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Nine and a half hours had passed in a blink, and the vehicle swayed slightly in mid-air.
The voice of Alpha suddenly erupted, sounding as if someone had stepped on its tail. The people inside the car were immediately roused, each wearing an expression of impatience, eager to silence the parrot-like squawking. However, when they reached out to find the source, there were no buttons or switches; it seemed that this Alpha was voice-controlled and required the command of the Commander to completely shut it up.
Freyr appeared to have been startled awake by the noise as well. He opened his eyes to see that Alpha's Virtual Screen had turned entirely red, with warning indicators flashing ominously. The vehicle was disengaging from flight mode and descending lower and lower. It was evident that Alpha's voice had become somewhat chaotic; this was not due to a malfunction or power failure, but rather excessive energy consumption. After all, Alpha had not avoided the flock of birds during its flight, cutting straight through the center of them, which naturally drained more energy. The collisions resulted in an overconsumption of energy. Fortunately, it had timed the alarm perfectly; otherwise, they would have been unaware of what consequences might follow.
The vehicle would likely land on the ground with its roof wide open. If any insects happened to pass by at that moment, they could easily be overwhelmed since everyone inside was defenseless in their sleep state.
Freyr took a deep breath and adjusted the automatic electric engine before switching to Ground Mode. The sports car returned to the track and then locked onto the nearest highway code. As long as they were on the correct road, there would be no worries about getting lost; these roads were laid out using Military Satellite positioning, ensuring they wouldn't veer off course or make mistakes.
Alpha's condition seemed to stabilize slightly after being powered up; its emotional state calmed down as well. Even its previously parrot-like squawking gradually softened into a gentle tone. It appeared that Alpha's alarm system had been overly sensitive in this apocalyptic scenario, but now that emotions had settled, it produced a soothing sound.
With emotions calmed, things seemed to turn around significantly. Freyr quickly got the vehicle back on track. Although automatic driving might not suffice, he felt confident in his own driving skills. Gradually, he controlled the car back onto its path.
"There's probably still half the journey left," Freyr said with a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he maintained a steady speed.
As he drove further along, they remained unaware that Wanderer's Home had already erupted into chaos. The President of the association, Hilbert, was controlling the platform and meticulously identifying the repercussions of these system errors. He had staked the future of the association on these faulty intelligent platforms, but unfortunately, they continued to disappoint him with frequent errors. This led him to discover a shocking piece of news.
"The high-level mission of the Bronze Project has been taken over by someone else, and the team that seized it hasn't returned yet! What is going on? Don't you keep track of other teams when they're taking on missions?" Hilbert scolded angrily.
The manager and relevant department personnel stood cautiously nearby, nodding slightly. It seemed this wasn't their fault; those who truly messed up were the ones responsible for monitoring who had made errors in observation. These individuals were indeed culpable while their responsibility was merely one of inadequate oversight. The system's failures stemmed from negligence on the part of those Engineers responsible for coding, which allowed hackers to exploit vulnerabilities and unleash viruses that caused trouble.
The system, which was supposed to be functioning perfectly, had unexpectedly developed a flaw. The Firewall had become nothing more than a decoration, and the transmission of viruses had triggered localized network paralysis. With the Firewall compromised, part of the defense system had grown weary, leading to some systems being rewritten. This resulted in the deactivation of mission-level permissions, allowing even low-tier teams to take on tasks. Additionally, since missions were sometimes assigned randomly, there was uncertainty about which team would receive them, creating an awkward situation.
“Get up! It seems this place has been restricted. Why can't my Black Card unlock this level of authority? The Black Card is supposed to manage all permissions, especially since it has the White Card above it. Is this a system flaw?” Hilbert's voice suddenly rang out, irritated as he pointed at the Virtual Screen and jabbed at it forcefully, seemingly correcting the inaccuracies regarding permissions displayed on the screen. He continued, “I can tolerate mistakes, but with such a major blunder, I should be allowed to execute you on the spot. Help me unlock this and tell me which team was dispatched. Given how much time has passed, they must have run into problems by now. I can't even check the mission acquisition time. With so many issues in the system, why didn't I notice them back then? I remember everything was fine at that time; these are all things that should be displayed. This must be a fault caused by your self-important Engineers during the Upgrade.”
“Such errors are unacceptable,” said the Vice President calmly, maintaining a serious tone as he criticized the management for their lack of oversight.
Hilbert was equally furious. He had little interest in coding, so he entrusted the permissions to a trusted Engineer nearby to help restore the system. This technician was someone he had supported for a long time and was skilled with computers; it was essential to have him maintain and rectify the network vulnerabilities.
“Clear out all the junk from the network, restore data transfers, and adjust the Hard Drive for Read-Only Archive. Can all of this be done?” Although Hilbert wasn't adept at these trivial tasks, he was eager to let truly valuable individuals showcase their talents—a mark of a wise leader. The other Engineers looked on with blank expressions; having caused such a significant mess, they were uncertain about what punishment awaited them. In this situation, merely losing their jobs would be fortunate; losing their jobs while preserving their lives would be a blessing.
“Hmm, I can handle this independently,” said the Glasses Man confidently with a smile before he began typing vigorously on his keyboard. Lines of code stacked up rapidly like building blocks; his coding speed was meticulous yet flexible. His computational and evaluative abilities had reached the highest standards in the system engineering department.
The department head watched in astonishment; such talent in coding was indeed rare. Entering Alchemical templates for programming should pose no problem for him.
On the Virtual Screen, light points gradually disappeared as many cryptic characters materialized. The light source on the read-only storage flickered briefly before displaying an interface that explained it was saving to a designated storage device. Starting from one percent, it loaded to fifteen percent in less than thirty seconds—an incredibly fast pace—but due to the vast amount of information being restored from read-only mode, the recovery time would need to be extended slightly.
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