Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 107: Supreme God Jeffreys Kidd
I don't know how long I have been hiding in this corner. As a fragment of incomplete data, I completely lost my consciousness for quite a long time. In fact, during this period of time, you can completely think of me as a dead person, without thoughts, movements, any signs of life, and unable to respond to the external environment.
If it weren't for the termite that I accidentally activated secretly injecting power into me, I would never have been able to come back to life. That strange data energy slowly but accurately helped me reorganize my own data structure. I guess this is due to the fact that after absorbing the small-scale world created by old Carlson, my body has a certain self-replication and correction function, allowing every tiny structure in my body to record its own complete information and rebuild it as soon as there is a chance.
Finally, under this weak energy injection, on a night when no one knew, I regained my consciousness - to some extent, I could no longer be considered the original "me". The original "me" was like an earthworm cut into several parts, and now I am just one of the parts. According to my friends who are involved in space, this is probably equivalent to the reproduction method similar to mitosis in the microscopic biological world, but for me this cannot be considered "reproduction", but just "recovery".
I just woke up and only had some self-awareness. I still didn't have the abilities that helped me gain a foothold and hide in the source world. I was worried about my situation for a while. But when I carefully examined my position, I found that my worries were completely unnecessary. Fortunately, I broke through the barrier that I couldn't break through before, and broke into a high-priority area in the source world that I couldn't break into. From this, I easily deduced what happened after I split.
Thanks to incredible luck, I am in such a clever position that I am now spending perhaps the safest time since I gained my own soul. I am methodically reconstructing my body, bit by bit rebuilding the vast amount of data components I have lost.
During this process, I had the opportunity to closely observe the operation of the omnipresent search force that monitored the entire source world, and even discovered two unknown but real search loopholes. When I was bored, I casually created two plug-ins and mounted them under the main data program of the search force to help it further improve its functions - of course, I did all this covertly and cleverly, and it would never be discovered by the gods - or people - who controlled this power.
When I finally recovered my strength, a long time had passed. At this time, I had to face my dilemma: I was safe in this position, but the damn thing was that I couldn't move at all. As long as I left here, the alarm information sent by the search force to the destruction force would be unhidden, and I would once again fall into a long journey of escape, being hunted by the whole world, until I was destroyed by them next time I was in a desperate situation - I'm afraid I can't hope that I can still maintain such a good luck at that time, and be able to revive again in a deadly situation.
I cast my eyes on the boundless sea of data, trying to find my way out from the rolling and spreading data. The green "0" and "1" symbols flickered and changed rigidly and quickly against the dark background, paving a magnificent world that I longed for.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to me, as if a bright lightning suddenly exploded in this world of only black and green, splitting my mind. I suddenly recalled my last adventure in the surface world, and the grand and cruel war between the supercomputer Darmos and the destructive force we input in the copy world seven thousand years later.
At that time, Darrimos adopted a tactic that was both brutal and shocking, yet desperate and beautiful. He split his body apart when he was about to be destroyed, sneaked into the enemy's data, and finally won the war through little changes. The shock brought to me by that magnificent victory was simply incomparable. It changed my understanding of the source world to a great extent... In fact, many of the special abilities I created later were inspired by this battle that I witnessed with my own eyes.
I was unable to replicate this tactic before because it was impossible for me to maintain a complete consciousness to influence and change the surrounding data after self-decomposition. However, now I don’t have to worry about this problem at all: I just need to stay in this safe position, scatter many fragments with my soul imprint to the key nodes of the entire source world data network, and then intercept the order to destroy them.
At the beginning, I just wanted to find the source of the searching force and delete my mark from its database, so that I would no longer be the search target of this source world, and I would gain permanent freedom and security.
Little did I realize at the time what my impulsive act of self-preservation would ultimately do to me and the world...
Initially, I carefully selected an insignificant data connection point to try. I threw a string of code with my own copy information to that connection point, expecting it to evolve and grow. However, this attempt failed, and the string of code turned into a useless data fragment, which was swallowed up by the endless torrent in the blink of an eye.
Recalling my own reconstruction experience, I realized that I should provide such a piece of replication code with a stable energy source platform. I first created a data worm that draws energy, and then let such a piece of code attach to this worm and grow slowly and steadily.
My experiment was making progress.
