Chapter 1392: Chapter 1252: Decryption Complete!
Chapter 1392: Chapter 1252: Decryption Complete!
In Cloud Dream, if one had to find the Boss Lincoln, it generally required a three-step approach—
If the matter wasn’t urgent, one could try directly ntioning him in the Office Group Chat.
Whether there would be a response depended on the ti you ntioned him, the matter at hand, and his mood at that ti.
If it was sowhat urgent official business, then it was best to find Quentina, who, as Cloud Dream’s Butler, could generally get a response from the Boss— even if Lincoln couldn’t make himself available, he would still offer advice.
If the situation was truly very urgent, and Quentina couldn’t reach the Boss either, then one had to turn to the mysterious genius girl Mavis—with the recent addition of Lincoln’s personal Assistant and future wife, Camille Victoria.
At this step, one was guaranteed to find the Boss.
...
This experience had never failed before.
But just this ti, it failed.
When they contacted Mavis, the little girl who almost always replied to ssages within seconds, there was an extrely rare delay in her response.
Camille, on the other hand, did give a response, but the Little Princess’s answer to everyone was:
“Lincoln is not At Ho.”
“He’s dealing with sothing more important and can’t free himself for the ti being.”
Quentina and the others were quite puzzled, “The Aliens are about to drive the Players out of the virtual world!
What could be more important than this?”
“There is,” the Little Princess affird very certainly, “I don’t know the specifics, but this matter must be more important than anything else happening right now.”
This left everyone thoroughly confused.
If it were anyone else, these words would not hold any credibility—but what could possibly be more important than the virtual world that spanned the Global, had nearly one billion users, and was generating astonishing profits every second?
But this was Lincoln.
And he really might be occupied with sothing far more important than the virtual world.
Everyone was even sowhat reluctant to pry further because they might just get pulled into so confidentiality and anti-Spy training.
—There was a precedent for this.
Once, while chatting with the Boss in the Office Group Chat, everyone was having a rry ti when soone, not sure what ca over them, suddenly asked:
“Boss, with your ability to operate ten lines as a flight instructor, coupled with your ch and electronic warfare, you alone are like a modern Army capable of air and land confrontation, storming into The White House would be a piece of cake, right?”
Lincoln didn’t shy away, “That shouldn’t be a problem.”
It wouldn’t have been an issue up to that point.
But perhaps getting a bit too excited, that person suddenly further said, “The officials are now recruiting experts who can handle six-line operations, and the Army is also communicating with them, does that an inside the Army…”
At this, they ca abruptly to their senses and quickly stopped talking.
The Group Chat also fell into an eerie silence all of a sudden.
That afternoon, the National Security Bureau located that Employee and spent the entire afternoon questioning and educating him before leaving.
—Within Cloud Dream’s Legal Departnt, there is a Team specifically responsible for confidentiality awareness and anti-Spy education, which indeed includes an agent from the National Security Bureau.
With this in mind, no one wanted to dig deeper at the mont, hoping only that the Boss would finish his tasks quickly and take charge of the situation.
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So, where exactly had Lincoln gone?
The answer was the virtual world.
But not the virtual world about to beco an Aliens’ Lair, it was another brand-new virtual world.
Just how new was this virtual world?
—It had been born less than a day ago.
Three hours earlier, Mavis had suddenly jumped up from the Small sofa, her eyes blazing as she looked at Lincoln.
In her pupils, a Golden Sun twinkled with a faint light.
“Master, that big guy is about to finish decrypting!” she exclaid.
“How much longer?” asked Lincoln, who had been working tirelessly for days and was equally sprawled on the Sofa, but he imdiately sat up straight.
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“10 minutes!”
“Let’s go, into the box!”
After notifying Camille Victoria that nothing should disturb him, Lincoln entered the [Box] with Xiaong.
This [Box] was the newly created virtual world.
Lincoln had almost certainly determined that the “big guy” was a communicable “alien,” even though he couldn’t see through its essence yet.
Still, he couldn’t overlook its potential value and danger.
Thus, he had no intention of “unpacking” it in the virtual world.
Instead, he had created an independent virtual world outside the existing one—a world that seed unremarkable but was actually heavily fortified and could be shattered into data garbage at any mont.
This extre data bomb could bring about complete and irreversible destruction.
Even the separate server extracted for this purpose would be destroyed alongside it—not necessary, but Lincoln insisted on leaving nothing to chance.
It wasn’t small—the size of nearly half a tropolis.
However, compared to a mature virtual world, it was minuscule.
Inside, apart from a Spaceship, there was nothing else.
It unavoidably looked sowhat empty, so Lincoln simply nad it [Box].
10 minutes later, one second before the decryption finished, Lincoln completely locked down this virtual world.
From then on, no information could be transmitted out of here, and naturally, no information could co in from outside—this was the reason for his disconnection.
The golden ribbon completely detached from the Sun and unfolded slowly in the air before gently retracting and condensing into a ping-pong ball-sized golden orb.
Under the watchful eyes of Lincoln and Mavis, the orb gradually stretched into a human shape.
Seeing that the alien looked so standard, Lincoln couldn’t help feeling disappointed.
Although it made more sense for it to resemble Mavis and to use technology fully compatible with the human world, Lincoln still felt let down.
The only doubt in his mind was why, if they all looked quite similar, did the aliens invent such bizarre characters?
But now was not the ti to think about this.
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This unknown being (doubtful) opened its eyes.
It looked like a patient who had just recovered from a severe illness, barefoot and clad in a thatched white hospital gown, a brief look of bewildernt crossed its eyes.
After surveying its surroundings, it focused its gaze on Mavis, its eyes showing a flicker of surprise: “*********?”
Mavis blinked and looked at Lincoln: “He’s asking if ‘the plan’ was successful.”
“What plan?” Lincoln asked.
Mavis then turned to the sickly uncle and asked the sa question.
The patient quickly understood sothing from this action, raised his hand to open a small window, and swiftly locked onto one of the select options.
He was about to swipe and send the data to Mavis.
But as soon as the stream of light left his fingertip, it dissolved rapidly, turning into a misty fog.
He paused for a mont, surprised, and took another look at the space around him.
A mont later, he looked at Mavis again: “********?”
Mavis turned to Lincoln: “Master, he’s asking if he can be granted so basic permissions?
He wants to send you a translation package.”
Lincoln thus lifted one layer of restriction—the [Box] was not only equipped with “isolation” and “self-destruct” functions.
Only then was the alien able to successfully send the “translation package.”
After receiving it, Mavis added it to the Earth’s English language database, allowing the translation software to operate before passing it on to Lincoln.
——Regardless of necessity, it’s better to take precautions.
Finally, communication could comnce.
“Hello, stranger from another world, I am Difeng · Anxing, a Funeral Worker of Civilization.
You may call Doctor.”
Well, well!
Lincoln imdiately said well, well!
[Civilization Funeral Workers]!
Just the title suggested a super villain!
But before that…
“Are you aware that you are already dead?” Lincoln asked.
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