GBP Chapter 238 London Shadow: Please come in, son!
Chapter 238 London Shadow: Please come in, son!
Chapter 238 London Shadow: Please come in, son!
The hypnotic technique, aided by magic, accelerates thought processes, creating a discrepancy between the passage of time in consciousness and reality.
During the halftime break, each player returned to the game lobby with their own computer to discuss countermeasures.
Four of the five roads that originally represented the game's themes have withered and turned gray. The ashes-like fragments are piling up like an avalanche, and it's only a matter of time before they spread to the London stage.
Heimen Yaoye accessed his half of the permissions: "The other children have been eliminated and transferred to the core Paradise map. The virus that Sindora introduced is very powerful. I'm temporarily using data from the other four maps to resist it, but it won't last long."
“According to calculations, the ‘Cocoon’ game program can only last for another half hour at most.” Noah’s Ark looked at the rapid spread of the virus with a solemn expression. “Moreover, the interface between the Mihana Municipal Building and the external network has been artificially blocked. If I try to force my way through, I’m afraid I will damage some of the original data.”
Influenced by various works on the theme of "mechanical crisis", humanity's perception of supercomputers is often too idealistic.
In his previous life, Black Gate had often seen stereotypes that exaggerated the capabilities of Noah's Ark, such as system intrusion, supercomputers, and so on... but the reality was often much more realistic.
Just as humans develop strengths through exercise, various programs have their own corresponding research and development directions, and Noah's Ark is no exception.
Having the title of "advanced artificial intelligence" does not mean that he is the pinnacle of the computer field, combining the strengths of all. On the contrary, this title has long pointed out the direction of his iterative progress: simulating certain human thought processes and intelligent behaviors.
Ultimately, Noah's Ark was only created two years ago. During this period, he spent most of his time on personality simulation and improvements based on the original DNA identification process, which is why it became so human-like.
In terms of cybersecurity, he only has the firewall built by Hiroki for basic self-protection; intrusion and defense are not his areas of expertise.
Imagine if he could really hack into and remotely control equipment and large facilities, wouldn't it be great to collect evidence directly through the dark web and kill Sindora?
"Tsk!" Noah's Ark clicked its tongue impatiently.
The virus provided by the Ark Organization spreads rapidly and is highly infectious; he is not yet capable of handling it!
Normally, he would have backed up the data beforehand. But today he came with the determination to end it all, his intention being to hack into the site and access the core data; he never expected to walk right into a trap!
Kuromon Haruya squinted, quite satisfied with the effect of the personality simulation proposal—or rather, the reconciliation proposal.
"One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." Noah's Ark, long immersed in Hiroki Sawada's kindness, was somewhat ill-suited to the organization. Assigning it to the personality of "Yoruya Kuromon" perfectly filled the gaps with malice and aggression.
"If no other measures are taken... it will indeed take about half an hour."
"Other measures?" Noah's Ark noticed the hidden meaning in his words.
Kuromon Yayoi remained silent, only blinking sincerely.
"...Okay, I agree to extend the game in a deal. What's the price? How do you plan to combat the virus?"
"Relax, just consider it a gift for the alliance." Kuromon Haruya raised his index finger, shook it in denial, and then pointed it at himself. "No price is required. I just need you to cover my death."
"Your death?"
"Of course!" When this topic came up, the previously relaxed face suddenly became very interested.
Kuromon Haruya clutched his chest, speaking with the tenderness of a lover whispered in the dead of night: "To be honest, I haven't experienced being wiped out on a data level yet."
Aren't you curious? If you lose your will due to a viral invasion, will your body feel pain, will your internal organs reject it? Is it a momentary annihilation or a long, agonizing feeling of helplessness...? How sweet it all is.
Just as Noah's Ark was about to test whether he had been hacked, Kuromon Haruya suddenly calmed down, becoming a completely different person: "Well, I was just kidding."
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“The human brain is more sophisticated than any known server.” He clicked on a program diagram: “Didn’t you just ask me how I planned to fight the virus? The answer is simple: use my brain as a relay server. Twenty-six years of memories, converted into data, would be a massive amount, wouldn’t it?”
“That’s right, but that would affect your body.” Noah’s Ark was only halfway through his sentence when he realized what he meant by “covering up.”
After brain death, the body will stop abruptly. If Haruya Kuromon dies in the capsule, the game's life monitoring program will sound an alarm, and Noah's Ark's job is to block the monitoring.
'But is this really the right thing to do? Kuromon Haruya's claim of immortality is only his side of the story. If he really has to sacrifice himself because of this...'
'...Wouldn't that be the optimal solution for the trial?'
......
As the play progresses, the stage setting also changes.
The full moon, hanging high in the night sky, slowly rotated in a time-lapse video. Dawn was breaking, and the sky was once again a rare clear blue. In the blink of an eye, the group, who had just thought they were going to sleep and rest in the game, were dressed in brand-new clothes and gathered outside a beautiful building.
The Royal Opera House is one of the oldest and most famous opera houses in London and the world.
The clock face pointed to 9 o'clock, exactly the same as the pocket watch in Kuromon Haruya's hand:
"According to intelligence, Ms. Irene Adler will perform at 10 p.m. tonight and will stay in the VIP lounge connected to the back of the theater during the day."
"Follow me to the side entrance, and don't reveal your whereabouts."
After passing through winding corridors and climbing stairs, Kurokawa Haruya led the way at a leisurely pace, easily arriving at the lounge on the third floor.
On the luxurious Baroque-style walnut wood door, [Eileen Adler]'s nameplate and profile portrait are pasted.
"This is it."
The place to meet the cross-dressing father!
Conan stared intently at the portrait, as if facing a formidable enemy, as if what stood before him was not a wooden door, but Gin and Vodka wielding machine guns.
One second, two seconds, seven seconds passed. The entire arena was silent; not a single person moved.
With a puzzled look in his eyes, Conan slowly turned his head—before he knew it, everyone had formed a circle around him, all eyes fixed on him.
Huh? Why isn't everyone opening the door yet?
"cough."
A soft cough broke the silence. Kuromon Haruya raised his eyebrows haughtily, took a step back, and extended his right hand forward.
[Kuromon Haruya: Quick, strike a pose like me!]
[Noah's Ark: Okay.]
Noah's Ark, Ai Haibara, Sonoko Suzuki... one by one, former companions suddenly draw a line, pushing Conan toward the gates of that heinous Pandora!
Squeak—
The door hinges turned slowly.
The layered tulle skirt, like alluring flower petals, trembled gently with every leg sway, soft and juicy, sparking the imagination. Through the glimpses of red gauze, a faint flesh color peeked out, revealing a pair of long, slender legs, slightly exposed and covered in hair, directly facing the doorway, unexpectedly catching Conan's eye.