Chapter 11: The Hierarchy of the Creator

Meng Chen suddenly had an idea, "That's right! Track the Matrix Agents! Where they appear, there must be a major event. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

It was as if a huge video wall appeared in front of his eyes, and countless scattered images were being staged. He quickly retrieved the three-man action team sent by the Matrix, and this time there were still more than two hundred of them.

It was the same majestic voice again: "Agent 1259, return immediately!" ā€

Meng Chen closed his eyes and said, "Ignore him, calm down, calm ......"

"Common to all monitoring tasks...... 97 pcs! Okay, the range has narrowed down a lot. This includes 26 teams that have been sent out to carry out surveillance missions and 39 that have tracked illegal procedures. Haha, it turns out that the program is not so easy to control. In addition to this, all are spying on hackers, and there are 32 in total. Zion is really weak, and he can't even compare to the internal contradictions of the program itself. ā€

"It's strange how it's so quiet. Did he give up tracking me? No matter, the 32 teams need to be checked one by one. There are those who are armed, there are those who are crouching, and there are ......"

Meng Chen suddenly felt the strange tranquility of the streets around him. But at the critical moment of the search, how could he be distracted from thinking about this?

"There are also five teams that are being tracked. Is there a ...... to track the pioneers?"

The majestic voice that had been silent for a long time sounded in my ears again: "Return immediately, or you will be killed!" ā€

This was a murderous warning, like a declaration before the start of the war, which made Meng Chen feel a chill piercing his heart. He knew that the Creator had completed the deployment of his troops, and if he did not act, he would become a turtle in an urn.

Meng Chen began to look for a target, but when he carefully observed the situation around him, he found that everything had changed. There were no ordinary people, agents, hackers, and the whole city seemed to be left alone.

"It's ruthless. I can't believe that you will be able to evacuate the population in such a short time. ā€

"Why bother, according to the rules of the program, although I can't forcibly eliminate the agents, I can create a virtual space to isolate you, and after isolation, you won't be able to use the ability to take away."

"Really? My headphones can still be connected to the matrix. ā€

"That's just a read-only interface to lure you, the snatching skill is no longer effective, and you can't write your own data into another body."

"You're prepared." Meng Chen looked around at the surrounding situation, "How big is this space?" ā€

"Hehe, it depends on my mood, I can make this space completely collapse and squeeze you to death. Without further ado, I'd love to know who you are and how exactly you hacked into my defenses. ā€

As the Creator spoke, the space around Meng Chen began to collapse, and buildings, bridges, and roads turned into fragments and disappeared into endless darkness.

"I've been discovering a lot of strange data sources lately. They are the ones I haven't seen. The creator seemed to have fallen into his own consciousness, as if he was explaining to Meng Chen, and as if he was talking to himself, "I spent a lot of effort to search the entire human breeding farm, and really found these bodies that suddenly appeared. ā€

"How could he find something unusual? Isn't the Lord God omnipotent? Meng Chen was taken aback, he planned to listen to what the Creator would say first, so he prevaricated: "What's strange about this, they may have been there, but you forgot." ā€

The space Meng Chen was in, like the end of the world, began to disappear in blocks, and he had to keep running towards the place where there was still land.

"Forget? Hehe, how could the computer forget. The Creator smiled wryly, "These people are there as if they were supposed to be there." But everything is perfect and it is all false. Because I feel ...... I really feel like they're not made by my system. They're not programs, they're not hackers. They just appeared there out of nowhere. ā€

There was only one block left, and Meng Chen stumbled into the tallest building among them, desperately climbing upwards.

"Feeling, did I hear it wrong, the computer is actually telling me how it feels." Meng Chen felt that he was really going to reshape his worldview these days.

"I can't believe that someone or something else can take control of my system and keep all the data intact."

The last block also disappeared, and only the building where Meng Chen lived remained in the entire space. Meng Chen looked down from the top of the building, and the building began to fade away from the bottom......

"He can actually feel the presence of the Lord God." Meng Chen forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, "Isn't this the world created by the Lord God?" Why listen to his tone, as if this is a world that operates independently. ā€

The Creator is still coldly speaking of his feelings: "And of all the strange things, you are the most peculiar." Your data looks flawless, just like my system. ā€

"But you're definitely not part of my system. I can even feel the light of your soul through this data, although it is still fragile, but it is extremely pure, it is like a locked spirit, constantly struggling to get out of it. ā€

"I've been watching you until you enter the body of an ordinary civilian. I thought I would never find you again, but who would have thought that you would fall into the net. I would have liked to take a closer look, but you're growing so fast that I don't have the confidence to be in full control of you. ā€

There was only a roof platform left in the building, and Meng Chen stood in the middle, looking at the cement that was constantly turning into fragments around him, and his mood calmed down.