I found that the copy code was successfully embedded in the data node and began to evolve and improve itself. However, just when it was about to improve to gain self-awareness and evolve from "it" to "he", I suddenly remembered something crucial - if I had a physical body at that time, I would definitely be covered in cold sweat all over my body, even the soles of my feet.
I immediately passed the order to the world's destructive force, allowing it to instantly clear the quasi-intelligent code that was still in the uncertain stage.
I did this because I suddenly remembered that if that piece of code gained consciousness, it would become another independent "me" with an autonomous soul, rather than a digital tool controlled by the only "me" now. Although it also has all the memories and thoughts of the current me, even I cannot guarantee that I can fully and unconditionally support all the actions of the other me - or, in other words, I don't know how I should face another identical self, and if there is a dispute or confrontation between us, the result will be devastating.
Even though I am greeted with endless loneliness in this vast, endless, boring world of data sources, I still stubbornly want to maintain the uniqueness of my own existence. This idea is so strong that I put it into action without thinking as soon as I found this problem. I feel that I need to face a difficult philosophical puzzle, which is: if your existence is not unique, then is the existence of "you" as an individual still necessary and essential? How do you get along with yourself? When different "you" disagree, should you actively follow yourself, obey yourself, or resist yourself? Or even overthrow yourself?
Are the fighting spirit, the desire to survive, and the desire for exclusivity of intelligent life instinctive from the depths of the soul or the result of external environment? Can we reconcile with ourselves? Or will we eventually force ourselves into a dead end?
I didn't dare to face such a question, so I was glad that I was able to nip it in the bud. But sometimes I couldn't help but wonder, if I was a step slower at that time, if that ball of data had already developed its own soul and consciousness, would I still do it without hesitation? Would I kill myself, who is exactly the same as me psychologically and physiologically, like committing suicide? Would I pity myself who has no ability to resist, just like I pity all other innocent lives?
How should an independent and complete intelligent life get along with itself? I believe that this is destined to be a question that no one in this world can answer correctly. I only know that I may be the person who is closest to this question in history, very close...
Anyway, I never made the same mistake again. In the self-replicating fields that I threw out later, I stripped them of the possibility of developing autonomous personalities and modified them into a means of remotely contacting me. I can sit in the center and remotely control all their actions. Even if I can intercept the alarms sent by the world's search power, I still carefully split them apart and hide them under the shadow of data similar to them - I can't guarantee that one day the creators, rulers, and managers of this world will have a whim and use another set of methods to find my existence.
But looking back, my worries were unnecessary. Those managers relied too much on the functioning of the world's rules to try to examine them in a way that was less efficient but obviously safer and more complete.
After I had my clone controllers all over the data nodes I thought would be useful, I made a small attempt.
I remotely controlled the controller of that most insignificant data node and turned a data "0" flowing through it into red.
I didn't realize that this tiny change would be the starting point of an unprecedented war. If there were historians and bards in this dead data source world, they might record this moment in the heavy history books and name it "Red Zero".
"Red Zero" is a symbol. It is the starting point of a rebellion, a revolution, and a new world...
The impact of that red "0" spread quietly, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. Before the correction program of this world discovered and reversed it, thousands of data had turned into a glaring red.
A layer of dull red tide was extinguished. This small failure was insignificant to me. As long as the irresistible power of obliteration could not be put into use, all the self-defense mechanisms of this world could be destroyed by relying on time.
In my second attempt, I manipulated three interrelated points at the same time. I extended my power outward along those nodes little by little, as if my consciousness had suddenly grown tentacles, quietly dancing in the waves of data. Although I could completely rely on my keen sense to accurately control the scope of my control to every character, I still stubbornly marked them in red. This way of representation that is keen on visual stimulation probably comes from the habit of the human part of me.
The defense mechanism of the source world still faithfully performed its duties, and this abnormal change did not make it aware of anything. Before I fully controlled the feedback mechanism to the outside world, I firmly controlled the scale of this war within a certain range and did not let it be discovered by the people who managed this world.
At the beginning, I was still quite awed and cautious about the rules of this world. You know, I was so hurt by the vastness of this world that I had some thoughts in my subconscious that I could not compete with this world.
But as the struggle progressed, I found that my opponent was just a rigid guy who had great power but had no idea how to use it. Without the help of the obliterating power, it could only repair and rebuild to a very small extent. That power was like a stale and rigid old man, trying to deal with all problems with his little experience and common sense. He could not learn, could not make progress, and was inflexible. He was immersed in complacency and arrogance from beginning to end, so that he was deceived, blinded, and successfully attacked by me again and again without knowing it.
