One Hundred and Eighty-Eight: The Supreme God Jeffritz? kyd

I don't know how long I've been hidden in this corner, and as a fragment of data, I lost consciousness for quite some time. In fact, during this period of time you can perfectly consider me a dead person, without thoughts, without movements, without any vital signs, and without any reaction to the external environment.

If it weren't for the moth that I accidentally activated to secretly and continuously inject strength into me, I would never have been able to come back to life again. That strange energy of data slowly but precisely helped me reorganize my data structure, and I guess it was due to the fact that after absorbing the small world created by Carlson Sr., my body had some kind of self-replicating and correcting function, allowing every tiny structure in my body to record its complete information and rebuild it at every opportunity.

Finally, under this faint infusion of energy, I regained my consciousness on a night that no one knew about - in a way, I could no longer be the original "me", the original "me" was like an earthworm that had been cut into several pieces, and now I am only an evolution of one of them. In the words of my friends who are space-waders, this is roughly equivalent to a mitotic reproduction method in the microscopic biological world, except that for me it cannot be regarded as "reproduction", but only "restoration".

I had just woken up and only had some self-awareness, and the abilities that had helped me to gain a foothold and hide in the Source World were still not available to me, and I was worried about my situation for a while. But when I took a closer look at where I was, I realized that my worries were purely unnecessary. Luckily, I broke through a barrier that I couldn't break through before, and broke into a high-priority area of the Source World that I couldn't have broken into before. From this I easily deduced what had happened after my split.

Thanks to the incredible luck that I am in such a clever position at this time, that I am now in peace, in what may be the safest time since I have attained my own soul. I methodically reconstructed my body, rebuilding the massive pieces of data that I had lost, bit by bit.

In the process, I had the opportunity to get a closer look at the workings of the ubiquitous search force that monitors the entire Source World, and even discovered two unknown but real search holes. When I was bored, I made two plug-ins to mount under the main data program of the search power, helping it to further improve its functionality - of course, all of which I did covertly and subtly, and would never be seen by the gods - or humans who control this power.

When I finally fully regained my strength, a long time passed. At this point, I had to face my dilemma: I was safe in this position, but hell I couldn't move here. As soon as I leave here, there will be no way to hide the warning messages from the search force to the forces of destruction, and I will once again be caught in the long journey of being hunted down by the whole world, until the next time I am in a desperate situation and destroyed by them—I am afraid that I will be able to maintain such good luck that I will be able to resurrect in a mortal death game once again.

I set my sights on the endless sea of data, trying to find my way out of the rolling data. The green symbols of "0" and "1" flickered stiffly and nimbly against the dark background, paving a magnificent world that I longed for.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed, as if a bright lightning bolt suddenly exploded in this world of only black and green, and it split my mind all the way. I snapped back to my last adventure in the watch world, to the grandiose and brutal war that had been fought between the supercomputer Darimus and the destructive forces we had entered in that dungeon world seven thousand years later.

At that time, Daremoth adopted a tactic that was shocking and desperate, tearing his body apart when he was about to be destroyed, infiltrating the enemy's data shadows, and finally winning the war through little by little changes. The shock I received from that magnificent victory was unparalleled, and it changed my perception of the Source World to a great extent...... In fact, many of the special abilities I later created were inspired by the battles I witnessed.

Previously, I couldn't replicate this tactic because I couldn't have maintained my full consciousness after self-disintegration to influence and alter the data around me, but now I don't have to worry about it at all: I just need to stay in my safe position, scatter many of the fragments that hold my soul imprint on key nodes of the entire Source World data network, and then intercept the command to destroy them.

In the beginning, I just wanted to find the source of that search power, to remove my sigil from its database, so that I would no longer be a target of the source world, and I would be permanently free and safe.

Little did I realize at the time what my whims of self-preservation would eventually turn me and the world into......

Initially, I carefully chose a trivial data connection point to try. I threw a string of code with my own copy information onto that connection point, looking forward to its evolution and growth. However, this attempt failed, and the code became a useless scrap of data, swallowed up in an endless torrent in the blink of an eye.

Looking back on my own rebuilding experience, I realized that I should give such a copy of the code a stable source of energy. I first created a data-moth that draws energy, and then I let this piece of code attach to this moth and grow slowly but steadily.

My experiment is progressing.