"So, I made a decision. Isolating you in this space. Here you will be immortal, but you will also be alone forever until you tell your secrets. ā€

The space collapsed to the extreme, and Meng Chen only had the space under his feet, and the surroundings were already tightly pressed against his body, and he couldn't move a bit.

"Now, let's talk. How did you get here? Otherwise you will be like this forever until you are lost in this dark space. ā€

Meng Chen wanted to move his body, but in the end he found that he couldn't even bend his fingers, so he sneered: "You hugged me very tightly." Do you want to know so? Then I'll show you! ā€

"What?"

"Take! Launch! ā€

Sou...... Where can you still see Meng Chen's figure in this space. As a result of his departure, the agent's body, which was completely supported by data, instantly cracked into powder, and the space collapsed again, finally closing together completely. In the endless darkness, only the roar of the Creator remained: "This is impossible!! ā€

"Where have you been?" The Creator, who has always been indifferent, also produces huge mood swings. After a long time, the majestic, calm voice returned: "Bold and precise calculations! He used the body he once occupied to cross the isolated space to regain it. ā€

"Can you feel this 'stack' call? I'm really going to raise my rating of you again! Also, are you betting that I won't recycle the actual body of a beggar on a farm so soon? Hehe, this is my system loophole, you won the bet this time, but what about next time? It's human nature to gamble, and you are human! ā€

The Creator is the supreme god of this world, and the words of God cannot be heard by mortals. So Meng Chen is now quiet.

"Whew...... It's really out. "The skinny body and tattered clothes make people feel extremely down-to-earth. He struggled to get to his feet, but his lameness made it difficult for him to stand still.

"X's! The stick was taken by the Walker scumbag. I knew that I should have completely abolished him just now. ā€ć€‚

Meng Chen is very down-to-earth now, because computers do things according to rules. The Creator can isolate agents, but not ordinary humans. If you want to deal with ordinary people, you can only rely on the police and matrix agents. But these two kinds of people are like chickens and dogs in front of him, and they are not worth mentioning.

The rules set by the Creator limit Himself. Meng Chen, on the other hand, could easily go to the place where hackers haunted.

The words that Meng Chen could no longer hear in the void sounded: "You are now an ordinary person, I really can't violate the rules to imprison you." But don't you think I have more ways to deal with your current situation? ā€

"Where the hell did you come from? What is the purpose? I'll always know......"

As an ordinary person, Meng Chen was no longer able to perceive the realm, and the quiet undercurrent turned into a stormy wave.

For the 5 most suspicious teams, Meng Chen must investigate them one by one. With the Matrix's powers, he was able to easily find one of the places where hackers were frequently online.

"It's nice to be a beggar...... You can stay wherever you want without attracting attention. He found a dark alley in the street, laid out the mats, curled up and hid behind a pile of crates. In the process, except for a few passers-by who cast disgusted glances, everyone else ignored them.

Opposite the alley is where the hackers go online. It was a small three-story building with a nondescript dark red brick wall from the 70s and 80s. The streets themselves are deserted, and the small buildings are even more gloomy. It is said that because someone died upstairs, the residents who could afford it moved out, and now there are only two elderly families still living there.

The windows on the third floor belong to the room where the hackers went online. Meng Chen had gone upstairs to investigate, and there was only a table with an old-fashioned rotary telephone on it, and heavy curtains to block his view.

Meng Chen didn't dare to stay upstairs for a long time, he was afraid of changing the location of the hacker's launch, and he was even more afraid that the creator would track him down. According to the rules, the creator cannot directly use the system's ability to track down an ordinary person. But as powerful as he is, it is really easy to use his power to spy on a beggar.

"The Creator must have tracked me down." Meng Chen, who was waiting for the rabbit, held in his hand the social assistance distributed by the city - a sufficient amount of hamburgers, French fries and water, and devoured it while thinking about his current situation.

"But he doesn't act rashly. He knew very well that with my ability, if I sent a large force to pursue him, I would only find nothing. What's more, his ultimate goal is to find out who I really am, so I'm here for the time being. However, will this expose hackers ......"

"It doesn't affect hackers either. Hackers and Zion are playthings in the hands of the Creator. And I, in the eyes of the Creator, is the most unstable variable in his equation of equilibrium. Therefore, I am the factor he is most concerned about at this stage. ā€

"But how can I break this if I can't take away the pioneers? And how do I get in touch with hackers? Thinking of these key questions, Meng Chen frowned, "Without the help of the matrix, I lack information, and I have to get close to the hackers......"

Just thinking about it, Meng Chen saw the main door of Xiaolou open, and three grim figures wearing black windbreakers and sunglasses came out from within. These people were expressionless, and they looked like they were not allowed to enter. Especially one of the white-faced and beardless young men, his expression was arrogant and quite imposing to look down on the world.

He looked at his old stump leg and said to himself helplessly: "I didn't expect to rely on your help at the critical moment." ā€