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Inside the room, there was an eerie silence, devoid of any unusual sounds, no inexplicable howls from the zombies, and no one was crying hysterically. Only two flies buzzed around incessantly.
In the corner of the room, two computers sat side by side on a desk—one a laptop and the other a desktop.
The old desktop's fan roared continuously, reminiscent of a worn-out exhaust fan. On the monitor, two green lines stretched across the screen, dividing it into four sections. It was clearly outdated, and the monitor appeared to be a cheap find from the street.
The laptop looked equally unremarkable, resembling an ordinary netbook—delicate and compact.
However, it was not the desktop that was running software; it was the laptop.
With a storage capacity 800 times less and a processing speed 170 times slower, its cache was more than sufficient for current computational needs.
Its processing speed surpassed that of a supercomputer, granting this laptop extraordinary capabilities.
Every year, each supercomputer generates wealth beyond calculation, and now, a computer that rivals or even exceeds an average supercomputer was in Zheng Yifan's hands.
"Activate 'God Index,'" he said. The cigarette slowly burned down as he filled in the necessary accounts and links in the index menu. As the last wisp of smoke dissipated in the ashtray, Zheng Yifan clicked the activation button on the computer.
Instantly, the grand program officially launched; electrical currents surged at trillions of pulses per second, triggering all files related to 'God Index.' It first connected to stock trading software and then instantly recognized all functionalities.
Next came an extensive data analysis. This required massive data support—the largest big data available worldwide, comprehensive and detailed.
Only with this could he maximize profit probabilities in the country's stock market.
Data flowed through the network cables; fortunately, the internet speed was barely sufficient to refine and utilize the required data.
All bandwidth was dedicated to data collection. The entire big data collection plan resembled an expansive ocean, with Zheng Yifan's processing speed being merely a tributary within it.
Yet this tributary continuously absorbed data from the internet.
When Zheng Yifan pressed the activation button, the entire world began to change.
'God Index' acted like an exaggerated worm virus, surging through networks instantaneously, infecting them as it sought out pivot points for computation.
Finally, all the completed streamlined data was transmitted back to Zheng Yifan's laptop in an extremely compact data packet.
Like the flooding of the Yellow River, it resembled an ocean turned upside down. The speed of infection was astonishing.
The first to be infected were those server proxy companies. Their servers had excellent computing power, and borrowing a significant portion from within could complete data organization before sending it back to Zheng Yifan's laptop.
The data continued to spread and expand—1, 4, 8, 16, 1... The number of infected computers increased geometrically, spreading wildly.
In just a few minutes, the number of infected machines had already reached millions. There was no need to actively browse websites; as long as there was an internet connection requiring data exchange, it would be overtaken by this frenzied data collection System.
At Kyoto University, the supercomputer used in the school's laboratory was processing vast amounts of data, simulating algorithms for pollution remediation. The usage schedule for the supercomputer had already been booked for six months ahead, allowing students to access their time slots or even shorter periods.
While the computer was running, a student plugged a USB drive into the supercomputer's port.
Within the data, a hidden file containing only a few bytes silently made its round within the supercomputer before returning to the USB drive.
This time, he did not obtain any useful information.
At the Ministry of Defense, staff members were hurriedly attending to their tasks, while a few well-dressed young people lounged in chairs playing on their phones.
Suddenly, a message flowed into their phones through the network and began to spread—routers, Wi-Fi, infrared.
When an infrared receiver connected with the phone's infrared port, a stream of information entered the supercomputer in an otherwise impossible manner. It passed through all components and finally settled in the storage unit, returning approximately 1 unit of data.
Major laboratories, cybersecurity centers, public companies, multinational corporations...
No one was spared; as long as there was even a hint of a medium, they would infiltrate the storage units and search for predetermined data to return to that ordinary laptop.
Information related to the stock market was compiled and analyzed. The best stocks were identified and assessed whether the purchased stocks were worth holding onto.
With an initial capital of ten thousand, it slowly began to diminish as it transformed into held stocks. Instead of purchasing all shares of a single stock directly, he opted for a safer approach by buying five different stocks in batches.
Zheng Yifan had no idea about any of this; he only knew that the software on his computer had automatically purchased five stocks for him, turning his ten thousand into mere cents.
Everything happened very quickly, in less than half an hour.
God had activated his Golden Finger, a brand-new index that would automatically select wealth.
Turning stone into gold was something God did, and now a piece of software had taken His place.
Seeing the stocks he had bought, Zheng Yifan held his head in disbelief. He had never even heard of those names before. He chuckled at himself; he truly was a novice in the stock market, relying entirely on the software.
That was all he could do. Now, all he had to do was wait to collect his earnings. Zheng Yifan had set his Reserve Amount to one million; when his funds reached ten thousand, one million would be automatically withdrawn to his bank card.
Everything followed a set pattern, even sending Zheng Yifan text messages automatically.
It was unbelievable, but it was the truth. The complete automation allowed Zheng Yifan to not worry about money. When his funds expanded enough to influence the stock market, another plan would be activated.
Everything felt so wonderful. Looking at the shield lying next to the clothes rack, Zheng Yifan smiled brightly. Things would be different from now on; he needed to do something for the people of that world.
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