Chapter XXXVII

"Good." The figure of the God of the Internet came out, Fang Bai had never heard such a voice, this sound did not seem like something coming out, but like a simple air resonance. The sound of the urn is like torturous to the ear.

"I'm about to forget about myself, thank you for reminding me. This is who I am. ”

Fang Bai keenly discovered that there was no tongue in the mouth of the Internet God.

What kind of torture made him like this, Fang Bai shuddered a little.

The God of the Internet continued to say in a terrible and terrifying voice: "I feel it, I finally leave the damn network, and I am no longer a worm in the network. Am I going to thank you? ”

A dangerous aura emanated from the body of the Internet God, and Fang Bai had a feeling of being directly facing the beast.

The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers.

Fang Bai kicked it suddenly, and the God of the Internet was kicked by Fang Bai, stumbling and taking two steps back.

"It's been a long time since I've felt a lot of pain." Being kicked by Fang Bai in the face of the god of the Internet was pleasantly surprised, which made Fang Bai feel more and more abnormal.

In fact, the two of them are in a state of soul at the moment.

The reason why I have my current image is simply my own perception of myself.

Fang Bai felt furious in his heart, the more nervous he became, the more ruthless he became, and in an instant, his fists and kicks were added, and he hit it in an uproar, and the God of the Internet was hit several times in a row.

The God of the Internet was suddenly angry, he took advantage of Fang Bai's kick, grabbed Fang Bai's feet, and knocked Fang Bai to the ground, and the two of them rolled on the ground.

The God of the Internet bit on Fang Bai's arm, and Fang Bai suddenly felt a pain in his arm, something was passing. Only then did he realize: "No, I am in a soul state now, and he is devouring my soul. ”

You bite, I can too. After Fang Bai figured it out, he bit down on the body of the God of the Internet.

The two of them were like beasts biting each other.

Leave no room for each other. I can't wait to swallow the other party raw.

Fang Bai thought about it first, he transformed himself, turned into a thick fog, wrapped the God of the Internet into it, and consumed the soul of the God of the Internet little by little, and the God of the Internet was not stupid, although he didn't understand something, but when he saw what Fang Bai did, he would do it. In an instant, I saw two different dense fogs, entangled together, you have me, I have you. The fight is inextricable.

I don't know how long it took.

Everything is settled.

A thick fog slowly condensed into the human form. The man had no face and said to himself, "Who am I? ”

Time rewinds in his consciousness.

Kevin, Kevin Du.

A voice came out of the depths of memory.

It was a sunny afternoon, he remembers.

He was just a kid at the time.

Someone asked him, "Kevin, what are you going to do when you grow up?" ”

"I'm going to be the best hacker in the world."

Time passes.

"Why can't I become the Republic's Chief Information Security Expert, that guy, is he better than me?" He slapped the table with another person. "Why?"

"Well, Kevin Du, do you want to know? I'm telling you, because you're not Han, although you have taken a Han name. But did your hair, your pupils betray you, how can a man of European and American descent become the chief security expert of the republic? Are you satisfied with this? ”

I see, Europeans and Americans have long had no motherland, and the republic is not my country?

In retrospect, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pain, this memory made him extremely painful, even now when he recalled it, it was the same.

Another scene turned.

"You're looking for me?"

"Mr. Du Kaiwen, you have no future at all in the National Security Center. In the future, there will be small shoes to face the boss. Don't you want a new job, one that can stand out and play to your strengths? ”

"Who are you?"

"Immortality."

Time flows.

"Mr. Du Kaiwen, thank you for your hard work, I have a chance for you now, do you want to try."

"Tell me about it. What does it like to become a member of the Eternal Life Club? ”

"Am I not a member of the Immortal Society now?"

"No, the Immortal Society will be available to ordinary people? It can be said that the full members of the Immortal Society, which are generally considered to be members of the executive structure, but the members of the Immortal Society, have decision-making power, and the difference between the two is like that of a member of a government agency and a member of the Senate. ”

"What chance?"

"Do you know who our full members of the Immortal Society are?"

"Oh, which big guys?"

"Maybe it's a big shot, but they are all former big shots, and every member of the Immortal Society has a hard standard. Or rather welfare. ”

"What standard?"

"Immortality."

The memory flashed again.

He was lying on the operating table, his body fixed and sturdy. I can't even move a finger. It's like a mummy.

"I don't want to be a member of the Immortal Society, can you let me go? Rest assured, I won't say anything, I won't say anything. ”

"You know that, too?" A man in a surgical gown bowed his head in front of him, and a pair of crazy eyes came into view.

"You know? Someone has long proposed that if people digitize their memories and thoughts and store them on the Internet, is it also a kind of eternal life? This is one of my longevity plans, the Cyber God Project. I think about how many hackers, who claim to be the best in the world, lie here, get stripped of their brains, and finally die. Is such a great plan to change the pattern of mankind that you don't want to carry it out? ”

"You mean I'm an experiment?"

"You just know?"

"Well, why me? Or when did you choose mine? ”

"Since when, I don't know about this, I just know that when you entered the Immortal Society, you were already selected, because you were too suitable, European and American blood, minority, and offended the Security Center. No one cares if a European or American hacker lives or dies. Okay, you know all the stuff, now it's time to get down to business. ”

A long needle with a silvery-white metallic glow.

"No, I don't want to, I don't want -----"

Memory interruptions

There is no time, no space, no sight, no smell, no hearing, no touch, no taste. Nothing. There is only endless darkness.

No, this darkness is also imaginary.

Because there's nothing here. Only thinking.

Yes, there is also thinking.

He felt that his mind was infinitely extended, in a long tunnel, constantly deepening, not a long tunnel, but countless long tunnels.

I don't know how many tunnels are densely intertwined, and one node after another is lit up in his thinking. He came to his senses.

He sensed a signal, could read it, and asked him how he was.

He remembered that it was the Immortal Society, that the Immortal Society had turned him into this, and that he was now immortal in the Internet.

He wants revenge.

"Do you want revenge?"

In an instant, he felt that countless tunnels were all cut off, and he was confined to a small node, compared to the time outside, if the outside world was the sea, and this node was just a small black house.

"If, you want revenge, think about your family."

His heart was cold, and he transmitted a signal: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Congratulations, you're now a member of the Immortal Society. You will have unlimited life, the power that already controls the entire network, and with us, you will be one of the noblest people in the entire world. Otherwise, you stay in this light brain until the end of the world. ”

"Good. I accept this identity. ”

In the boundless network, he has no sense of space, no sense of time, no sight, no hearing, no touch, no smell, no taste. There's just boundless, well, boundless imaginary darkness.

No matter what the sound is, no matter the picture, no matter what kind of text, it seems to him that it is just information, just information, because his mind can only read information, and the rest must rely on imagination.

He is in the Internet, calling for wind and rain is the god of the Internet, but he feels that he is a worm, a worm parasitic on the Internet.