Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 103: Becoming a God and Returning Home
Since I was dragged into this tiny world, I have never thought about leaving. I was originally an existence that was not allowed by the world. With the help of the legacy of the departed old Carlson, I was lucky enough to escape from the most fundamental power of the world and survive in this simple but solid last fortress - I know very well that I am not qualified to expect anything more.
However, after forcing myself to resign myself to despair, give up on despair, and even become numb to despair, I still cannot force myself not to recall the boundless blue sea and sky, the towering and long mountain peaks, and that magnificent and majestic world on the continent of Falvi.
And there are the lives there - those beautiful, diverse, intelligent, and clever lives. Under their embellishment, every corner of that world exudes vigorous vitality, making people face the next second of their lives with hope and enthusiasm every time the sun rises and the world is lit up.
Yes, you can say that it is a fake world, a pastime built by a group of humans using digital tools, but for me, for a digital life like me whose form and soul are created by them using these digital tools, it is a world, a real world that carries my countless wishes, countless memories and countless dreams.
Moreover, even for the creators of that world and the real "humans" who traveled and adventured in that world, that world was not completely worthless and insignificant. They gained another life there, met a group of like-minded friends, and some even found a partner to spend their lives with.
For me, those friends, those friends who have gone through countless adventures and battles with me, are also those whom I will never forget for a moment.
However, being protected and imprisoned in such a closed world by such a mysterious hut, I had no choice but to bury all of this deep in my heart, not letting it pop up from time to time, disturbing my memory and hurting my heart. I forced myself to accept such a reality: it was over, everything, and now I was just a soul that would face eternal loneliness, saying goodbye to my former homeland and past life forever.
When I put all my energy and thoughts into fighting the rules and secrets of this world, I thought I had completely given up, and had thrown away everything in the past, and would no longer be moved or disturbed by them. I could no longer recall, think, or miss the past, and I could no longer be coerced by all the beautiful things, forcing me to collapse and go crazy in this bare world with nothing.
However, when the last and biggest secret that the world had wrapped and protected with all its power was completely exposed before my eyes, I knew I was wrong - there are some things in this world that we can never forget, even if we know that we have lost them, we will always miss, desire and pursue them in our hearts.
It has become a part of our lives and can never be separated...
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After clearing away the last fog of this world, what appeared before me was a huge, strange program that I had never seen before. I don't know how to explain it to you. If we use the most common things to make an analogy, it is like a channel and a hook. Under its function, the tiny world I am in is secretly connected to another huge world. Some data from the other world is secretly and continuously traveling through this channel, but it will not have any impact on this world. This small world is like being hung by a hook under another big world. They are relatively independent, but also connected to each other.
And judging from the data coming in and out, the big world mounted on this small world is exactly my hometown - the lingering continent of Falvi!
Old Carlson, you blue-skinned troll, what can I say to you? Tell me how dangerous that world is, how powerful those forces are, and once you touch them and are discovered by them, you can never go back to that world again.
But you said it a thousand times, ten thousand times, and in the end, you still left me a way to go back. You also hope that I can go back one day, right? Although you don't know everything, you don't want to let a free soul born in the world live in confinement and isolation forever, right? You don't want to give in and sink, and be forever shut out of the world that gave birth to us, right?
Or, you know that I will not resign myself to the fate of exile, that I would rather face the danger of destruction than accept such unfair treatment?
You gave me a choice and an opportunity, an opportunity to change my destiny - an opportunity to change the destiny of lives like "us"!
You even gave me the rules for survival in that world: data turbulence that disrupts the target, digital bugs that slow down the attack, puppet entities that create confusion, instant teleportation that escapes... and the final blow to the entire world, which is exactly the final killing force on the Falvi continent - you used this method to verify the results of my study, and also let me know what to do if I encounter such an attack in the future.
You expected all of this, just like a father who, while protecting his child under his wings, also packs a backpack for his child to travel far away.
This is the last and most precious gift you left me, and it is also the last training course you left me...
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As my thoughts flowed, the broken data in this world began to decompose and rearrange themselves, but unlike before, it did not return to its previous state, but was constantly compressed, compressed, and compressed again. This is an interesting process, just like a piece of white paper, which can cover the entire desktop, but after being folded again and again, it can be put into a tiny pocket.
When the data was compressed beyond measure, I waved my hand, and a stream of data that had never appeared in this world gushed out. This was the first time I successfully created something that had never existed before in this world, and ironically, this thing would completely change and end this world.
The data stream surrounded the compressed data package, and some pervasive data jumped around on the package, looking for some digital ports that could be connected. When they found the port, other data would build a channel between the port and my body, connecting the package to my body.
A miracle happened. The data was like food that was eaten, and was gradually digested and absorbed by me, and gradually became a part of my data body. In the source world filled with infinite data, I did not become larger, but the entire structure underwent two completely opposite changes:
On the one hand, my body follows the principles of this world's composition and is transformed by a simple, powerful, and extremely solid structure. My reaction speed and movement ability in the source world have become more direct, quick, and effective, eliminating some of the flashy things from the data source of the Falvi Continent world;
On the other hand, the structure of my body has become more complex in a very paradoxical way. Many codes representing abilities that I did not have before are now closely connected to my body. They are like my sword, shield, armor, helmet, combat boots and various accessories in the source world, becoming my weapons and protective gear in the source world. In such a world made up of simple digital structures, I have never been as powerful as I am now!
