Activating the Omniscient System, I'm doomed!

It's 2 a.m. Northern California time.

A seemingly random text post was quietly released:

[A certain country plans to buy up large quantities of wild Ganoderma lucidum. Don't think I don't know what you're up to!]

If this post were made by an ordinary person, naturally no one would pay attention.

But this account belongs to Proden, the president of the North Continent General Association.

The post was captured by countries around the world within a minute of being published, who were trying to decipher its underlying meaning.

It was 3 p.m. in China at the time, and many departments had noticed the latest developments in Proden, but they were all completely baffled.

Only the director of the Information Department of the State Special Bureau's pupils contracted, and he grabbed two documents and rushed to the director's office.

"Director Li, something's happened!"

Li Guofeng was finalizing next year's medicinal herb budget with the purchasing department when he saw He barge in. Li Guofeng said sternly, "Director He, you're a veteran in the bureau, why are you still so reckless? What's wrong?"

"We are being monitored by foreign countries."

As Director He spoke, he handed over the two documents he was holding.

"The document above is the minutes from yesterday's meeting in Conference Room 3. The document below is a text post published by Proden ten minutes ago."

Li Guofeng looked down and flipped through the pages, his expression immediately changing. "Isn't what Proden was talking about the same medicinal herb we decided on in conference room number 3 yesterday?"

"Yes, this is definitely not a coincidence," Director He guessed. "I suspect there's a listening device in conference room number 3, or that there's something wrong with the people who attended the meeting?"

"Of course it's not a coincidence!" Li Guofeng stood up. "Isn't the intention behind his post a warning? To tell us not to train people with special physical qualities?"

After saying that, he picked up the landline on the table, dialed a number, and said, "Director Qin, immediately check meeting room number 3, with a focus on checking for listening devices."

"Director Li, these things underwent multiple checks before they came in, so it's impossible for them to have any listening devices." The person on the other end of the phone was quite frightened, refusing to believe that there would be any listening devices in the base.

Li Guofeng said with a solemn expression, "First, check the meeting rooms. At the same time, we should also closely monitor the people who have entered and exited meeting room number 3 during this period."

Before hanging up, he added, "Go and request the cooperation of monitoring experts; don't rely too much on detection equipment."

Under the guidance of the listening expert, after two hours of detailed investigation, from vase decorations to table, chair and lamp fixtures, a clue was finally found in the clock on the wall.

"Dr. Chen, is this really a listening device?"

The deputy director pointed to a pile of simple mechanical parts, unable to understand how this thing could be used for eavesdropping.

Dr. Chen put down his briefcase and explained, "This is the only listening device we found in the entire conference room. This should be what you're looking for."

"This is a relatively traditional master-slave monitor that can achieve remote monitoring simply by using the sound frequency."

The deputy director nodded thoughtfully, "They must have come in with the bell. Fortunately, no important meetings have been held in conference room number 3."

"To avoid any omissions, Dr. Chen, I would like to trouble you to conduct a thorough investigation of the base, especially focusing on these traditional listening devices."

Meanwhile, at the estate of Proden, the president of the North Continent General Association, a secretary with red curly hair knocked on the bedroom door.

Thump~ thump~!

Proden rolled over in the room and quickly fell asleep again.

Thump~ thump~!

"President, there's an urgent matter..."

"Fuck you! Damn it, it's 4 AM! Have I lost my freedom to sleep?"

Proden angrily flung open the door, pointed at his secretary's nose, and yelled, "What you're about to say had better be important to me."

"Of course, President, this matter is very important."

The red-haired secretary handed over a dedicated computer. "According to Lauland's report, this post you made on social media will expose the surveillance organization's equipment."

"No, I didn't post anything so stupid!" Proden shook his head and denied it as soon as he saw the computer screen.

He strode into the reception room and addressed the white-haired, hook-nosed man on the sofa:

"Laurent! Damn it, do you think I'm that stupid? This was undoubtedly the work of a hacker! Instead of investigating the hacker, you're disturbing my sleep!"

Lauland stood up, maintaining a polite smile. "President, I immediately had the technicians investigate and found that the device IP was your phone, and the operation logs were also released according to the standard procedure."

"Absolutely impossible!" Proden turned around, grabbed his phone, and opened it. His expression changed drastically. "At this hour, I had just fallen asleep!"

"Quickly hand this phone over to the tech experts. You absolutely must find that hacker!"

Lauland took the phone, but sighed inwardly.

Everyone knows that the current Chairman Proden often acts erratically, posting updates that are highly personal and emotional.

The vice president next to him spoke up: "President, ever since Dongda drove the crocodile whale to international waters, you've said that you'd report daily on the information being monitored by the National Security Bureau. Are you aware of the Ganoderma lucidum incident mentioned in the news?"

"I do know! But I would never post such stupid content!" Proden was about to curse. He was clearly telling the truth, so why didn't anyone believe him?

"Stop with the nonsense! Hand my phone over to the tech expert, find out who the hacker is, I need all his information, and I'll kick his ass until it's ripped off!"

Proden put down his phone to leave, then turned back and asked, "If this listening device is discovered, are there any backups?"

"No, we spent a lot of time and effort installing that listening device," Lauland replied.

"Why would a hacker use my phone to post something like this? What's their purpose?" Proden shook his head, completely baffled by the hacker's intentions.

"Without the wiretapping, we can't know the latest developments of the National Security Bureau. Quickly send people to keep an eye on them and see what they've been researching, especially the crocodile whale. That wretched bastard, killing it is too costly; we need to find a cheaper way."

The vice president suggested, "Why don't we do what the University of Tokyo did and drive the crocodile whales to the high seas?"

"Look at your terrible brain..." Proden shook his head. "What Tokyo University can't do, we must do even more, and we must produce results as soon as possible, so the world can see who the real strongman is!"

The vice president shrugged. "If we have to do it this way, there are only two options: either use as many weapons as possible, or send out that Level 3 physique personnel."

"That level 3 physique is our only treasure. He needs to explore higher evolution levels, so we can't expose him. Let's spend money to use weapons and send some level 1 and 2 physique personnel. That should be enough to deal with a crocodile whale, and it might even boost the stock market."

The vice president and Lauland exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "We've spent so much money and time to cultivate a level 3 physique. That's already the limit for humans. Where would we find a higher level?"

A punch with a force of at least two tons, a speed of 30 meters per second, and skin that can withstand scratches and punctures—this is beyond the realm of science for humans; it's practically insane!

However, since the other party was the president of the Northern Continent and the person in charge, the two could only mutter a few complaints in their hearts before turning around and leaving the manor.

When Lauland returned to the technical department, he immediately arranged for experts to check the phone, and as expected, there were no signs of intrusion.

"I knew it! Damn it!"

Of course he wouldn't announce the result. Obviously, Chairman Proden needed this way out. If it were reported out, where would the chairman's face be?