Chapter 54: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 54

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

For a full night, thirty hours, Chen Yi was trained by Grendel like a rubber doll, exhausted all over, aching all over, as if he had fallen from a tall building.

The worst part was that no one forced him to do this; he did it himself to avoid losing Master's face, forcing himself to endure it.

Thus, the energy consumed was naturally several times that of a passive state.

On the bright side, the effect was better; just thirty hours of training made Chen Yi's long-sedentary body feel increased flexibility—being kneaded into various shapes all night long, there was every reason to improve.

What was special was that after being oiled, his body did not feel obvious fatigue; otherwise, how could a normal person exercise continuously for thirty hours?

The feeling afterward was more like having participated in an intense ball game or a half-day shopping trip, without the discomfort of utter exhaustion.

The subway slowly arrived at Jiangning.

Chen Yi kept his head down, dragging his suitcase with difficulty, wanting to slip through like he did at night.

However, the moment he walked out of the subway, the bustling scene almost made him swallow his teeth.

The throngs of people, as if going to a market, passed before him—professional suits and black silk, suits and jackets, shirts and T-shirts, bags and suitcases of all sizes—blocking him firmly in the center of the platform, the flowing crowd moving him involuntarily.

More people either looked hurried or kept their heads down reading newspapers and playing with mobile phones; not a single idle person was in sight.

"Sir, please make way."

Chen Yi turned around and found a subway actually behind him. And he, like an ordinary passenger, "walked" out of the subway, standing foolishly at the door.

Eight in the morning. Precisely the rush hour for commuting.

Chen Yi carried a large bag and pulled two suitcases—not ordinary, but not conspicuous either.

Most people were too lazy to even glance at him.

Behind him, the normal subway was packed full of people, like canned goods being transported to a factory; everyone's expression was calm and peaceful, privately trying their best to find a comfortable position.

Chen Yi walked out of the subway station somewhat nervously, then stretched long and hard, thinking: I must sleep well when I get home.

While thinking, he also took out an Energy Recovery Potion from his backpack to drink.

Having too many gold coins had its troubles; look at Mr. Timothy's resentful gaze when he discovered he couldn't use up millions of gold coins, look at the eager eyes of the little mages—how could he not do his best, devote all his strength, and use up all the scrolls and potions?

For the Holy Qiao Kingdom, as long as there were scroll materials, as long as there was Elemental Substrate, as long as there were endless resources, why would they care about a few low-grade finished scrolls and potions? Just over a dozen transactions had let them taste the sweetness of material abundance unseen for thousands of years; for the mages who wanted to reshape the empire's glory, Master was simply as adorable as the Magic Net.

The heavy box made a clattering sound; Chen Yi held an Energy Recovery Potion in his mouth, slowly returned home, leisurely put things into the garage, sat on the sofa too lazy to get up, and then even dozed off.

I don't know how long passed before his little sister startled him awake: "Second Brother, where did you buy this drink? Such an exquisite bottle."

Chen Yi looked up—it was indeed the Energy Recovery Potion he had left on the table; a glass bottle costing ten gold coins, carefully crafted by a national-level artisan, of course it was exquisite.

The potion in the bottle had long been drunk; Chen Yi wasn't worried, just half sat up and said: "How did you skip school again? A boarding student acting like you is quite comfortable."

"Where's the comfort? The school's broken computers are terrible, and using the teacher's is forbidden; I had no choice but to come out."

"No one knows?" In his impression, the system at Jiangning Girls' School was quite strict.

"So I cracked the school's attendance system and made myself a day student access card." Chen Rongxi seemed to have done something trivial, speaking entirely as a statement.

Chen Yi sighed with emotion: "When I was in school, why didn't I think of becoming a hacker to have such convenience? You might as well make one for Big Brother; he wouldn't even need to go to morning exercises anymore."

"Big Brother would confiscate mine too." His little sister chuckled, paused, then mysteriously said: "Second Brother, is that super powerful zombie computer you used before still in your hands?"

