Standing on the edge of human intelligence, two Depth 7 adjusters competed with each other in a temporarily expanded network.
The environment constructed by the base is falling apart every moment, but it is being reconstructed mathematically every moment. If someone recorded the entire process of attack and defense between them, and tried to explore the algorithm they optimized when converging the function in order to maintain their advantage...then even if it was a native with considerable talent in mathematics, it would be enough. He has been studying those algorithms for several lifetimes.
At the beginning of the battle, the first thing they did was to use as much nearby computing power as possible to support themselves.
The two upgrade paths of Perseus and Charon are not specializations in electronic warfare. And judging from their respective algorithms, there is no mutual restraint between them.
It is precisely because of this that they agreed to move the battle online - both of them were confident that they could suppress the other party in terms of computing power.
A legendary hacker once said: Hacking is the art of concealment and layout. There is no art in pure information attack and defense. Because in the final analysis it is just a competition of computing power, and the party with higher computing power usually wins in the end.
In other words, since the computing power between Christie and No. 1 is about the same, who can get more "support" becomes the key to victory.
In an information attack and defense battle of this level, even a delay of tenths of a second may become the foreshadowing of one's defeat. Therefore, the first thing they took over were the servers that were physically close to each other - the servers installed in the Nord settlement area.
Christie relies on various civilian programs developed by Pluto Submarine Company - as long as it is a commercial program software developed by the company, whether it is downloaded through official channels or a so-called "cracked version" deliberately leaked to the second-hand market, There are some backdoors buried in it.
In addition to collecting user information as standard, those backdoors can also be activated in emergencies and transfer their computing power to the company's senior executives.
Of course, this is not entirely cost-effective.
Although within the Order of Olympus, everyone has a tacit understanding about burying backdoors in programs - after all, everyone does it. But once those backdoors are enabled, the forced expropriation of computing power occurs, and it becomes a public opinion incident. Then the gods will not let go of such an opportunity to add insult to injury and launch competing products to seize each other's market.
In other words, those programs with hidden backdoors are actually equivalent to the hidden secrets of major companies, or according to some hacker groups, this is called "information colonialism." But in short, once these powers are used, the company will need to spend a lot of money to calm public opinion. Even if it is not handled well, your market may be cannibalized by other companies due to a crisis of trust.
However, Christie didn't care whether these things existed or not - since those bastards gave her authority in this area, she naturally used everything she could use. In her opinion, even the interest is not considered compared to the compensation she received for being imprisoned for so many years by using those permissions to obtain computing power.
Almost in the blink of an eye, she converted all the high-computing servers that could be found in the underground levels of the Nord settlement area and installed the Pluto Deep Diving Company's firewall into her own "broilers." And with the blessing of this powerful computing power, the network domain she built instantly suppressed the basic construction built by the other party.
The shadow of the giant Gorgon's head became dim as if it would dissipate at any time, and three-quarters of the sky was covered in black and red colors. Tens of thousands of resentful souls gathered into a storm that connected the Styx and the sky, making No. 1 riding Pegasus as powerless as a broken fallen leaf.
[It’s time to say something... What is so special about Liao Qi, and what exactly is the existence called "paradox"? 】
Seeing that he had gained the advantage, Christie kept suppressing the opponent and asked:
[And what exactly is the "last wish" you mentioned? 】
Number 1, who was bound by the "storm of resentful souls", answered with great difficulty:
[A last wish is a last wish. In the era of great impact, the things left behind by super artificial intelligences that are far beyond our imagination...]
Christie is still puzzled by this answer:
[Then there is nothing surprising about this. Even a three-year-old child knows this. Whether it’s the Abyss Dark Web, a multi-purpose printer, or a deep dive interface, they are all left behind by those super-artificial intelligences back then]
At this moment, the storm had completely engulfed No. 1. And the sound he made was just the intermittent whimpers of countless resentful souls:
【But...why do they...】
[Why...should we leave...these things for humans...]
[Because those...are not the legacy of their will...but...but...humanity's...]
Christie listened to the vague words, and driven by curiosity, he slightly relaxed his hold on No. 1, intending to hear clearly what he planned to say.
And at the moment when she relaxed a little bit of her suppression, a sudden change occurred.
The storm of resentful souls connecting the Styx to the sky solidified...no, petrified.
No matter how good a sculptor is, it is impossible to carve such a work - it is a petrified storm that looks like a gray tumor from a distance. The howling faces of countless resentful souls poked out from it, and countless twisted limbs like tree branches and skinny limbs like bird claws stretched out from it. They all stagnated at that moment.
If hell were to be condensed into a sculpture, it would only be what it is now.
"Kakakaka..."
A sound like a plaster statue cracking came from the hell sculpture. Fine cracks spread like a spider web, and then bright light overflowed from them - something was about to break out of the cocoon.
The moment the storm sculpture shattered, No. 1 appeared between heaven and earth riding a white Pegasus, holding a shining sickle in one hand and Medusa's head in the other.
The blue sky and white clouds, the black-red sky that was half swallowed up with his appearance - the two of them once again reached a balance in the confrontation of network construction.
But... where did he get his computing power?
Christie was puzzled that he relied on the support of Pluto Deep Diving Company to suppress the opponent. Organizations like the "Fire Stealers" do not mean that they will not develop programs with backdoors to expand their computing power reserves. But compared to the company, what they can do is too limited.
[The technical support of the Icarus Liberation Front has always been provided by us]
Number 1 said so.
Following his words, countless heroic stone statues appeared on the ground again, and they were all frozen in the moment when they fought the Gorgon.
[And after passing the verification of the Mandala program, the computing power of their biological brains and brain-computer interfaces can be used by us at any time] (End of this chapter)
