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Chapter 627 - 323: Conversation, Permissions, Rising Fame_2

Chapter 627: Chapter 323: Conversation, Permissions, Rising Fame_2

Surface logic, that’s the hierarchical access on the forum app.

For instance, the highest level of access belongs to the moderators of each forum.

They can set rules, mute users, delete posts, and establish sub-moderators for topic subsections, but they can’t change the overall operation of the forum app. They can only act according to the app’s operational rules, possessing only the rights to use, not to modify the app, nor to view the content of other forums.

The second-highest level of access goes to the sub-moderators of the various topic subsections beneath the moderators.

This is akin to a department manager.

They can only manage their own department.

Staff permissions belong to registered members.

They can speak freely on the forum, but can’t manage anything. They are merely users.

Temporary permissions belong to visitors.

That doesn’t need explaining.

Brian was effectively like a sub-moderator (yet-to-be-formed department head) of a forum (NW organization) subsection on the forum app (Holy Council), but at the same time, he could view all topics and secrets of the entire forum app (Holy Council).

Although the right to know didn’t mean he could directly manipulate things, it was still quite badass.

According to Artificial Intelligence Nocturne’s explanation,

many of the technological breakthroughs made by the numerous organizations of the Holy Council were assisted by them.

He himself could freeload this knowledge.

In a technological society, knowledge is truly priceless!

As for these Cylinder Brains...

Once his power was sufficient, the Holy Council?

When it came to the safety of humankind, yet there were so many organizations and powers involved, their energies dispersed in struggles for authority and profit, unable to unify power or align their interests...

That’s really inconvenient!

When the time comes, hehe...

Suppressing some rather adolescent thoughts, Brian looked towards Artificial Intelligence Nocturne.

Dreams, he could have those later when he returned.

First, complete the authentication.

...

Zizzz—

Along with the sound of electricity,

a metal tentacle suddenly dropped from the ceiling above, stopping in front of Brian.

The metal tentacle looked similar to an octopus tentacle, but its surface bore patterns like Nocturne’s exterior, and at the tip was a recessed mouth.

At that moment, this mouth was positioned right in front of Brian.

Nocturne guided him, "For authentication of access, the highest and second-level authorities require DNA verification, as our surface logic access is designed to function in this way..."

Brian interrupted, "Is this so you can see a genius with your own eyes?"

"Yes, Disaster... energy reserve is estimated to be exhausted in fifteen seconds, please complete the authentication quickly...," Nocturne started the countdown.

Brian wasn’t in a hurry but continued, "By what criteria do you verify that I am a genius, and furthermore, if I want to obtain all your stored data, how do I do that?"

"Genius verification data is drawn from FBI and CIA dossiers and analyses.

As an authenticator of the underlying logic, you have the right to obtain the stored data, but transferring data requires a new Cylinder Brain and sufficient Mother Liquid energy... Warning, energy reserve is estimated to be exhausted in five seconds..."

Only then did Brian leisurely extend his palm, dropping a treated drop of his blood into the metal tentacle’s recessed tip.

The next moment.

The data-made face of Nocturne flickered with a torrent of data.

After about just one second, it spoke again, "Data entry complete, respected Mr. Disaster, you have now obtained all second-level access of NW organization’s surface logic... Looking forward to meeting you again..."

With a faint sound,

a device resembling a monocle was passed to Brian by the metal tentacle that appeared before him.

The passage he had entered through was also opened again.

The data-made head of Nocturne also began to slowly dissipate, dimming down.

Brian hurriedly said, "What’s this? What is Mother Liquid? Also, secretly send all my data to my staff account!"

"This is the authority monocle, which activates after entering the base.

Mother Liquid... is the Fetal Fluid of a mother...

Currently, human biotechnology lacks a certain essential mystical substance and cannot perfectly configure a human body Fetal Fluid capable of supplying energy..."

Nocturne didn’t finish speaking before completely shutting down.

Looking at the darkness before him, Brian frowned, "Fetal Fluid, isn’t that the same as amniotic fluid?"

