I, the only superpower on earth

At 8:30 a.m. San Francisco time, Navalli left the house.

Just tens of minutes ago, the housekeeper at home fainted because she slipped and fell on the ground and hit the floor with her head. Navalli found her when she got up early, and then called the hospital urgently to send her to the ambulance.

Before that, because the ingredients in the villa had been emptied, she ordered a large amount of ingredients in her own name and stored them in the refrigerator at home.

Navalli only ate a small amount, and it was still stuffed to the brim.

The above things are all proved by undoubted covert monitoring, even if Hoover is reborn, there is nothing wrong with it.

When Navalli finally went out, he looked the same as yesterday.

Weak body, tattered face, shortness of breath after walking a few steps.

But no one knows that for him now, every gasp is a carefully designed camouflage after mastering the frequency; the dark red scar on his face is the result of controlling the capillaries and tiny nerves on the face.

So, he just got into the car naturally, as if nothing had changed, and closed his eyes in the back seat of the car.

...

The wheels roll forward on the roads of San Francisco.

At the same time, Navari's consciousness fluctuated in the huge ocean of data.

Surveillance cameras at street entrances, naked-eye 3D billboards on the side of the road, networked cash registers in supermarkets, real-time urban monitoring systems of municipal departments...

And it was born in 1969, and now it has connected the whole earth in series. Navalli feels and summarizes the sea of ​​​​networks from each connected device all the time.

External signals such as text, video, and sound are analyzed into deeper logical codes of 0 or 1. In the lowest world, it was dissipated into pure electronic signal pulses.

Navalli's eyelids moved slightly, and the streetlights three streets away suddenly dimmed.

Navalli's knuckles tapped lightly on the sofa in the car seat, and in the science and technology building five blocks away, a certain floor that was vacant all year round suddenly lit up.

Navalli took a breath. In a small city hundreds of kilometers away from San Francisco, in the internal network of the city hall, several names suddenly appeared in the recorded population of the city.

This is a virtual world that is large and small, integrated and distinct. From the place where it was born, I am afraid that no one would have imagined that one day someone would be able to access it with their brains without using any equipment, and it seems that they have something to do with it. Natural mastery.

——This is exactly the power awakened by Navari's spiritual transformation.

His consciousness shuttled in the almost endless sea of ​​data.

As time goes by, the scope of control is getting bigger and bigger.

From San Francisco, to Los Angeles, and finally the entire state of California, and it is still spreading in a further direction.

Where the optical fiber reaches, that is, where the eyes can reach.

Even the satellite communication network system, including private commercial satellites and public communication satellites, has become a part of Navalli's hand, although the body lives in a Citroen sedan driving at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, But his consciousness shuttles from one node to another at an unimaginable speed. Everywhere he goes, the secrets and information hidden in it are all hidden in front of him.

Including in the United States, several giant companies that were split due to anti-monopoly laws, and the structure that was secretly combined in an unimaginably complicated way...

Including some big families that ordinary people have never heard of, but have relied on hundreds of years of inheritance, and have accumulated wealth many times higher than the richest man in the world through trust funds and multiple holdings to avoid inheritance tax...

Including the shocking secrets of the current president, the former president, and even the former president who are hidden in the most secret information base and completely isolated from the outside world through physical firewalls. Any one of them can cause shocks in the political circle...

In addition, it also includes the true identity of the creator of BTC, the violent events planned in advance by the CIA and FBI for the next general election, the real financial reports of many shady companies, and the hidden sexual assault incidents that occurred on a small island on the border of the United States...

In this regard, Navalli just "watched" calmly.

It seems that there are no psychological fluctuations.

His consciousness seems to have gone beyond the real world, and has entered the symbolic world formed by the meta-rules of the lowest-level data.

All the information saved through analog signals or data signals are contained in it, and everything is dissected into the most basic structure.

No matter how respected a person is, no matter how great wealth, they are just a binary signal of "0" and "1" composed of bytes.

In this sea of ​​data, the camera is the eyes and ears of Navali, the CPU is the assistant of Navali, the information highway is the kingdom of Navali, and all data is the return of Navali's scepter.

This is his world.

Everything is up to him.

Nothing moved him.

...except for one thing.

After "reading" a piece of information that both the Pentagon and the FBI considered "top secret", Navalli finally felt a little bit turbulent.

"...'Blood Angel'...Manami Mizuhara...the trapping plan...conducting in-depth research on extraordinary phenomena?"

Navali murmured in his heart.

Thinking back to the contents of the confidential documents "viewed" in the deepest part of the intelligence center's computer, he let out a faint "heh".

"The plan formulated by Colonel John and Admiral Robert of the American base stationed in Japan wants to bring the 'supernatural contact' that appeared in Japan back to the United States for in-depth research in the laboratory in Nevada?

"...Although there is no need to intervene...but...in this world, are there really extraordinary people like me?"

Navalli finally opened his eyes.

The eyes and ears have returned to the real world.

But his mind was still stuck on the information he had just discovered.

Regarding the existence of the codename "Blood Angel", Navalli has also seen her related videos on the dark web, but he didn't pay much attention to it in the past, because those videos were basically regarded as rumors or CG synthesis.

However, now, he has learned that the power in those videos is a real existence. And in this world, besides myself, there are other transcendent beings...

"Is her...or their powers also related to 'Tezka Tripoca'? If it's not the Smoke Mirror, which other god is it?"

Thinking like this, Citroen has already stopped.

Navalli raised his head, and through the car window, he saw the building of Close AI standing in front of him.

In just one day, it seems like a lifetime away.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, instead of getting out of the car door by himself, he let the driver get out of the car, opened the car door for him respectfully, and sent him to the walker.

Then, Navalli slid towards the company building step by step.

"...The transcendent who appeared in Japan has nothing to do with my plan, so ignore it now.

"Now, although I can be called the master of the data world, the power to transform into reality is still only such a body, and there is no way to control the overall situation.

"So I still need to disguise... until the moment when I completely tear off the mask.

"——At that time, this country will usher in a new moment of rebirth."

The moment he entered the building, Navalli smiled slightly.

He extinguished all the sharpness and coldness in his eyes, and it became the same indifferent calm as before.

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