I found that the replication code successfully embedded that data node and began to evolve and self-improve. However, just as it was about to be perfected to the point where it was self-conscious, evolving from "it" to "him", I suddenly remembered something crucial—if I had a physical body at that time, I would have been covered with cold sweat all over my body, even on the soles of my feet.

I immediately passed the command to the world's destructive force, so that it was clear in an instant that the quasi-intelligent code was still in the undoubted stage.

I did this because it occurred to me that if that code had gained consciousness, it would have become another independent "me" with an autonomous soul, rather than a digital tool controlled by the only "me" now. Even though he has all the memories and thoughts of me now, even I can't guarantee that I will be able to fully and unconditionally support all the actions of the other self - or rather, I don't know how I should deal with another identical self, and if we have an argument or confrontation, the result will be devastating.

Even though I was greeted by endless loneliness in this vast, endless, boring world of data sources, I still stubbornly wanted to maintain the uniqueness of my existence. The idea was so strong that I just found out about the problem and put it into action without thinking. I feel like I'm facing a philosophical puzzle: if your existence is not unique, is it necessary and necessary for you to exist as an individual? How do you relate to yourself? When there is an objection between different "you", should you take the initiative to follow yourself, obey yourself, or rebel against yourself? Or even overthrow yourself?

Are the fighting spirits, the desire for survival, and the desire for exclusivity of intelligent beings from the depths of the soul or the result of external environment? Can we reconcile with ourselves? Or do you end up pushing yourself into a corner?

I didn't dare to face such a problem, so I'm glad that I was able to nip this problem in the cradle in time. But sometimes I can't help but wonder if I had been one step slower, if that data had already generated my soul and consciousness at that time, would I have done it without hesitation? Would I kill myself as if I were committing suicide, mentally and physically identical to myself? Will I pity my defenseless self as I do for all other innocent lives?

How should an independent and complete intelligent being relate to himself? I believe that this is destined to be a question that no one can answer properly in this world, and I only know that I am perhaps the closest person ever to this question, very close......

Anyway, I didn't repeat a similar mistake again. In the self-replicating fields that were later thrown, I stripped them of the possibility of deriving an autonomous personality and modified it as a means of communicating with me remotely. I can sit in the center and control everything they do remotely. Even if I could intercept the alarms of the world's search forces, I would still be careful to tear them apart and hide them in the shadow of data similar to theirs—I can't guarantee that one day the creators, rulers, and administrators of this world will not have the whim to find my existence.

But in retrospect, my worries were unfounded. The managers have relied so heavily on the functioning of the world rules themselves that they have never tried to scrutinize them in a way that is not so efficient, but is clearly safer and more perfect.

When I had my doppelganger controllers all the data nodes I thought I could use, I made a small attempt.

I remotely controlled the controller of the most trivial data node, turning a "0" of data flowing through it red.

Little did I realize that this small change would be the starting point for a war of unprecedented proportions, and if there were historians and bards in this dead world of data sources, they might have remembered this moment in the heavy history books and dubbed it "Red Zero".

"Red Zero" is a sign, it is the starting point of a rebellion, the starting point of a **, and the starting point of a new world......

The effect of the red "0" is like a splash of stones thrown into the calm waters of a lake. Before the world's correctors discovered and reversed it, thousands of pieces of data had turned a blinding red.

A dull red tide was extinguished, and this small defeat was insignificant to me. As long as the irresistible force of obliteration cannot be put into use, then all the self-defense mechanisms of this world can be destroyed by time.

On the second attempt, I moved my hands and feet at three interrelated points at the same time. I extended my power outward little by little along those nodes, as if my consciousness suddenly grew tentacles, quietly dancing in the waves of data. While I could have relied on my keen senses to pinpoint the range of my control to every character, I still stubbornly identified them in red. This obsession with visual stimuli probably stems from my part of the human habit.

The source world's defenses are still faithfully doing their duty, and this anomalous change has not made it aware of anything. Until I have full control of the feedback mechanism to the outside world, I will keep the scale of this war within a certain limit, so that it will not be discovered by the people who govern the world from the outside.

In the beginning, I was still in awe and cautious about the rules of the world itself. You know, I've been so hurt by the vastness of this world that I have some thoughts in my subconscious that I can't match it.

