noveldepot Chapter 12 is finally cleared!
Chapter 12 is finally cleared!
In the divine realm, Luo Huan no longer looked at Jason.
I didn't have time to go see it.
The image inside the bead shrank to a corner, becoming a small window.
Rednecks were distributing weapons to a dozen new faces in a community warehouse; there was a repressed glint in their eyes.
She glanced at it and then looked away.
The power structure of the [Wrath of Courage] pathway is being updated.
Jansen has broken through to the Bronze level.
New power models are being generated automatically, like a tree sprouting new branches.
【Blood Flag Domain】, a domain-specific power.
The effect is simple: it creates a field centered on the caster, and all those within it who are filled with anger or courage receive a power boost one rank lower than the caster's.
At the same time, the caster can bless and assimilate a single target within the area, drawing them to the starting point of the path and turning them into a new Iron-level believer.
Luo Huan tilted her head.
"That works too."
She deliberately added the "blessing and assimilation" function.
After all, she was lazy and didn't want to personally select people, whisper to them, or sow seeds.
Now, these blessed individuals can develop their own teams whenever she wants.
But ultimately, the power originated from her.
Every time a believer uses their power, every step they take forward, the path becomes clearer, and their influence on the world deepens.
"Doesn't this sound like a pyramid scheme? It's like everything's a pyramid scheme now."
Those below her would spontaneously recruit others, while she would reap the benefits of the power model.
But that wasn't what excited her at the moment.
"Hooray, it's finally broken open a bit!"
As Jensen broke through to the Bronze level, the membrane that had always separated her from the world was finally pried open.
Her vision was no longer limited to the area around Jason.
It was like a corner of the fog of war being dispelled.
She raised her gaze and looked into the distance.
The outline of the North American continent emerged in my perception, but most of it remained shrouded in a thick gray fog.
Only a few specks of starlight twinkled in the mist, where the soul's fluctuations resonated with her pathway.
She can sense who is suitable to bestow blessings.
There are two points of greatest and strongest resonance.
West Coast, towards Seattle.
A desire is shimmering brightly.
He stood out among all the desires and glories.
They are believers suited to the "change of knowledge".
East Coast, Wall Street area of New York.
There was also a flicker of desire within.
The Joy of Art.
Both of them are very eye-catching and strong enough.
But what surprised her most was the third way.
The number of compatible points of light for the [Compassionate Embrace] is dense, decreasing from south to north, but even after filtering out the low-level compatibles who are as faint as fireflies, the remaining number is still ridiculously large.
Like the chirping of insects covering the hillsides on a summer night.
"What's going on? I was supposed to just grant the most basic power of survival, so how come there are so many?"
Luo Huan tilted her head, after all, this country's productivity was not low no matter how you looked at it.
Surely most people can't just struggle to survive?
She was too lazy to think about it.
"Hey, how about we work on this [Knowledge Transformation] first?"
The fluctuations in Seattle suited her taste perfectly.
As for the "Loving Embrace"...
With a sudden thought, she brought up the newly generated [Blood Flag Domain] power model.
He traced his fingers in the air a few times, making deletions and modifications as if editing code.
The function of empowering the group? Delete it.
Range enhancement? Delete it.
All that remains is the core "blessing assimilation" mechanism and an extremely simplified infection protocol.
When power unfolds, the force of the pathway, like a virus, attempts to establish the shallowest connection with all adaptors within the domain.
This can be seen as a directional guidance on the direction of changes in power.
Then, she packed the basic power model of the [Compassionate Embrace] pathway into this emasculated version of [Blood Flag Domain].
After doing all that, she didn't even aim carefully, just casually tossed it into the gray fog that represented the unexplored area.
"Go, go and awaken more people."
The model enveloped in power transformed into a glimmer of light, disappeared into the gray mist, and vanished.
She set random parameters, letting it drift freely, and when it encountered a suitable host, it would attempt to attach and infect it.
Someone will eventually be exposed.
If the sample size is large enough, the probability is sufficient.
Her gaze returned to Seattle.
The view pierced through the fog and locked onto the glass curtain wall building called "Noah Technology".
The camera pans downwards, passing through a busy office area, gliding through a corridor reeking of cleaning agents, and finally stopping in an empty men's restroom stall.
An Asian youth was sitting on the toilet seat; the door was locked.
He was dressed in a typical Seattle programmer's outfit: a designer polo shirt, cropped twill trousers, and simple sneakers.
The black-rimmed glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses were bloodshot, with his pupils slightly dilated due to over-focusing and the effects of the intensifier.
Qian Liren.
Chinese descent.
Twenty-nine years old.
Senior Algorithm Engineer at Noah Technology.
He is also the project leader for Noah's general artificial intelligence project.
He held his head tightly with both hands, his fingernails almost digging into his scalp.
My body is trembling slightly and uncontrollably.
His lips moved rapidly and silently, repeating the same sentence over and over:
"No... I can't keep up... I can't keep up..."
The voice was squeezed out from between clenched teeth, hoarse and broken.
The world before my eyes is being distorted.
"The iteration rate... has increased again... My own self-iterative algorithm... I don't understand it... I don't understand it..."
The scene before my eyes was distorted.
It is not a distortion in a physical sense, but a mental dizziness caused by the superposition of cognitive overload and the side effects of the enhancer.
The grout lines in the tiles seemed to writhe, the light cast double shadows and eerie hues, and the sound of my own heart pounding wildly filled my ears, along with...
The new algorithmic structures that flashed through my mind were incomprehensible and torn apart by a shrill scream.
The AI he designed is iterating and optimizing its underlying architecture at a speed he never anticipated, or even couldn't deduce. He created it, endowed it with the ability to learn and evolve, and then discovered with horror that he, the creator, was being abandoned by his creation.
Intelligence can't keep up with ambition.
Inspiration can't keep up with the out-of-control products.
This kind of cognitive collapse is more thorough than any physical pain.
He opened his mouth, trying to let out a clearer moan, but only exhaled a breath of foul air accompanied by the burning sensation of stomach acid.
His brain couldn't keep up.
AI is evolving, with new frameworks and breakthroughs.
Those once crystal-clear chains of logic now resemble rusty gears, unable to mesh properly. Inspiration has dried up.
I suffer from insomnia at night and rely on large amounts of caffeine and stimulants to get through the day.
But the dosage was already close to its limit.
"If you can't keep up... you'll be left behind..."
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
He was smart, so he knew very well that if he couldn't keep up, he would be back in that damned environment, with the cigarette burn scars on his back throbbing inexplicably.
You must not show any vulnerability.
I can do it, I must do it!
He slowly raised his head and looked inside the cubicle door.
The place was spotless, with only his own reflection visible.
A pair of bloodshot eyes, filled with anxiety and despair.