In this war, I have grown stronger little by little at a speed you cannot imagine. I have more and more crucial data nodes in my hands, and the components of this world under my control are becoming more and more important. Although I cannot yet dig out the database for the search force to compare, the red territory under my command is gradually increasing unstoppably.
Yes, compared to the entire world, the red territory I control is still very sparse and small, but they all echo each other at those crucial connection points, and extend their tentacles to contact each other, gradually dividing the green territory. Gradually, in some local areas, the transformed red data flow gradually occupied a dominant position, swallowing up the scope controlled by the green data bit by bit.
As the red area continued to expand, I felt my power growing exponentially. Although I was now controlling hundreds of thousands of data nodes, my sense of them was as clear and flexible as my ten fingers. I could sense everything in the territory I occupied: every change in the code, every intrusion of components, and even every change in numbers.
A familiar feeling of control poured into my body along the information channel leading to the red territory. I felt that every character in my body was infused with a powerful force. It was like the solid sense of existence that was omnipresent, omnipotent, irrefutable and irresistible like a god when I swallowed up the miniature world that old Carlson created specifically for me.
When I finally conquered the alarm mechanism that communicated with the outside world, the war became a one-sided massacre. I no longer had to worry about the managers outside this world discovering what was happening here. I intercepted every alarm signal sent by this world's early warning mechanism, replaced them all with codes indicating safety, and sent them to the designated information platform in strict accordance with the rules. Those supreme managers outside this world - no matter who they are, no matter what they are - were cleverly deceived by me and had no idea what was happening in this extremely complex world they were managing.
The dominance of this world is changing hands. The controllers at the world level are undergoing a change that the rules will never allow but will definitely succeed. The prototype of a new supreme god has revealed itself at the source of data in this world, and the legend of the creation of the world by the Supreme God Darimos is about to end.
If they were conscious, then the repair and maintenance forces that kept the world running normally would have been panicking. In the tide of data, the situation between the superior and inferior sides had reversed, the red waves of data had already covered most of the area, and the data in the gradually shrinking green map was flashing extremely hurriedly, like a warrior who had lost his honor in a duel, like a general who had suffered a great defeat in a battle, like a panicked king who was helpless as he watched the enemy approach the city.
But when I finally dug out the comparison database of the world's search power in the deepest part of the green data field, everything was irrelevant. In fact, I had already gained freedom before that, because the control components to activate and control the world's obliteration power had already fallen into my hands long ago. The only weapon in this world that can destroy me has been firmly grasped in my hands, and all I need to do is to completely deprive my opponent of the ability to turn the tables.
When the last green data bubble was submerged by the red wave, the most magnificent war of regime change in the source world of Falvi Continent finally came to an end. Here, a gate guard born in the Falvi World, a free native who was out of the control of the rules, and a fleeing data ghost, personally burst the myth bubble of the Supreme God Darmos. He was able to prove that before this, there was no data god with an independent personality in the world - but now, such a supreme and great life was born, and he was not called Darmos.
His name is: Jeffreys Kidd - the Lord of all things, the Spirit of all living things!
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Well, the first thing that this useless Supreme God Jeffreys did after he was born was to change his gold coins to 99,999 gold coins, and then went to the blacksmith shop to buy a long sword called "Giant's Grip of Exido" that he had been eyeing for a long time. When he sold his discarded old long sword to the owner of the blacksmith shop, he even shamelessly bargained with the owner for a mere 15 silver coins.
Hey, the Supreme God admonished: We have to look at this matter from a positive perspective - have you ever heard of a petty-bourgeois Supreme God who is so humane and loves life so much?
Of course, the newly appointed Supreme God was not so arrogant as to change everything in this world, because firstly, although I know how to change this world, I don’t know whether my idea can make this world better; secondly, I already know that although I have achieved omniscience and omnipotence in this world, there are still a group of people outside the scope of this world who can manage and control this world in other ways. Therefore, although the controller of this world has changed, the best, safest and laziest way is to keep this world as it is. Isn’t it?
Oh, the Supreme God said with blushing cheeks: The more than 90,000 gold coins in my pocket are not within the scope of "maintaining the status quo"!
