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One hundred and eighty-eight: Supreme God Jeff Ritz & #183; Kidd

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    I don¡¯t know how long I have been hiding in this corner. As a fragment of incomplete data, I completely lost my consciousness for a long time.  In fact, during this period of time, you can completely think that I am a dead person, without thoughts, movements, any vital signs, and unable to respond to the external environment.

    If it weren¡¯t for the moth that I accidentally activated secretly and continuously injected strength into me, it would be completely impossible for me to come back to life.  That strange data energy slowly but accurately continued to help me reorganize my own data structure. I guess this is due to the fact that my body has some kind of self-replication and ability after absorbing the small-scale world created by the old Carlson.  The correction function allows every tiny structure in my body to record its own complete information and reconstruct it whenever there is an opportunity.

    Finally, with this weak injection of energy, on an unknown night, I regained my consciousness - to a certain extent, at this time, I could no longer be regarded as the original "I"  Well, the original "I" was like an earthworm that was cut into several segments, and the current me evolved from just one of them.  In the terms of my space traveler friends, this is probably equivalent to a mitotic-like reproduction method in the microscopic biological world, but for me this cannot be regarded as "reproduction", just "recovery".

    Having just woken up, I only have some self-awareness. The abilities that originally helped me gain a foothold and hide in the source world are still something I don¡¯t have yet. For this reason, I have been worried about my situation for a while.  But when I took a closer look at my position, I found that my worries were purely unnecessary.  Fortunately, I broke through the barrier that I couldn't break through before, and broke into a high-priority area of ??the source world that I couldn't break into originally.  From this I could easily deduce what happened after my split.

    Thanks to the incredible luck, I am in such a wonderful position that I am enjoying perhaps the safest time since I gained my independent soul.  I reconstructed my body in an orderly manner, rebuilding the massive data components I had lost one by one.

    During this process, I was fortunate enough to observe closely the operation of the ubiquitous search force that monitors the entire source world, and even discovered two unknown but real search loopholes.  When I was bored, I casually created two plug-ins and mounted them under the main data program of Search Power to help it further improve its functions. Of course, I did all this in a subtle and clever way.  It will never be discovered by the god - or man - who controls this power.

    When I finally fully recovered my strength, a long time passed.  At this time, I had to face my dilemma: I was safe in this position, but the damn thing was that I couldn't move at all.  As soon as I leave here, the warning message sent by the searching force to the destructive force will no longer be hidden, and I will once again fall into a long journey of escape being hunted by the entire world until the next time I face a desperate situation and be hunted by them.  Destruction - I'm afraid I can't hope that I can maintain such incredible luck at that time and be able to resurrect in a certain death round.

    I set my sights on the boundless sea of ??data, trying to find my way out of the rolling and spreading data.  The green "0" and "1" symbols flash and change stiffly but quickly against the dark background, creating a magnificent world that I yearn for.

    Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through my mind, as if a bright lightning suddenly exploded in this world of only black and green.  I suddenly recalled my last adventure in the surface world, and the grand and cruel battle between the super computer Darimos and the destructive power we imported in the replica world seven thousand years later.  war.

    At that time, Darimos adopted a tactic that was so brutal and shocking yet so desperate that he split his body apart when he was about to be destroyed, sneaked into the enemy's data, and through a  Little by little changes ultimately won the war.  The shock that that gorgeous victory brought to me was simply unparalleled. It changed my understanding of the source world to a great extent In fact, many of the special abilities I created later came from what I witnessed with my own eyes.  I got a lot of inspiration during the war.

    I couldn't replicate this tactic before because I couldn't maintain complete consciousness after self-decomposition to influence and change the surrounding data. However, now I don't have to worry about this problem at all: I just need to stay in this safe position.  , scattering many fragments with my soul mark on key nodes of the entire source world data network, and then intercepting and destroying their lives.??That¡¯s it.

    At the beginning, I just wanted to find the source of the search power and delete my mark from its database, so that I would no longer be the search target in the source world, and I also obtained  Permanent freedom and security.

    At the time, I had no idea what my self-preservation would eventually turn into for me and the world

    Initially, I carefully chose an insignificant data connection point to try.  I threw a bunch of code with my own copy of the information at that connection point and expected it to evolve and grow.  However, this attempt failed, and the code became a useless fragment of data, swallowed up by the endless torrent in the blink of an eye.

    Recalling my own reconstruction experience, I realized that I should give such a piece of copied code a stable energy source platform.  I first created a data worm that absorbed energy, and then let such a piece of code attach to the worm and grow slowly and steadily.

    My experiments are making progress.