The whole transformation process lasted about half an hour. When the last character merged with me, a miracle happened: I was closely connected with the world - it is not appropriate to say this, the most appropriate way to say it is: I became the whole world, and the world became me. In this relatively independent, closed and strict world, I am everything. I am omnipresent, omnipotent, ever-changing, and omnipotent...
I can arbitrarily formulate and modify the rules that govern the operation of this entire world, which means that I have become a "god" - do you know? I have become a "god" in this tiny world!
It was an extremely wonderful feeling, a state of omniscience. I was wandering in an endless ocean of data, but wherever I looked, I saw a part of myself; even in the world outside my sight, there was still nothing but me. Although I had become so huge, I knew every change in every character in this world.
The only thing that I had not incorporated into my body was the passage. Because its other end was connected to the world of Falvi Continent, once I incorporated it into my body, it would be completely exposed, and the destructive force would instantly invade this small world along it. Although I had mastered some ways to escape from it, when it regarded the entire world I was in as an object of annihilation, I would not be able to find a place to stay.
I had no choice but to go through that passage and reach the wider world of Falvi Continent. Only there would that power be restrained and not take everything back at all costs. Only in this way could I have a chance to hide and escape.
On the other hand, if I incorporate that channel into my body, it becomes a part of me. In a general sense, how can a person get to another place by going through himself? Because I have to keep that channel intact and independent.
The independence of the channel does not mean that it cannot be controlled by me. After I made all the preparations, I began to control the channel, filtering and deleting the redundant data coming from it, removing the unnecessary things, so as to maximize the capacity of this channel.
After I finished all this, I looked at this passage for the last time. It was like a golden road that emerged from the void, paving the way to the end of this world and the beginning of another world. In fact, its mission was to transport a complete world to another world in an instant. What worried me most was that I didn't know if it was spacious enough to transport me completely to another world before the destructive power of that world could react.
This is a gamble, but I have no choice. If I succeed, I will face unprecedented great crisis and endless hunting; if I fail, I will be crushed to pieces and nothing will remain - it doesn't sound good.
But if I don't try, what's the point of my existence?
I sighed softly, put all distracting thoughts out of my mind, took a step quietly, and started on the journey home.
The moment I entered this passage, it had undergone a huge change. I could feel that the data originally transmitted along this passage suddenly became sensitive and suspicious. They were sneakily probing me, as if trying to figure out what I, a giant that suddenly appeared on the data highway, was and what I wanted to do.
At the same time, at the other end of the channel, I can feel some dangerous forces lurking here. I guess due to the chaos of the data flow, they have already noticed the abnormal existence of this channel. They still need some time to analyze and judge this channel. Once it is determined that the existence of this channel is not permitted by the laws of the world, it will be completely wiped out. And I, who am in it, will also become nothingness with it.
When I say "it takes some time", I don't mean they have to sit around a table with two glasses of ale to have a meeting to study it. In fact, this "some time" will not exceed one second, or even shorter.
I shuttled through this passage at a speed close to the speed of light. The time that was not enough for me to blink was now so long for me in the data state. As I entered, the tiny world connected to the other part of this passage collapsed, which also accelerated the danger of this passage. At this time, I had no choice but to turn my whole body into a torrent of data, rushing forward in panic and swiftly. At this time, I no longer cared to hide my whereabouts. Those sneaky data that came to spy on me were torn to pieces by me with a roll, and then thrown aside. Even those necessary data, I waved and deleted them all, because I wanted to ensure the maximum throughput of this passage and reduce the time I spent traveling through it by microseconds.
Finally, the exit of this passage was within reach. However, at the same time, I could already feel the destructive force approaching me. It swept over with irresistible momentum, and its target was the end of this passage.
My body passed through about one-third of the passage before it arrived . Taking this opportunity, I waved my hand and threw out tens of millions of data turbulence, which tore the entire exit of the passage into pieces. The exit of the passage that was right in front of me suddenly disappeared, and even the unmatched destructive force was unable to start in an instant.
But this tiny trap didn't stop it for long. In a time unit that was ten thousand times smaller than the blink of an eye, it had readjusted its strategy and rushed forward aggressively. It no longer bothered to search, but instead wiped out all the data it came into contact with, and then rebuilt order behind it. Large tracts of data turbulence had no power to resist under its butcher knife, and they all returned to nothingness.
This was a completely overwhelming strategic advantage. In this world, the power that the magnificent force of destruction could mobilize was far beyond anything else. Even with the protection of the data turbulence, the exit of the passage could not be preserved for long. In the blink of an eye, it was turned into dust under the absolute power and ceased to exist.
After making sure that its target had been completely eliminated, the destructive force stopped searching and patrolling here and disappeared in an instant.
It didn't know that while it was crushing the data turbulence without mercy, another string of data that seemed familiar to it deceived its search and was quietly hidden under the data representing the shadow of a bush, motionlessly observing the ruthless massacre of the source world.
That is me, the warrior Jeffrey Kidd, a digital life with a soul. I broke free from the shackles and set foot on the continent where I was born and raised.
Looking into the distance, the sky is blue, the clouds are green, the sun is warm, and the flowers are fragrant, it is an endless world...
