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Looks like malicious code was uploaded five hours ago. The machine was still at the Pulao Crew's ordinance factory at that time.
That's not a place someone can just waltz in all willy-nilly.
Got that right. Its anti-tracking software is really sophisticated, too. Redundant code is generated every 10 minutes to hide the malicious code.
They must have planned this for some time. Had it not been for my habit of always leaving a backdoor in all of my programs, I wouldn't have been able to figure out what was wrong.
Only a handful of people in Kowloong have the authority and technology to pull something like this off.
Got that right. Either the hackers I took care of last year or the members of the Chaofeng Crew you took in.
Aside from those few, there's gotta be someone with high security coverage.
...
Got it. This is the work of "Cradle".
Looks like this hacker organization is finally reemerging in Kowloong after supposedly dying years ago.
They may have tried to mask their payments several times over, but they're receiving regular payments from...
Villier stares at his mobile access terminal for some time before finishing his sentence.
From who?
Yin.
...
Hmph, humans truly are hopeless. It appears even relatives can be eradicated, so long as they stand in the way.
...Why so flustered?
Flustered? I've never been more calm.
Humanity has merely confirmed my beliefs every step of the way. After all the anger dissipates, hilarity is all that remains.
Anger...?
Despite learning that I have been betrayed, I still feel devoid of emotions.
Seeing Villier fraught with anger, I'm suddenly overcome with ideas never to have crossed my mind.
Humans have an array of emotions far more profound than just a single noun in a set of data.
Brother's fear and anger, Villier's loneliness and disgust, and the family's love and gratification—all intertwined with each other.
I overflow with emotional ties, none of which stem from the heart.
My family taught me humility, and humility abstains oneself from brandishing this word.
But perhaps I am as perfect as Villier and the others say. I'm always able to respond to others with the appropriate attitude and meet their expectations.
This has been my duty since birth—to be a lonely, powerful, and false Supreme.
The Supreme is a mere facade, weaved through lies to dance for the masses.
I will fulfill my family's mission, live up to the expectations of the people, and refrain from any actions ill-suited for the Supreme.
A ruin devoid of warmth lies beneath my shell, drowned in indifference.
To fill these emotionless ruins, I try my best to imitate and show concern for others in an attempt to understand the deeper meaning contained in these words, so I can try my best to act like a normal person.
But the repairs I've made on these ruins merely end up disappearing into the sea without a trace.
Some things just cannot be imitated.
