those on Lingbo.com."
The guy that Goro had lifted up didn't hold back at all. He roughly tore off Goro's fingers and then slammed him hard onto the cold ground.
"If you don't believe me, go into the deep-sea chamber and see for yourself. Even the roads to Limbo are blocked."
The man scrambled to his feet, cursing under his breath.
Goro didn't bother arguing with him and went straight to the information terminal in the corner of the broadcast room. He first brought up the Deep Dive program, then sat down and connected his brain-computer interface.
He didn't even activate the base simulation program; he simply relied on his hacker vision to forcefully observe the surrounding information flow.
In an instant, the real world shattered before his eyes and was then reconstructed into images of data.
In his mind, this radio station was a beacon tower yet to be lit—once the smoke of war rises, the whole world will be engulfed in flames of resistance.
Uploading that surreal movie would have been as simple as lighting a beacon for them, but now...
hurricane.
The heavy rain made it impossible for Goro, who was standing on the beacon tower, to see anything more than ten meters away.
Strangely, however, the image of a "storm" was already sufficient to suggest that the radio station was being blocked. But for some reason, he could also see a thin layer of mist enveloping the surroundings—a repetitive image that was clearly superfluous for the iridophone brain region's translation function.
"Playing tricks..."
Muttering in extreme displeasure, Goro raised his hands and spread his arms as if embracing the sky, summoning his icebreaker.
The image of the icebreaker is the blazing sun, and the boy flying towards the blazing sun!
The wings, sewn with wax, fanned a howling storm, while the approaching blazing sun began to evaporate the surrounding rain.
Even if all the rain in the world is poured out and all the winds blow across the world, my scorching sun will still rise as usual!
Goro felt his blood boiling again!
Yes… those fellow members of the Dionysian cult in the past were far too incompetent. Every action they took was meticulously planned, and every change they made was made in fear of attracting the attention of the gods.
Despite possessing technology capable of changing the world, they are always afraid that they cannot bear the consequences of changing the world.
The so-called Dionysian spirit has long since vanished from them!
It's like the Elysian Order, which stole the name of Dionysus but chose to bow to the Olympian order, huddling in a corner of the world to carry out its creation games.
Two storms clashed around him, and the thick curtain of rain was gradually pushed back by his rising sun.
But for some reason, the thin mist still enveloped the surroundings.
Fortunately, there haven't been any major impacts so far.
While battling the torrential rain, Goro thought to himself.
Back then, they were a group of young people with ideals of changing the world, who angrily broke away from the old guys who bowed to the established order. But now, times have changed, and those young people have become hesitant old guys themselves.
Even though the technology of the Dionysus virus is already mature and capable of programming consciousness, they are still struggling with what to write into the brains of all mankind in order to achieve a better future.
Is now the time to discuss what we should write?
Could there be a future that could be worse than the present?
Even a resistance organization struggling to survive in a remote place like the Nord resettlement area, under the siege of the government and the company, can understand this principle.
But they were still hesitant.
And... looking back now, I feel ashamed that I hesitated back then.
Fortunately, I watched that great work of mimicry.
Goro thought to himself.
After watching the simulation, he realized how cowardly he had been in the past.
At this moment, the boy's wings began to burn—a sign that his icebreaker was about to reach its limit.
But he didn't care. All he saw was that the rain curtain around him was getting thinner and thinner, and the hacker hiding behind the rain curtain was about to expose his position.
What could be a better source of inspiration for the fight than the Dionysus virus?
As the wings scattered to the ground, the surrounding wind and rain ceased. At the same time, the puddles on the beacon tower gradually dried up under the blazing sun—they would soon be able to ignite the beacon fires themselves.
However, the annoying thin fog around us had not yet dissipated.
What program was used to transform this imagery?
Goro looked at the mist with some confusion.
Then, he saw what appeared to be two phosphorescent lights flickering in the mist, and then…
A black dog suddenly darted out and bit his throat.
The immense force jolted him backward, bringing him back to reality, followed by a sharp pain in the back of his head.
A series of metallic footsteps echoed in his ears. He turned his head and looked up along the legs of the person who had just entered.
A familiar figure, but an unfamiliar voice.
"I am extremely disappointed in you, Goro."
He probably used poor reverb to cover up his voice because he was ashamed.
Goro thought for a moment, then retorted:
“I’m just as disappointed in you, Booker.”
…………
Although the illustrator was initially full of confidence, saying that he could block the entire broadcasting station's network by himself and ensure that not even a single byte of information could get out, Jiang Zhou, who was next to him, could see that he was visibly sweating.
Suppressing a group of hackers with iridobrain regions in their brains must be no easy task for one person.
Jiang Zhou thought to himself.
It was at this moment that a file package was suddenly sent from the Hell Realm.
That's strange, the zombies are actually sending me things on their own initiative...
Jiang Zhou muttered to himself, then started looking at the properties of the file package.
hiss……
Malicious program?
Jiang Zhou was startled when he saw the red "serious warning" marker.
Where did Hell Path get that dark web malware from...? Oh...
He glanced at the cartographer beside him, whose upper body was asleep while his lower body, made of metal, held up the deep-sea pod and propelled him forward at a rapid pace—the upper and lower body each had their own function, which was quite convenient.
It's probably the malicious program he got into the Hell Path brain-computer interface before.
But how did Hell Path manage to package and send it over?
You have to understand that malicious programs are somewhat intelligent. Unless they are forcefully suppressed or willing to cooperate, they won't just obediently allow themselves to be packaged and sent.
No, the more important question is, what does it mean that he suddenly sent this thing?
For a moment, Jiang Zhou didn't know what to do with this thing. But then...
The malicious program instantly unfolded on its own. In Jiang Zhou's hacker vision, it transformed into a black dog running rampant inside the brain-computer interface, but it did not cause any damage to the program inside.
Then, before Jiang Zhou could summon the ice wall to suppress it, it rushed out as if the ice wall didn't exist.
In a hacker's perspective, it's like a ghost disappearing into the artist's body.
A few seconds later, the draftsman slowly opened his eyes.
"These guys are a bit tougher than I thought, but luckily I'm a bit better."
He answered without changing his expression.
Jiang Zhou watched him show off quietly, while simultaneously using Jim's abilities to begin analyzing his representational topology.
There's no other way, I can't hold on any longer, I have to summon back one of the evil spirits' followers...
The illustrator, who thought he had concealed his expression well, thought to himself.
Fortunately, the mortician's abilities are only so-so, and his true form is in the data center and can't escape. There's really no need to waste an evil spirit minion on him.
He comforted himself in this way at the same time.
But then he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Although the redirect address looks fine, why is the evil spirit being recalled so quickly?
Could it be that there's a server speed boost on Lady Hecate's home turf? (End of Chapter)