He took the monocle, pursed his lips.

Before him, the glass apparatus was prism-shaped, approximately over three meters in length and five meters tall, with an inner width of nearly four meters... How many pregnant women’s amniotic fluid would it take to fill such a large volume?

And more importantly, so much amniotic fluid was only enough for such a brief exchange with Nocturne.

This...

Brian had many more questions at the moment, but with Nocturne’s silence, he could only hold them in for now.

...

Leaving the passage.

This time, Brian noticed significant differences.

For example, the six spider robots guarding the area.

Upon seeing Brian, their moving bodies surrounded him, seemingly in protection.

Inside the passage, Moli, who was waiting, watched this scene with envy in her eyes.

This was the embodiment of management-level authority.

Seeing Brian seemed somewhat uncomfortable, she reminded him, "Lord Brian, you can wear that monocle. It will give you the answers."

Upon hearing this, Brian touched one of the spider robots, then clipped the monocle onto his face.

It was a left-side monocle, its style somewhat reminiscent of the power-scanning eyepiece Brian had seen in his past life from Dragon Ball.

It really resembled it.

However, this monocle had a lens that was brownish-black, like sunglasses.

Once the monocle was on,

Brian was surprised to find that the lens was very transparent and didn’t hinder his normal vision at all.

The most magical thing was, when he looked at objects around him, his left eye could actually see annotations appearing above them.

This felt somewhat like VR projection technology.

For instance, when he looked at several spiders around him, his left eye could see annotations appearing above their heads: Base Guard Spider H-model, currently in target protection mode.

When Brian looked towards Moli, annotations also immediately appeared above her head: Special Operations Second-level Staff Moli...

Not only did the annotations provide Moli’s personal information, but there was also an option for her resume at the bottom.

Brian tried to extend his finger and touched the area on the lens labeled with the resume.

The next moment,

the projection above Moli’s head slowly unfurled, revealing information about the missions she had performed and the positions she had held.

However, Brian also noticed that some information was just a code number, apparently beyond his access privileges.

Brian realized this was because he wasn’t the head of Moli’s department, so he could only see some of Moli’s public record and was unable to view certain confidential matters.

The artificial intelligence Night had not granted him that backdoor access.

Perhaps it was due to potential risks.

Curious, Brian continued to look around the open space.

This time the annotations were much more concise: Cylinder Brain Dormitory

Next to the annotation, there was another note: You have temporary access authorization, temporary authorization countdown...

This annotation made Brian realize that the next time he saw ’Night’, it would probably be when the entire NW organization heard his voice.

...

Leaving the Cylinder Brain Dormitory.

This time Brian didn’t need Moli to guide him.

The glasses even had voice command reception.

For instance, if Brian wanted to go somewhere, a hovering arrow would immediately appear on the base floor, guiding him forward.

All security passages requiring authorization and various verifications would open automatically as he approached, granting him virtually unimpeded access.

With the help of the glasses, Brian gained his first deeper understanding of the base hidden deep underground.

The entire NW organization’s underground base was similar to an anthill, with passages leading everywhere, the main thoroughfares managed by ’elevators’ below.

Brian used to seldom come here.

He would detect his surroundings with ultrasonic waves, and a three-dimensional map of that level would emerge in his mind at each location.

But the overall effect was poor.

There were too many security partitions.

These passages blocked his detection.

Other than the Divine Sense mentioned in novels, Brian could not think of any way to covertly chart out the true layout of the underground base.

Actually, even obtaining such a map would be useless.

The purpose of security partitions meant that if one area was breached, the next would be lined with new defenses.

Even the current Brian didn’t have the confidence to break out from underground.

Dean would likely find it challenging as well.

But now everything was completely different.

...

As Brian left the base, returning to Los Angeles with his gains,

official emails from the NW organization were being sent to all Federation and global authorities and powers associated with the NW organization.

Brian’s name also appeared for the first time in the sight of many global powers.

The world was welcoming a new, young authority.