Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

He looked out into the distance:

Above the sky, the diffused steel melted into heavy rain and fell on the earth.

Fang Bailu bathed in the iron rain, poured into the mud, and then -

sink.

He sank into a sea of ​​information.

That is the virtual machine of the material world, the reality in the mirror…

The digital sea composed of 1s and 0s enveloped him, embraced him, and led him to continue—

sink!

Bubbles gurgled out of Fang Bailu's mouth: these were fragments of his memory.

The water pressure pressed Fang Bailu. It was pure information: words, pictures, videos, codes… filling the universe. It was endless and limitless.

He knew everything, yet he knew nothing. The sea of ​​information passed through Fang Bailu's body, but not even a single bit of information remained.

sink……

The ocean chorus sings, telling him:

Only at the bottom of the sea can one find a tiny bit of the purest truth.

A word emerged from the depths of Fang Bailu's mind, telling him the true essence:

That is - "the highest good path".

flutter!

Just like passing through the thin film of a soap bubble, Fang Bailu reached the "bottom layer".

He came to the digital space.

Chapter 36: I Don’t Know I’m Just a Guest in My Dream (Part )

Fang Bailu seemed to wake up from a long dream, and an idea flashed through his mind:

"Surfing the Internet, no, wandering around is really fun..."

The ultimate experience of falling into a sea of ​​information had been shattered, and he only vaguely remembered some details.

“It’s time to move to the digital space.”

Fang Bailu was not sure either: because he could not speak, see, or hear at this moment. His physical senses were completely useless here, and he could only use the program to convert the information into perceptual signals.

But the preset electronic body is also shattered under the oppression of the sea of ​​information and needs to be rebuilt.

He recalled his programming knowledge and called up the electronic body preset in the cache.

In the "nothingness", Fang Bailu regained his body.

He opened his eyes and looked at himself.

The human figure is almost transparent, with blurred edges, and seems to be about to disappear at any time.

"That's enough..."

But there was still nothing around him.

In the words of qigong practitioners, at this time one must first open the "third eye".

Fang Bailu retrieved the console of "Mohist Disciple" and began sniffing the communication protocol, grabbing the surrounding data, and deciphering the encryption code——

Finally, the world gradually turned into vague visual signals, taking shape and emerging around him.

Light green grids first appeared in the void, and Fang Bailu floated in them, as if in a weightless space.

The endless waves rolling overhead were the sea of ​​information that Fang Bailu had just passed through. Digital space extended infinitely in all directions, and there was no concept of "horizon", so the edge of the sea of ​​information even exceeded the limit of vision.

Palaces, Taoist temples, temples, and high-rise buildings are scattered in the digital space. They are the visual representations of organizations in the real world.

Fang Bailu counted them lightly: New Malaysia Government, Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, Induction Society, Pan-Asian Military Industry, Buddhism...

He could still clearly see the branches of these big guys in Singapore and Malaysia.

Since he did not enter the digital space through spiritual orifices, and was limited by geographical location, bandwidth and signal attenuation - organizations outside Singapore and Malaysia and of smaller sizes were much more blurred, and some could not even be converted into visual signals.

There are exceptions:

Icebergs were floating in the distance, their surfaces wriggling strangely, as huge as planets - they were the databases of consortiums and companies in the old world.

But these companies had disappeared long before the "big power outage", leaving behind only digital "corpses".

It is said that no matter where in the world you log into the digital space, you can see them clearly - after all, it is the corpse of the entire old world, storing endless information.

Fang Bailu quickly looked away:

Just by looking at them from a long distance, Fang Bailu felt a stinging pain in his "eyes" and felt dizzy.

Because the subtle information flows emanating from the surfaces of these digital corpses alone far exceeded the processing capabilities of the "Mohist disciples" and Fang Bailu's human brain.

"It's time to get down to business."

Fang Bailu carefully observed the nodes around him that could be used for jumping: he had already made a physical connection with the Compassionate Sword, and all he had to do was find the corresponding port to enter.

Tiny points of light emanated from his blurry body, condensing into a long, thin line that extended into a cube not far away.

Fang Bailu checked the data exchange records: This is Mr. Huang Wu’s memory.

"Okay... let's get ready."

His idea was very clear: his coding ability was limited, so he should try to use the various code weapons that already existed in "Mohist Disciples".

