351: Chapter 131 Another 351: Chapter 131 Another C·Shivaji-21 died without ever understanding what had happened.
This was another secret defended by the Eighth Martial God—the vulnerability in the underlying protocol of the Brain-Machine Interface.
The initial underlying protocol of the Brain-Machine Interface was personally forged by the likes of Xiang Shan, the pinnacle of the academic community, followed by Zhu Xinyu joining forces with other powerful hackers for security monitoring.
It was a peak of human intelligence at the ti and was almost unhackable by contemporaries.
However, with the advancent of generations, the technology for chip fabrication improved, and the old underlying protocols gradually beca inadequate for new hardware.
It was ti for an update.
The chip technology research and developnt and the updates of the underlying protocol in the last century were all completed by governnt personnel.
And what the Eighth Martial God had mastered was the most fundantal security vulnerability.
His extraordinary perspective in the field of Inner Strength allowed him to see through the vulnerabilities in King Aqini’s latest military products decades ago.
This security vulnerability allowed him to use a “computer” to transmit certain specific stimuli to the “biological brain” through the input and output ports for information.
He could, to so extent, manipulate the activities within soone else’s brain.
In the past, this was strictly prohibited.
Throughout the 21st century, Xiang Shan had been attempting to technically block this kind of “external influence on the biological brain.”
Decades ago, “stealing brain computing resources” essentially ant sending computational requests to the subconscious part of another’s mind.
After prolonged research, the Eighth Martial God knew how to avoid alerting the invaded subject’s conscious awareness to the “theft.”
He just disrupted the opponent’s Inner Strength defensive actions.
These guys didn’t input their Inner Strength correctly into their own devices and weren’t accurately recognized as commands.
Their brains reflexively triggered Inner Strength in defense, but these attacks were then guided elsewhere along the wireless signals.
Of course, Xiang Shan now lacked such a ticulous ability.
And previously, in battle, Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan had captured the chips and protocols now used by King Aqini’s Mobile Cavalry under his direct control.
Xiang Shan discovered that the protocol with the vulnerability hadn’t been discarded but was instead patched up and still in use today.
And Xiang Shan’s severe headache was also because of this.
His brain was still damaged.
But that’s alright, this pepper shaker will hurt all the more.
C·Shivaji-21 likely died in excruciating pain.
He was beaten to death.
Barely powerful hands swung a barely powerful weapon, the vibrations gradually seeping into the biological brain.
Even when Xiang Shan regained consciousness from his headache, he had been dead for a while.
Xiang Shan was groggy.
The intense headache from forcibly using his Inner Strength had almost interrupted his thought process.
He was still in a state of brain damage.
Forcibly awakening the previously damaged neural pathways would cause abnormal electrical discharges in the brain, leading to this agonizing pain.
And this ti, the pain seed to co from “everywhere.”
He felt the full extent of the pain.
—This brain…
really is…
Xiang Shan got up, drew his Sonicon Blade, cut open C·Shivaji-21’s Armor, and then extracted the storage device.
But the mont he damaged it, the storage device ignited.
Xiang Shan expressionlessly tossed the hard drive to the ground.
It ca with its own incendiary and oxidizers, even specialized heat-generating agents with a scientific ratio.
Even if extracted underwater or in an oxygen-free environnt, it would still release thousands of degrees of heat in a short ti.
The energy released in such a short period of ti was rely a few thousand degrees, not enough to damage the External Armor of an arm.
However, the information inside the storage device—or rather, the crystals and the subatomic particles of the quantum states storing the information—were extrely fragile.
This storage device was now unreadable.
To prevent such destruction, one would probably need to pre-douse it with sothing like liquid nitrogen to lower the temperature below the ignition point of those incendiaries.
Xiang Shan didn’t bother trying the remaining pepper shaker.
He knew the outco would be the sa.
These fellows had been exposed to the Martial Studies taught by King Aqini and had access to more secrets; their protection asures were also higher.
Even if the maintenance cost was significantly increased, the Protectors didn’t care too much.
Xiang Shan twirled his Long Spear around, pointed it downward.
He looked around for any Mobile Cavalry with brain activity, walked over, kicked one over, and thrust the Long Spear toward the back of the head.
But then he thought better of it and lowered the spear.
Xiang Shan then looked toward Old Hamr Trace, lying off to the side.
The old fellow was lucky.
When those Rangers were pouring bullets into each other, Old Hamr hadn’t been caught in the crossfire.
Xiang Shan walked over to him and said, “Old Hamr Trace…
you look pretty ragged.
What about you?
Can you fix yourself up?”
Old Hamr was extrely surprised: “I never ntioned my na…
how did you know?
Why…”
Xiang Shan pressed on his forehead: “My mistake…
I should have thought of it.
I should have made a backup of your mory files.” He paused for a few seconds, “But never mind.