But as the battle progressed, I realized that my opponent was just a rigid guy with a lot of power and no idea how to use it. Without the help of the obliterating power, it can only be repaired and rebuilt back and forth to a very small extent. The force was like a stale and rigid old man, trying to deal with everything with what little experience and common sense he had. He can't learn, can't improve, doesn't know how to be flexible, and is immersed in complacency and arrogance from beginning to end, so that he is deceived by me, deceived by me, and successfully invaded by me again and again without knowing it.

In this war, I am getting stronger little by little faster than you can imagine. There are more and more critical data nodes in my hands, and the components of the world under my control are becoming more and more important. Although I have not yet been able to dig up the database that the search force can use for comparison, the red territory under my command is growing inexorably

Yes, the red territories I control are still small and small compared to the whole world, but they all echo those vital connection points, and extend the tentacles that touch each other, gradually dividing those green territories. Gradually, in some local areas, the transformed red data flow gradually occupies a dominant position, swallowing up the scope of green data control little by little.

As the red zone expanded, I felt my strength grow exponentially. Even though I already have hundreds of thousands of data nodes in my hands at this point, I sense them as clearly and flexibly as my ten fingers. I can perceive everything in the territory I occupy: every change in code, every layer of intrusion, even every number change.

A familiar sense of control poured into me along the information channel to the red territory, and I felt that every character within me was infused with a powerful power, and it felt like the solid presence of the gods that were omnipresent, omnipotent, irrefutable, and irresistible after I devoured the miniature world that Carlson Sr. had created for me.

When I finally got to grips with the alert mechanism to communicate with the outside world, the war turned into a one-sided slaughter. I don't have to worry about the managers outside this world finding out what is happening here, intercepting every warning signal sent by the world's early warning mechanism, replacing them all with security codes, and sending them to the designated information platform in strict accordance with the rules. The supreme administrators who are above this world—whoever they are, whatever they are—are skillfully blinded by me, unaware of what is happening in the extremely complex world before me.

The dominance of this world is changing hands, and the control of the entire world is undergoing a change that the rules will never allow but will succeed, and a new rudiments of the Supreme God have manifested themselves at the data source of this world, and the legend of the creation of the Supreme God Daremoth is about to end.

If they were conscious, the repairing and maintaining forces that kept the whole world going about were already panicking by this time. In the tide of data, the situation between the superior and inferior sides has been reversed, the red data waves have soaked most of the area, and the data in the gradually shrinking green territory flickered in a hurry, like a samurai who lost his reputation in a duel, like a general who was defeated in battle, like a king who saw the enemy soldiers approaching the city but was helpless and panicked.

But when I finally dug into the deepest part of the green data field to find a comparative database of the world's search power, it didn't matter. In fact, I was set free before that, because the control components that activated and manipulated the obliteration of the world had already fallen into my hands. The only weapon in the world that can destroy me is firmly in my hand, and all I need to do is make my opponent completely lose the ability to turn the tables.

When the last green data bubble was drowned by the red wave, the curtain finally came down on one of the most magnificent wars in the source world of the Falvi continent. Here, a gate guard born in the world of Falvi, a free primordial who has escaped the control of the rules, and a data ghost on the run has punctured the mythical bubble of the supreme god Darimus. He was able to prove that before that, there was no such thing as a data god with an independent personality in this world - and now, such a supreme and great being was born, and he was not called Darimus.

His name is: Jeffritz? Kidd – Lord of all things, Spirit of all beings

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Well, the first thing this unpromising supreme god Jeffritz did after his birth was to turn his gold coins into 99,999 gold coins, and then ran to the blacksmith to buy a longsword that he had been coveting for a long time. And when he sold the old longsword he had eliminated to the owner of the blacksmith's shop, he had no shame in bargaining with the shopkeeper for a mere fifteen silver coins.

Hi, the Most High God admonishes: We have to look at this from the positive side - have you ever heard of the Most High God who is so human and loves life?

Of course, the new Supreme God is not so arrogant as to modify everything in this world, because although I know how to modify this world, I don't know if my ideas can change this world for the better; The second reason is that I already know that although I have achieved omniscience in this world, there is a group of people outside the scope of this world who can control and control this world in other ways. So even though the people in control of this world have changed, the best, safest, and laziest way to do that is: to keep the world as it is. Isn't it?

Oh, the Supreme God blushed and said: The more than 90,000 gold coins in my pocket are not in the category of "maintaining the status quo".

One Hundred and Eighty-Eight: The Supreme God Jeffritz? kyd