Fang Bailu clasped his palms together, then opened them. A row of miniature swords, spears, and halberds appeared as he moved:

Trojans, data bombs, viruses, registration machines, address attackers...

Judging from their strange appearance, some were written by Mercy Knife itself, while others were modified from software products of large companies.

"There are dozens of Trojans alone... Daozi's arsenal is really complete."

Fang Bailu picked some and mounted them on his electronic body so that he could use them at any time.

With just these things, Fang Bailu can fight against ordinary hackers.

"On the underground black market, hiring someone like me would cost at least 50 yuan per time."

Fang Bailu habitually estimated the price of himself after being fully armed.

Anyway, it should be enough to assist the Mercy Blade.

Fang Bailu put on a transparent "raincoat": this is a virtual machine. It is an additional layer of system to avoid direct attacks from enemy viruses or Trojans on his main body.

The "raincoat" jumped slightly a few times: it was asking Fang Bailu for the citizen code used for camouflage.

A citizen code is required to log into the digital space in Singapore and Malaysia.

Fang Bailu is now using the new Malaysian official citizen code that the former store owner got for her through the underground black market after she woke up.

But if a fight breaks out, it is possible that the other party will capture your identity information - once your real name is exposed, even the most powerful hacker will be doomed.

"Human flesh search" on each other is also a way of fighting in the digital space.

Fang Bailu searched the armory several times but couldn't find the citizen code grabber.

"I guess Daozi has a database dedicated to storing citizen codes..."

He couldn't help but feel a little worried: if he didn't protect himself well, Mercy Blade might be distracted from protecting himself and hold him back.

"Hmm...try another one."

He planned to use his ID number from his "previous life".

I heard that before the "great blackout", Singapore and Malaysia were also part of the Pan-Asian People's Republic. The digital space is derived from the technology of the old world, and people in the new century cannot modify it. So even if it is a Pan-Asian ID number from 700 years ago, it may have login permissions.

Even if the information was captured, it would be impossible to enter the Pan Asia database for identity comparison, let alone find Fang Bailu.

Fang Bailu entered the 18-digit ID number that he knew by heart into the virtual machine:

Drop drop!

"Encephalogram verification in progress..."

"sign in suceesfully."

The auditory signal was transmitted directly into Fang Bailu's brain.

"Great! It works." He couldn't help but feel happy.

Fang Bailu put on the "raincoat" that had already been logged in, and was about to enter the port of the Compassion Blade——

"You have new unread mail."

"what?"

A sentence that suddenly sounded made Fang Bailu stunned.

"You have one unread message."

"You have a new notification."

……

One reminder after another rang in Fang Bailu's mind, and they were getting more and more urgent.

In a flash, all kinds of clues rushed into his mind like a distorted symphony!

"Stop...stop new message notifications..."

In pain, Fang Bailu barely pulled himself together and closed the endless prompts.

The extremely dense and terrifying sound finally stopped.

Fang Bailu refocused his attention and checked the communication records:

These reminders all came from Fang Bailu’s Pan Asia ID number.

"What's going on? Are these the emails and messages I received during my hibernation...?"

After waking up, Fang Bailu tried to log into the email or social media accounts from his "previous life".

But those websites and apps had disappeared without a trace in the new century, so he had to give up.

Now it seems that they are also tied to Fang Bailu’s Pan Asia ID number.

flutter!

Just as he was wondering, a small flyer came from somewhere and stuck to Fang Bailu's blurry virtual arm.

Another prompt pops up in the form of visual text:

"Unread emails, notifications, messages, etc. are being read - 0.00...001%."

Fang Bailu touched the colorful leaflet, and the information seeped in:

"Da'ao Royal Online Casino, hot dealers dealing cards online..."

Snapped!

Another small piece of paper, this time pressed against his heart:

"Candyman in your wishlist is on sale! Click..."

After waking up, I have never seen the familiar names and phrases again...

He was convinced that the company that sent these emails had long since perished in the "blackout."

But now...

"Is this all spam from Old Century?"

He thought of the Yixianqian blind date system and the citizen identity recognition system built into the flying sword.

Long after the companies of the old century have crumbled into dust, their cloud services will continue to operate.

"Has my account been receiving spam for over 700 years? Doesn't that mean..."

Blah blah blah!

Like the sound of countless birds flapping their wings together—