C227 Trouble! Trouble! Stir up some trouble!
The uploaded memory fragments of Gawain Cecil? And the eighteen times of decoding trail? Levying more computing power?
This pop-up message immediately caught Gawain’s attention. He changed his mind and the endless loading in his mind stopped. He decided to dig out more behind this message.
The Eternal Sleepers obviously didn’t do much to secure their data. Unencrypted data and a net structure without any alarming system had made hacking a child’s play for Gawain. Even though he was far from being familiar to this network, but with the devoured knowledge, through trial and error, it didn’t take long for him to figure out how to control the information and track the flow.
After a thorough reconsideration, Gawain realized, it might be unfair to ascribe to their naïve network security knowledge.
The network, in fact, was secured, until his incursion. First, in order to access the network, one must be an Eternal Sleeper with reshaped psych-world by specific fallen theurgy and pass the registration authentication of the Eternal Sleeper Mental Network. Second, the network had a sufficient verification and authentication management function. Except for an account required to link to the net, individual must also have the permission to stay active in different areas, one example is the barrier shielding the central area.
Since soul was unduplicable in regular situations, this kind of “account management” was quite reliable. However, this security system had a fatal defect: once an individual had both the qualification to be connected and the proper permission, his could do basically whatever he wanted to do. Just like Gawain, even though he was crawling data recklessly, giving meaningless or even wrong commands, behaving so suspiciously, the network still would not fire any alert.
In short, this network was impenetrable from the outside, but undefendable from the inside.
It would be too much to ask for the Eternal Sleepers to take Gawain into consideration. A soul with the ability to control satellite and feign mental network permissions through digesting other souls was all but foreseeable.
Gawain gradually closed his eyes pretending to meditate. Actually, he was trying to retrieve everything about that message in the network. He was attempting to allocate as much useful information as possible before signing out.
This network indeed had an sever loophole, but Gawain would never underestimate the capabilities of the people in this world, especially these Eternal Sleepers. The loophole existed simply because the network was still unfinished. It was only a matter of time for it to be fixed. God knows how talented these daydreaming cults could be in fixing bugs.
After several trials, Gawain finally mastered the tricks of crawling information in the network. He tried searching “the memory fragments of Gawain Cecil” and fortuitously found a lot:
So far, the Eternal Sleepers had tried 17 times to crack the memory fragments without any success. The most calamitous one happened after they creating some kind of computational array with hundreds of powerful members: they tried brute force attack, and none of them survived.
After that, these cults learned their lesson. Instead of brute force attack, they tried to cut fragments and understand the smaller fragments abstractly. Thus far, this had drove another more than 300 elite members to meet their god.
The source of these fragments was unexpected but not surprising: the devoured cult. He secretly uploaded these fragments through the mental link while Gawain was busy absorbing and digesting his soul.
He never gave in. He tried till the last second of his life to send more memory to his associates. And this really surprised Gawain.
This poor guy was probably trying to warn his folks, to expose the true “Gawain Cecil”; or maybe he just wanted to send back some useful information; or, which should be the closest to the truth, he had b
