255: Chapter 255 Information Plunder: Stealing Core Data
That sphere of light pulsed slightly in Lin Mo's palm.
It was tiny, so small it was almost negligible. But in Lin Mo's perception, it was like a burning star, containing a power sufficient to change everything.
This was the "gift" left to him by the "Correction Protocol."
It was also the key intelligence he had forcibly snatched from that cold, ancient consciousness that transcended human understanding, risking the assimilation of his own consciousness.
Lin Mo lowered his head, staring intently at the sphere of light.
He could feel a massive amount of data surging within that light. That data was compressed to the extreme, encrypted to the extreme, and protected to the extreme.
Those were all the secrets of the "Scavenger" main fleet.
Scale.
Technological level.
Tactical characteristics.
And—core weaknesses.
If any single piece of this information leaked out, it would be enough to give humanity a slightly better chance of winning in the upcoming final decisive battle.
And at this moment, they were all in his hands.
Lin Mo took a deep breath—if he still had breath here—and slowly guided that sphere of light toward the core of his consciousness.
The moment they made contact—
His entire world was torn apart.
Countless information fragments, like a frenzied flood, surged violently into his consciousness! Every single fragment carried a massive amount of data capable of bursting an ordinary human brain, and every piece spun, collided, and fused wildly within his consciousness core!
He saw it—
An incredibly vast fleet. The scale of that fleet far exceeded all human imagination. Tens of thousands of warships were arranged in an endless formation in the void, and the energy level of each warship surpassed the sum of the three previous combat units.
He saw it—
The technology of those warships. spatial fault weapons, matter decay rays, gravitational singularity projections—these were just the most basic configurations. Even more terrifying were the ultimate weapons he had never seen before, which could not be described by any language and transcended the scope of human understanding.
He saw it—
The tactics of those warships. They were not individual units fighting independently, but a massive "whole" connected by a quantum entanglement network. Attacking one was equivalent to attacking all. Facing one was equivalent to facing ten thousand.
He saw it—
The core weakness of those warships. A tiny, almost imperceptible logical loophole hidden in the deepest part of all the data. That loophole was a permanent trauma left by the final resistance of an ancient civilization during the Correction Protocol's eons of operation.
If that loophole could be precisely attacked at the critical moment—
It would be possible to paralyze the entire fleet's command network.
It would be possible to turn those arrogant killing machines into a pile of useless scrap metal.
It would be possible to—win.
Lin Mo's consciousness core trembled violently.
Not because of pain.
But because of excitement.
Because of the wild joy of finally seeing a glimmer of light in the endless darkness.
But he had no time for wild joy.
Because he could feel that something else was hidden within that sphere of light.
That thing was quietly, silently trying to invade his consciousness core.
It was a contingency measure left by the "Correction Protocol."
Although that cold consciousness had given him an "opportunity," it had never truly trusted him. It had hidden a tiny, almost imperceptible "tracking program" within that sphere of light.
Once Lin Mo brought that data back to the human world, that tracking program would activate synchronously, sending all the secrets of human civilization—military deployments, technological levels, social structures, and even the consciousness characteristics of every individual—to the "Correction Protocol."
This was an exchange.
Trading intelligence for intelligence.
Trading secrets for secrets.
Lin Mo's consciousness core contracted sharply.
That old fox.
But he wasn't angry.
Because he had long expected this.
When dealing with an ancient consciousness that had lived for an unknown number of billions of years, how could one not be extra cautious?
He closed his eyes and mobilized all his power—the unique power condensed in the "Kunlun" world, composed of countless human memories and emotions.
He began the "purge."
Purging every line of data, every byte, and every information fragment within that sphere of light. He was going to find all the contingency measures left by the "Correction Protocol" and clear them all out, leaving none behind.
Those tracking programs were very cunning. They disguised themselves as normal data fragments, hiding in the deepest parts of countless pieces of information, protecting themselves with the most complex encryption methods.
But in Lin Mo's eyes, they had nowhere to hide.
Because this was "Kunlun."
This was his home field.
Those tracking programs were created by the "Correction Protocol" using pure, cold logic.
But what Lin Mo used to purge them were human emotions, memories, and dreams—those "mutated psionic energies" that could not be predicted or analyzed by any logical program.
Logic, in the face of psionic energy, was like a cage made of paper.
One tracking program after another was found by Lin Mo, torn apart, devoured, and purified.
Piece after piece of data fragments were stripped from the "gift" and thrown into the endless void.
Finally—
The last tracking program disintegrated silently before him.
That sphere of light was now as pure as a newborn star.
Inside, only the things Lin Mo needed remained—the complete, true core intelligence regarding the "Scavenger" main fleet.
No contingency measures.
No traps.
Only hope.
Lin Mo let out a long breath—if he still had breath here.
His consciousness core was exhausted to the extreme at this moment. That game of chess with the "Correction Protocol" and the battle to purge the tracking programs had consumed too much of his strength.
But he did not rest.
Because time was running out.
He lowered his head, looking at the pure sphere of light, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Long Zhantian," he said softly, "did you see that?"
"I found it."
"I found their weakness."
He gripped the sphere of light tightly and hid it deep within the innermost part of his consciousness core.
He raised his head and looked toward that distant, slowly rotating "Kunlun" core, toward the riddled but still persevering low-dimensional world he was about to return to.
"Wait for me to come back."
"I'm coming back with the hope of victory."
He set off, walking in that direction.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.