Cyber Heroes

"Is this how early knights did things?" After hearing Xiangshan's story, Matsushima Hiro nodded.

"Oh, so what was the result of this assassination?" TX-0 asked the question he was most concerned about.

Xiang Shan scratched his head: "I just remembered this paragraph through the topic just now. This is not a very important operation, just a daily assassination. It is not the first few times when danger is everywhere, nor is it a period of fighting alone without gathering teammates. , let alone assassinating the main target. So I don’t remember the result very clearly... It was probably successful, but I don’t remember whether the last target was a real person or a dummy."

"Ah...that's such a pity." TX-0 said.

"A-Ling, you can't tell me Xinyu's current situation, but what about David? David, you can tell me now, right?"

"My information on these matters is limited to 'content available on the public Internet'. I will not download knight information into this personality cover at will. Especially those old knights from the old generation. You also know that they live By now, his abilities must be extraordinary, and his identity is even more extraordinary."

Xiang Shan nodded: "That's true."

"If Senior David is really still here...still..." A-Ling thought for a moment, "I always feel like something is wrong."

"Forget it, it's enough to relax." Xiangshan stood up and said: "Songdao, you must have adapted to the newbie. Then come again."

In the next few days, Xiangshan trained hard.

On the third day, Matsushima Hiro had a general evaluation of Mukayama Martial Arts as a whole.

Matsushima Hiro believes that Mingshan's skills have indeed deteriorated a bit compared to three years ago.

But it’s only “a little bit”.

Compared with the progress Xiangshan has made in his internal strength in the past three years, it is really not worth mentioning.

Three years ago, Xiangshan's inner strength was far inferior to that of the TX-0, and he could only rely on the three dragon-slaying moves to barely protect himself.

Xiangshan's internal strength now even exceeds his own heyday two hundred years ago.

In comparison, the loss of this small amount of external work is negligible.

But Xiangshan still asked for further polishing of his external skills.

"I have always hated that my martial arts skills were not high enough." Xiang Shan said.

He practiced here for about seven days, and then told Matsushima Hiro that he needed to leave for a while to change his mood.

After concentrating on an activity for a long time, the activity feels boring and enthusiasm fades. This is not a form of laziness, nor is it something that can be overcome with training.

Because this is human nature.

Humans are hunter-gatherers by nature. Hunter-gathering means extracting resources directly from nature rather than consciously transforming the world. This is a life of low stability. If a hunter-gatherer takes the same route every day to collect resources, it won't be long before there are no resources left to exploit on that route.

Human nature would require him to avoid such behavior.

The preset psychology of the human brain is unable to adapt to this kind of life of "working steadily and getting paid periodically".

People who do creative work are more likely to maintain enthusiasm for their work than people who do repetitive work. Daily wages are also more consistent with human nature than monthly wages.

Therefore, even a person with strong concentration like Xiangshan will be at the mercy of this law.

Xiangshan has always respected "efficiency".

He needs some time to "change his mind."

After leaving the martial arts gym, Xiangshan returned to Matsushima Hiro's basement and replaced the prosthetic body with the reactor he had come from. He naturally walked out of the martial arts district and came to another street.

This street was the residence of a gang three years ago, and there was a server. The unrest three years ago did not spread here. After all, the fire broke out among the senior gang members. The people who manage this server are only a few peripheral personnel, in addition to a practitioner who commands the territory.

But these people were subsequently taken away by asylum seekers in a wave of anti-gang operations.

After that, the server became ownerless.

Some people with quick reactions immediately thought of snatching the parts on this thing. A scramble soon ensued.

But there are always some bold ones.

Soon, some martial arts disciples announced their intention to take possession of this server.

At this time, the server had just been dismantled a little. Those civilians lacked effective means and could only dismantle some antennas, peripheral panels and the like before they had time to go deeper. Those martial arts disciples repaired these things and agreed to provide free services at a fixed time every day to make the surrounding crowd give up fighting.

These martial arts disciples later introduced management AI.

Well, by the way, this is one of the few ways to improve organization that is acceptable to asylum seekers.

That is, "a group of people voluntarily submit to the management of an open source AI."

AI is not a vague common imagination, but is built by real code. AI is also not an entity that reduces people to "means" like gods or companies. AI does not have its own tendencies and purposes, and can also have the purpose of "purely serving human beings".

Of course, there is another reason. The asylum seekers themselves will also use AI to assist management or production.

The biggest flaw of AI is that it is difficult to resist rewriting or confusion by internal experts. At least in this era, it will not become a mainstream combat effectiveness. But it still makes sense from a civilian perspective.

Xiang Shan found a corner nearby, then took out a hat-like solar panel and put it on his head.

As a man who owns a fission furnace, Xiangshan doesn't really need this kind of thing.

But to make a living in this city, you have to put on some disguise.

The efficiency of solar panels in this era is approaching its limits. If it only needs to meet the consumption of life-sustaining activities of the brain, then a few square decimeters of battery panels will probably be enough. [Of course this is data on Earth. Mars and the asteroid belt need larger ones]

In addition, the network signal here is good.

Xiangshan immersed himself mentally in the Internet. He has seen the Internet of the old generation, so he is somewhat dismissive of the "local network" based on cities in this era. In addition, because he subconsciously distrusts the Internet, he instinctively refuses to devote himself to the Internet when Zhu Xinyu is not around. Therefore, Xiangshan did not browse the Internet of this era three years ago.

However, Xiangshan digested and absorbed the achievements of the Eighth Martial God, and his internal strength improved by leaps and bounds. Now he can gallop on the Internet by himself.

"First of all, we have to find a way to trick those lords..." Xiang Shan thought.

At this moment, Babbitt also came over. He saw Xiang Shan and said, "Sir, Mr. Nonem, you really came on time!"