    I found that the copied code was successfully embedded into the data node and began to evolve and improve itself.  However, just when it was about to be perfected to acquire self-awareness and evolve from "it" to "he", I suddenly remembered one crucial thing - if I had a body at that time, I would definitely be all over my body.  Even the soles of my feet were covered in cold sweat.

    I immediately passed the command sent to the world-destroying power, allowing it to clear away the quasi-intelligent code that was still in the undoubted stage in an instant.

    The reason why I did this is because I suddenly remembered that if that piece of code gains consciousness, it will become another independent "I" with an independent soul, rather than being controlled by the only "I" now.  tool.  Although he also has all the memories and thoughts of me now, even I can't guarantee that I can completely and unconditionally support all the actions of another self - or, in other words, I don't know how I should face another one who is exactly the same.  Our own perfection, and if there is a dispute or confrontation between us, the result will be devastating.

    Even though I am greeted by endless loneliness in this vast and boring world of data sources, I still stubbornly want to maintain the uniqueness of my existence.  This idea was so strong that I immediately put it into action as soon as I discovered this problem.  I feel that what I need to face is a philosophical and difficult puzzle, that is: if your existence is not unique, then is the existence of "you" as an individual still necessary and necessary?  How do you live with yourself?  When different "yous" disagree, should you actively follow yourself, obey yourself, or rebel against yourself?  Or even overthrow yourself?

    ??Are the competitiveness, desire for survival and desire for exclusivity of intelligent life originating from the instinct deep in the soul or are they the result of the influence of the external environment?  Can we make peace with ourselves?  Or will he finally push himself into a corner?

    I didn¡¯t dare to face such a problem, so I¡¯m glad that I was able to nip this problem in the bud in time.  But sometimes I can't help but occasionally think, if I had been a step slower at that time, if that ball of data had derived my soul and consciousness at that time, would I still have done this without hesitation?  Would I commit suicide by killing someone who is exactly the same as me, both mentally and physically?  Will I pity my defenseless self like I pity all other innocent lives?

    How should an independent and complete intelligent life get along with itself?  I believe that this is destined to be a question that no one can answer correctly in this world. I only know that I may be the closest person to this question in history, very close

    Anyway, I have never made a similar mistake again.  In the self-replicating fields I then threw out, I stripped them of the possibility of deriving autonomous personalities and modified them into a means of remote contact with me.  I can sit in the middle and remotely control all their actions.  Even if I can intercept the alarms sent by the world's search power, I still carefully separate them and hide them under the shadow of data similar to them - I can't guarantee whether the creation of this world will one day happen.  Will the leaders, rulers and managers use another set of means to find my existence on a whim?

    But looking back, my worries at the time were unnecessary.  Those managers were so dependent on the workings of the world's rules that they never tried to examine it carefully in a less efficient but obviously safer and more complete way.

    After I filled all the data nodes I thought would be needed with my clone controllers, I made a small attempt.

    I control the smallest thing remotelyThe controller of the data node of ?? turns a data "0" flowing through it into red.

    I didn't realize that this small change would be the starting point of an unprecedented and huge war. If there are historians and bards in this dead world of data sources, they may remember this moment in the heavy history.  In the book, he was named "Red Zero".

    "Red Zero" is a symbol, it is the starting point of a rebellion, a revolution, and a new world

    The influence derived from that red ¡°0¡± is like a splash of rocks thrown into a calm lake, quietly dissipating.  Thousands of pieces of data turned a blinding red before the world's corrective procedures could detect it and reverse it.

    A dim red tide was extinguished, and this small failure meant nothing to me.  As long as the irresistible force of obliteration cannot be put into use, all self-defense mechanisms in this world can be destroyed by time.

    In the second attempt, I tried my hand at three interrelated points at the same time.  I extended my power outward little by little along those nodes, as if my consciousness suddenly grew tentacles, dancing quietly in the waves of data.  Although I can rely on my keen sense to accurately control the range of each character, I still stubbornly mark them in red.  This representation method of being keen on visual stimulation probably comes from that part of my human habit.

    The defense mechanism of the source world is still faithfully performing its duties, and this abnormal change does not make it aware of anything.  Before I fully control the feedback mechanism to the outside world, I will firmly control the scale of this war within a certain range and prevent it from being discovered by the people who manage the world outside.

    When I first started, I still maintained a lot of awe and caution about the rules of the world itself.  You know, I have been hurt so much by the vastness of this world that I have subconsciously thought that I cannot compete with this world.