It doesn’t matter, it’s all over.”
“What…” Old Hamr shouted: “What does that an?
The Eighth Martial God’s Legacy, this…”
Xiang Shan looked toward the blazing cave.
Just like the storage devices of King Aqini’s disciples, the fire there was unlikely to be extinguished anymore.
“There’s no longer any Legacy of the Eighth Martial God.
It’s over.”
Xiang Shan turned to the old man, “Can you fix yourself?”
The old man nodded: “Yes…”
“Then take the brains of these people with you.
If they’re willing to admit guilt and undergo reformation, it wouldn’t hurt to give them a chance.”
As he spoke, Xiang Shan turned and walked away.
The fallen rocks had already piled up to form a passage.
The old man shouted, “Who on earth are you?”
“A dead man.”
The old man froze there.
Only after Xiang Shan left did he place his hand on his head and burst into laughter, “Hahaha…
Hahahahaha…
so that’s how it is…
that’s how it is…”
………………………………
Xiang Shan walked upward.
There were signs of battle all the way.
Perhaps the Burrow Dragons had also experienced a fierce battle.
Xiang Shan’s fingers lightly brushed over the QR codes left by the Eighth Martial God.
He was silent for a few minutes, then continued forward.
Now, all the Mobile Cavalry had been eliminated.
What remained in the tunnels were various drones and sporadic sounds of fighting.
As Xiang Shan walked forward, when he encountered data cables like snakes, he would reach out and pull, destroying the surface layer and electrically shocking all at once.
He now knew everything about this underground community, even better than so of the younger Burrow Dragons.
Xiang Shan continued walking without saying a word.
Soon, he arrived at the core of the community, that underground factory.
There had also been a fierce battle here.
There were many Burrow Dragons’ corpses on the ground.
Their Biological Brains had been destroyed.
This was a fatal injury.
Xiang Shan stood in front of the corpses of these Burrow Dragons for several seconds, then brought his hands together in prayer before continuing further inside.
He reached the most central location without any obstruction.
The Burrow Dragons had not set any passwords here either.
The Burrow Dragons were a power that lingered in the dark.
If the enemy reached this point, it ant that they no longer had any secrets.
By then, whether there were passwords or not didn’t matter anymore.
He moved aside a broken chanical arm, swept away a collapsed transport track, and entered.
—Many people had died…
That’s what Xiang Shan thought as he reached the deepest level.
It was a small warehouse, considered a public domain.
Inside, materials the Burrow Dragons had prepared for Hero were stored.
There were various alloys, and even finished Armor and weapons.
But one corner of the warehouse had not been touched for many years.
It was a pile of well-sealed tal parts.
In the very corner, there was also a large Carbon Crystal box.
Xiang Shan opened this preservation box, and inside were so black, regular ceramic-clad materials.
This was precisely the refined fission fuel.
Xiang Shan found several engineering robots in the warehouse and began silently assembling the Reactor.
He just happened to know how to use this thing.
The robots began to assemble according to the preset program.
anwhile, Xiang Shan leaned against the wall and sat down.
His head began to hurt.
And then dizziness followed.
Xiang Shan temporarily lost his sense of direction.
He felt as if he were falling.
Eventually, his consciousness cleared again.
The algorithm for controlling posture told him he was still sitting against the wall.
But the surroundings were no longer that dim warehouse.
In the darkness, he saw himself sitting opposite.
“Yo, partner,” that other self was even still in physical form…
No, his current self was too.
Xiang Shan…
leaning more towards the Eighth Martial God’s Xiang Shan nodded, “So that’s it.
It feels like this.
I understand now, ‘the other ’.”
This was not a real conversation.
It was just a “hallucination” created by his brain to understand the current situation.
The Biological Brain of this Xiang Shan could be considered an ancient serial computer with only one set of “neural networks for processing personality data.” However, under the distribution of the computer, this neural network could operate like a single-user multi-tasking system, first running personality application A, then personality application B.
The words uttered by personality application A at the interdiate stage of contemplation, or when the allocated “Brain Ti” was exhausted, would be temporarily stored in short-term mory.
Then, personality application B would be awakened.
Unlike schizophrenia, the “personality application” here is not even a “complete personality.” It’s closer to an external manifestation of will, a facet.
Or to describe it using ancient terms, a “Personality Mask.”
There’s only one “true nature” beneath the mask.
It’s like a person holding two masks, performing a two-character play.
“It shouldn’t have been this troubleso,” the simulated Eighth Martial God’s Personality Mask said, “Over ti, ‘we’ would have gradually integrated.
This current state is only a compromise by the damaged brain due to the vast knowledge.
There aren’t actually two personalities.
We are rely talking to ourselves.”
The Native Xiang Shan shrugged, “I find this form of experience quite novel.”
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