He rubbed his eyes, and chose a random article to look at, but after a cursory glance, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Silver Dust never thought that this world could be understood like this.

HACKIN。

This strange Canonicle script swirls in Silver Dust's silver-white pupils, like an eternal puzzle, Silver Dust doesn't understand what the word means, and he doesn't need to understand, he just needs to understand the explanations written in the Evil Luo Haicheng script.

As he watched, Silver Dust unconsciously stuffed peanuts into his mouth, and his tongue couldn't feel the taste of peanuts at all now. That article was long, long, like a nightmare that you would never wake up from. Silver Dust's eyes were staring at the light curtain, and there was a chaotic void behind his pupils, and he felt that the world he once believed in was falling apart, just like throwing a vibrant planet into the sun, and the whole world was reduced to ashes in just a few minutes.

Together with his mentor, his classmates, his kind, and his beliefs, he has always believed in the absolute mystery of power and realm, and the so-called mage is the integration of body and mind with nature, the pursuit of the realm of unity between heaven and man, and the unity of oneself and the realm to become the existence of the so-called "gods". Magicians, no matter what class, what attributes, what age, what character, have always been explorers and interpreters of the rules of the operation of heaven and earth, just like the wizards and sacrifices millions of years ago explained all the phenomena between heaven and earth as the will of the gods, and magicians interpreted the laws of the operation of all substances in heaven and earth as spells.

They are the conscious defenders of the rules of heaven and earth, and even some paranoid defenders, as mages, Yinchen has never thought of [cracking] the rules of heaven and earth, cracking other people's realms, and using his own wisdom to deceive the whole world.

And this nightmarish text is to teach everyone a truth: any rule has loopholes.

This text seems to be about how to break into the core of the Canonikor civilization through actions such as [Jumper], [Violent Guessing], [Vulnerability Scanning], to steal some information that seems inconsequential to Silver Dust (of course, it doesn't matter, what is the use of military intelligence from 100,000 years ago to him today?), to control something in the Canonial civilization "key things", this kind of behavior itself has little meaning to Silver Dust, but the process of achieving this behavior, those called " technique", but it really opened the eyes of Silver Dust.

Silver Dust didn't dare to think about it at all, if one day, after learning these "techniques", he would return to Gabroyle by luck, would he go to [hack] into the realm of other mages as described in the text, and take all their cultivation, all knowledge, and all the fruits of hard work in the cold window for his own in an instant, and even completely wipe out the entire existence of other mages.

"It's not a crime, it's treason......" Silver Dust wailed, and a peanut fell out of his mouth and rolled onto the big bed, leaving a mark written of saliva.

Silver Dust numbly stretched out his hand and touched the porcelain plate at the head of the bed, his fingers touched the cold porcelain, and there were no peanuts left.

Silver Dust's whole movement came to an abrupt halt as he saw the darkest part of the article.

It was originally an introduction to how to circumvent the "tricks" of simple artificial intelligence before machine learning fire prevention, but what Silver Dust saw was the terrifying technology of how to [hack] the soul of an undead and thus completely control the undead. No spells, no realms, just create something like magic weapons, or even just magic props, you can accomplish what only a necromancer can do, the necromancer's three years of hard work from apprentice to first-class apprentice mage, and the horror and hesitation of a thousand nights with ghosts, are written off by such a little subtle technology. The artificial intelligence mentioned in the article, Yinchen doesn't know what it is, because he is not a student majoring in magic computer science, but what is the difference between the behavior of those artificial intelligence and the coarseest level of undead remnants?

"Using the principle of light magic to restrain dark magic, and composing light magic into the signal waves described in the text, you can hack the lowest level of undead without hindrance, the undead can do this, so what about the living?" Silver Dust was so frightened by his own thoughts that he almost screamed, of course he knew that this was something that even the most terrible spiritual magicians were unwilling to try, directly controlling people's minds?

"If even human souls can be hacked, then what realms, what prohibitions, and what seals in the world can't be used? Aren't those sealed magic weapons allowed to be used at will? or even ...... Even the world itself, the aggregate of all realms, can—[hack]?" Silver Dust thought fearfully, he couldn't stop himself, he couldn't command his mind to stop working, to stop outputting conclusions that subverted his cognition. Hacking into the undead, hacking into the soul, hacking into the realm, in fact, the most fundamental thing is to hack into the whole world. The world in the eyes of magicians is different from ordinary people, they think that the world itself is a set of spells, a unity of rules, a complex and changeable, and relatively stable system, if the truth is really as the article says, any system has its own flaws, can be hacked, then hacking into the world itself, or to a lesser extent, hacking into the magic civilization itself, is also feasible.

In other words, Silver Dust doesn't even have to wait until he becomes a god to have the ability to command the world like a god.

This conclusion made Yinchen feel terrifying, but at the same time, it made him excited and eager to try, especially when he suddenly remembered that the world he was in was not Gabroyle's.

The so-called traversers, the reason why they are so bullish in each story, is not because of any welfare, but also because they don't care much about the world they are in, they don't care much about it, so they are fearless, they act without scruples, anyway, they are crossing into other worlds when they die.

As a fresh rookie traverser, of course, Yinchen can't avoid vulgarity, let him hack into Gabroyle's magical civilization, to wantonly change and destroy the magic world, he can't do it, because that colorful world is his hometown, it is his faith, he is reluctant, and he is not willing to try it with his conscience, but this monk world, this "Wind Source Continent" in Zhang Mengmeng's mouth In Yinchen's mind, it is not sacred and noble, at most it is just a colonial planet that no one knows, and the impression that this world where monks are rampant and full of magic skills gives Yinchen, in addition to the leather whip of the shopkeeper Xue, there is only Zhang Yating who fell to the sky, and only the beggar girl who rushed to death.

"Yating, my sister, is this you in the dark, pointing me on the path of revenge for you?" Yinchen waved his hand, letting the light curtain disperse, and then fell on the big bed with his back to the sky, as if he had been killed by someone else, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say, his eyes were wide open, and in his silver pupils was a swirling endless darkness.

【Hacking the World】

[Hacking into the world itself]

Such thoughts continue to erode Yinchen's mind like poison. For some reason, his consciousness was more than ever filled with the ** that destroyed everything. The situation of Zhang Yating falling in the rainstorm, the last scream of the beggar girl, kept hitting Yinchen's mind, making his will sway from side to side in the golden storm.

Silver Dust's body lit up with holy golden light, which was the holy light magic that he had condensed, but the dark particles actually flew out of his body, flashing in his realm, like dark stars. Silver Dust didn't know that the sequelae of cultivating the Remnant Soul Sutra were quietly affecting his brain at this time, integrating the thoughts of killing and destruction into his soul little by little.

If no accident happens, this night will be the night when Silver Dust will completely transform into a demon, and it will be the night when Silver Dust will completely live up to Xuan Zhi's instructions and fall into the Demon Dao. If there is no accident, he will be completely associated with the Demon Pavilion from tonight, in order to survive, he has to be at the mercy of the Demon Pavilion for the rest of his life, and in order to survive in the pursuit of the righteous path, he has to do some hurtful things, until he is corrupted by guilt in his heart, and becomes a demon with no humanity and no shame.