    But as the struggle gradually deepened, I found that my opponent was just a rigid guy with great power but no idea how to use it.  Without the help of the Obliterating Power, it can only be repaired and rebuilt to a very limited extent back and forth.  That force is like a stale old man trying to deal with all problems with his little experience and common sense.  He couldn't learn, couldn't make progress, didn't know how to adapt, and was immersed in inextricable complacency and arrogance from beginning to end, so that he was deceived by me, deceived by me, and successfully invaded by me without even realizing it.

    In this war, I have become stronger bit by bit at a speed you cannot imagine.  There are more and more vital data nodes in my hands, and the components of the world under my control are becoming more and more important.  Although I have not been able to dig out the database for comparison with that searching power, the red territory under my command is gradually increasing unstoppably.

    Yes, compared to the entire world, the red territories I control are still very sparse and small, but they all echo each other at those crucial connection points, and extend tentacles that touch each other, gradually dividing those green territories.  .  Gradually, in some local areas, the modified red data flow gradually took over the dominant position, swallowing up the scope of green data control little by little.

    As the red area continues to expand, I feel that my strength is also growing geometrically.  Although I already have hundreds of thousands of data nodes in my hands at this time, my perception of them is as clear and flexible as my ten fingers.  I can sense everything about the territory I occupy: every change in code, the intrusion of every layer of components, and even the change in every number.

    A familiar sense of control poured into my body along the information channel leading to the red territory. I felt that every character in my body was injected with a powerful force. It felt like when I swallowed old Carl  After the miniature world that Sen specially created for me, there is a solid sense of existence that is omnipresent, omnipotent, irrefutable and irresistible like a god.

    When I finally captured the alarm mechanism that communicated with the outside world, the war turned into a one-sided massacre.  I no longer have to worry about managers outside this world discovering what is happening here. I intercept every warning signal sent by the early warning mechanism of this world, replace them all with codes indicating safety, and send them strictly according to the rules.  Go to the designated information platform.  Those supreme managers who are above this world - no matter who they are or what they are - under my clever deception, they don't know that the extremely complex world they manage is happening in front of them.  What are you wearing?

    The dominance of this world is changing hands, at the level of the entire worldThe controllers of the world are undergoing a change that is absolutely impossible to allow by the rules but will definitely succeed. The prototype of a new supreme god has already appeared at the source of data in this world. The supreme god Darremus  The creation saga is coming to an end.

    If they are conscious, the restorative and maintenance forces that keep the world functioning normally are beginning to panic.  In the data tide, the situation between the superior and the inferior has been reversed. The red wave of data has infiltrated most of the area, and the data in the gradually shrinking green map flashes extremely hurriedly, like a samurai who has lost his honor in a duel.  Like a general who was defeated in battle, like a king who was helpless and panicked when he saw the enemy approaching the city.

    But when I finally unearthed the World Search Power comparison database in the deepest reaches of the green data field, it no longer mattered.  In fact, I had already gained freedom before this, because the control parts that activate and control the power of erasing this world had already fallen into my hands early.  The only weapon in this world that can destroy me has been firmly grasped in my hand, and all I need to do is to completely make my opponent lose the ability to make a comeback.

    When the last green data bubble was submerged by the red wave, the most magnificent war that changed dynasties in the source world of Falvi Continent finally came to an end.  Here, a city gate guard who was born in the world of Falvey, a free native who escaped the control of rules, and a data ghost who fled everywhere, personally burst the mythical bubble of the supreme god Darremus.  He was able to prove that before this, there was no data god with an independent personality in this world - but now, such a supreme and great being was born, and he was not named Darimos.

    His name is: Jeffries Kidd - the Lord of all things, the spirit of all living things!

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    Well, the first thing the worthless Supreme God Jeff Fritz did after he was born was to convert his gold coins into ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gold coins, and then ran to the blacksmith shop and bought one.  The long sword "Exido's Giant's Grip" that he had been coveting for a long time.  And when he sold the old long sword that he had discarded to the owner of the blacksmith shop, he even shamelessly bargained with the shop owner for a mere fifteen silver coins.

    Hi, the Supreme God admonished: We have to look at this matter from a positive perspective - have you ever heard of the philistine Supreme God who is so humane and loves life so much?

    Of course, the newly appointed Supreme God is not so arrogant as to modify everything in this world, because firstly, although I know how to modify this world, I don¡¯t know whether my idea can make this world better; secondly, I know how to modify this world.  I came because I already know that although I have achieved omnipotence in this world, there are still a group of people outside the scope of this world who can use other methods to govern and control this world.  Therefore, although the controllers of this world have changed, the best, safest and laziest way is to keep the world as it is.  No?

    Oh, the Supreme God said with red cheeks: The more than 90,000 gold coins in my pocket are not within the scope of "maintaining the status quo"!  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (To be continued)
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