Chen Yi immediately thought of the game platform she had mentioned and said warily: "You're setting your sights on Floating Mountain again?"

Chen Rongxi fidgeted: "I've become the Executive Vice President of Jiangning University's Computer Association, so naturally I need to show some results; Floating Mountain Game Platform is my inauguration declaration."

"The longer the title, the less it's worth." Chen Yi sighed: "Look at Marx; at most he says Karl Marx, saying things like revolutionary mentor is rustic. And ***, they even omit the two words 'Grand Progenitor.' Your President isn't even just Vice, you have to add Executive..."

"Executive is bigger. Second Brother..." Chen Rongxi grabbed his arm and shook it.

Chen Yi patted her hand and said lightly: "I'll tell you, that zombie computer of mine isn't an ordinary chicken; you can use it, but how do you guarantee you won't be discovered? Like running at full speed, for example."

His little sister looked at him doubtfully: "If you have administrative privileges, you can bully them however you want; all parameters require permission to view, we just change the parameters. The only fear is that their hardware is too little; even if you want to use it, you can't."

"What about installing software? Can it be hidden?" Chen Yi was already asking about his Lightning Trading software.

"Not too difficult, but I've had little contact with large servers..."

Chen Yi interrupted him, saying softly: "It's a supercomputer."

"Really!" His little sister's face was full of surprise, stars in her eyes, while constantly saying: "I knew it, I knew it..."

"I'm not actually familiar with supercomputers." Chen Yi hedged while saying: "I can let you use it once, but first under my supervision. Second, you have to help me three times."

"Use it three times."

"Use it once, help three times. Next time you want to use it, we'll talk again. This is a supercomputer." Chen Yi was very firm about this.

His little sister had no choice and agreed reluctantly, saying: "Where is there someone unfamiliar with supercomputers who can get the administrator password of a supercomputer? You just want free labor."

Chen Yi only smiled without explaining.

The truth was that because he wasn't believed, he angrily exiled himself.

However, Chen Rongxi was freed from the pressure of being exploited in less than two minutes, jumping up and down excitedly, constantly shouting: "Supercomputer, too incredible."

Indeed, even if supercomputers spread across the world like crabgrass, to the common people it was like a city—wherever there was its trace; as for supercomputers hacked into zombie computers, that was an unverifiable legend.

If it were an experienced hacker brother, he would surely raise countless questions now, but his little sister trusted Second Brother very much, only regarding it as a deed worthy of worship, nodding desperately: "I'll study supercomputer things carefully recently, but I still need specific data."

"That's easy; I'll make an explanation document for you." Chen Yi said and returned to his room to turn on the computer. The "Siren" stored explanation documents as large as several gigabytes, prepared for newcomers unfamiliar with its use.

Although it was a high-end model among supercomputers, since various academies in North America could apply to use it, "Siren" not only had to keep running at full load at all times but also had to endure the abuse of countless novices, like the top courtesan in a wild kiln—from the day of her debut, she had to be held down by countless big hands of men and women.

Although the US Government was like the old procuress in the kiln, always trying every way to squeeze out every bit of profit from each subordinate, this was indeed the method most in line with economic principles.

The research and manufacturing costs worth hundreds of millions or even over a billion dollars—maximizing utilization was inevitable, and to maximize it, increasing the number of user applications and then selecting was both simple and practical. Therefore, under normal circumstances, a supercomputer from the start of installation and use should never stop and should run at maximum suitability—this was what both the manufacturer and the owner had always hoped for, just like an old procuress hoping her girls would best lie in bed and never move.

Chen Yi moved very slowly.

After he clumsily routed through two other zombie computers and downloaded all the document materials from Siren, his little sister was already gazing longingly, eagerly transferring them to her notebook and immediately began reading.

She watched and watched, then seemed to recall something, suddenly saying, "Second Brother, I played on your Magic Knight account a few days ago and discovered a female player named 'Prosperous Rose' looking for you."

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