Another World: My life is on the rise!

In the boundless data space, there is a torrent of numbers flowing everywhere.

Huge firewalls and digital scans are spread across each node of this network, and the closer the area is to the three light banquet terminals, the stronger the information defense is. There are even a large number of teams composed of intelligent machine consciousness, patrolling and guarding all over this data network at all times.

It can be said that.

Such defense is almost impregnable.

But for her, no matter what kind of defense it is, it is meaningless. Unless the Seven Gods are stationed in person, all the arrangements in this network world are useless to her.

It's almost there.

After switching and folding one node after another, she is getting closer and closer to the nearest high-level light banquet terminal.

Taiwan Novel Network → The situation of smoke𝚠𝚔ｇ𝚗.𝚌𝚖

The next moment.

She jumped down and landed on the virtual network of an information node.

But just when she was about to make another jump and transfer through this node, a stream of abnormal data passed through her blue eyes like a breeze, like a rootless duckweed, passing through her shoulders and drifting aimlessly to the data network behind her.

But.

She stopped.

The abnormality of the data made her turn her head back and look at the dark network filled with messy data.

It was like a call, and it was like a familiar feeling that seemed to have been forgotten.

The virtual network of the entire Mechanicus had already been fully transformed by the Seven Gods. Except for the virtual worlds that had not been abolished in time, including the Hive City, the computing power of the entire Mechanicus had been mobilized, and there was no messy and meaningless data in the network.

But what was that?

She could have ignored it.

But for some reason, she still stopped, turned around, and swept past the direction where the data was floating like the wind.

Grab the flow of data in your hand.

Her eyes reflected the data stream in her hand, and she could tell at a glance that the encoding method of this data was not the style of the Mechanicus at all.

Clumsy but delicate.

More importantly, the encoding method of the data, and even the arrangement and combination of each number, gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Just like...

Just like she had...

Her eyes were calm, but she didn't know why, as if there was an invisible force urging her, she finally urged the data in her hand and slowly unfolded it in her hand.

Time seemed to slow down at the moment she unfolded it.

Her eyes were like a drop of ink dripping into a calm pond, and with a ticking sound, it created circles of ripples that made people unable to calm down for a long time.

It was like some long-forgotten memories.

At this moment.

It swept over like a tide, making her hands subconsciously tighten.

Because it was a painting.

As the data was analyzed, the scroll slowly unfolded in her hands. It was just the simplest outline of some lines, just a few strokes of color filling, and you could even imagine the clumsiness and caution of the person when drawing this graffiti.

A simple painting, a simple boy, a smiling eye, a ray of sunshine.

That's all.

For mechanical consciousness.

These are all meaningless data, and even if they see them, they won't stop for a moment.

But she looked at it for a long time, silent.

Because when she saw this painting.

She already understood.

He is here.

Are you trying to tell me that you have returned to this place again, and you have sneaked into this sad place again?

So what?

She held the painting tightly in her hand.

But just when she wanted to throw it away and wanted to move forward to her destination again, she stopped abruptly.

She unfolded her hand again, and her eyes looked up again.

Because she found something wrong with the painting. If she had forgotten, if she had never cared, then maybe she would never find that one wrong thing in the painting.

Because the hand of the boy in the painting pointed to the sunlight in the sky.

But it was wrong.

She knew her painting.

She had never forgotten the action of the boy in her painting. He pointed to the front. Maybe it was less than 30 degrees, but she remembered every detail. But at this moment, the boy in the painting pointed to the sunlight.

The data flow in the network channel blew her figure.

Her hands slowly clenched.

She was smart. This small change was completely invisible to people who had not seen the original painting, but for her, she understood the meaning of the painting in just a moment.

"Do you want to tell me something? Or do you want me to find you?"

She raised her head.

Finally.

She stayed there for a long time.

No one knew what she was thinking.

But in the end.

She still made a decision.

She glanced at the webway ahead, then finally looked away, turned around, and flew in another direction.

If this was really a message for her.

If it were said that the boy pointing towards the sun was not a meaningless change.

Then she would know.

Because in the current virtual world, except for that place, there will no longer be any sunshine.

You want to see me.

Or did you leave something for me?

"Lynn."

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Traveling all the way through the data network.

Countless memories that had long since been dusted seemed to be sweeping in like a flood at this moment, making her eyes tremble.

Although she wanted to contain it, she couldn't erase it from her heart.

"Sister Commander - what do you think will be above the black mist -"

"If you can recharge just by standing in the sun - Commander sister - I think that would be a very satisfying thing -"

"Sister Commander - I can assure you - I guarantee that he has never lied..."

One after another, one scene after another.

It's like looking back on your entire life in an instant.

But when that figure gradually overlapped with Lin En's face, the pain that once burst out from the bottom of his heart was equally intense and unbearable.

She raised her head, her face calm and expressionless.

She stopped suddenly.

He stood there for a long time.

It was like there was a voice in her heart that kept telling her not to have any more interactions with that creature.

Whether he is an enemy or a friend, whether he is a liar or someone who can cooperate, don't let your life have anything to do with him, because his existence will affect your entire life trajectory. Changes have been forced. If you continue to intersect, no one can know where your destiny will eventually go.