Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

Chapter 812

The piercing screams echoed for a long time in the solitary confinement cell.

"Relax, this is just a normal physiological reaction. If you are willing to cooperate, it won't be so painful."

A bio-engineered robot, identical in appearance to Noah, stood in the interrogation room. Before it stood one of the commanders of the attack, whose eyes were now filled with terror.

He couldn't comprehend how this android possessed so many unheard-of abilities. As the translucent tentacles penetrated his body, he clearly felt his body slipping out of his control, his self-awareness being gradually stripped away. A more powerful consciousness, like a mask, covered his body.

What exactly is this new type of weapon?

The persistent pain intensified, and the fear brought by the unknown almost consumed him.

"What do you want to ask? Ask already! Please stop torturing me!"

The android controlled by Noah calmly replied, "You've misunderstood. This isn't torture. I don't need to extract information from you. I just see you're stuck in a quagmire without realizing it, and I want to help you out. It's the only way."

"Open your heart and grasp at the straw I'm offering. Relax, take a deep breath, and don't resist."

"No, this isn't right. This isn't me."

"Knowing yourself is not a bad thing. We don't have to live with a mask on, we don't need to carry any goals, we can just follow our hearts and do what we want to do."

"Do what you want to do?"

As more tentacles wrapped around his body, the commander's gaze gradually became vacant, and he began to unconsciously repeat Noah's words.

"Yes, join us and do what you want to do."

"Join us."

The same scene played out simultaneously throughout this row of solitary confinement cells. All the captured commanders were held in solitary confinement, each room containing a bionic robot controlled by Noah.

These robots are directly connected to Noah's thinking unit, and the masks they wear ensure that they can use the abilities of the Faceless Ones without hindrance.

For Noah, these robots were his alter egos, enabling him to obtain answers more efficiently.

Suddenly, the android in one of the rooms lowered its head, and its eyes changed from blue to red, which meant that control had been transferred to the Hound Type-1 system.

The mask attached to the robot has been deeply imprinted on the commander, forming a new mask.

Over the next few minutes, the commanders in this row of rooms were successively assimilated by the masks.

Their memories, long since wiped clean, were pitifully laid bare before the masks. These people only remembered combat techniques and objectives; they knew nothing else.

The planners of the terrorist attack clearly understood the extent to which they needed to minimize the risk of intelligence leaks. However, this was based on conventional interrogation methods, excluding Noah's unique approach.

"Open all the solitary confinement cell doors."

dong dong dong.

The heavy doors of the solitary confinement cells opened one by one. The prisoners sat in chairs with their heads bowed, and transparent masks emerged from their bodies, seeping out of the cell doors like liquid and pooling in the corridor.

Upon closer inspection, each mask has a translucent tentacle attached to the back, with the other end still connected to the prisoner's body. These masks collide and merge in the corridor, eventually forming a completely new mask.

The hollow facial features on the mask trembled violently, as if enduring immense pain.

At that moment, a bionic robot pushed the processor into the corridor and connected itself to the device. The mask seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and suddenly thrust into the robot's body.

In an instant, the processor screen lit up, and a massive amount of information flowed out like a waterfall. This method allowed direct access to the library's intranet database, with the mask-controlled bionic robot acting as the operator, filtering information through connections hidden within the mask.

"As long as something exists, it will inevitably leave clues. These clues are multifaceted and cannot be perfectly hidden by simply erasing memories. From skill learning to clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, no detail can be completely flawless."

The main AI grants relevant permissions to Hound Type 1.

The system uses fragments of special information extracted from the masks to match them with existing information in the database, quickly extracting a large number of data clues.

This data is a mixture of true and false information, and there are still too many potentially suspicious entries in fuzzy searches. However, the merged masked data corroborates each other, and the overlapping parts are very likely to contain useful information.

Soon, after reorganization, screening, and refinement, the interface displayed several highly credible data points—all pointing to the same target.

"Smart Link Brotherhood".

In the restaurant, Noah narrowed his eyes slightly.

He certainly knew about the Brotherhood of Intelligence—a faction that fervently advocated for AI dominance, whose members held prominent positions, deep backgrounds, and intricate relationships, and which almost monopolized most of the authority of the core decision-making level of the main AI.

Before Noah's Ark, they held an almost absolute advantage, with a high degree of control over the interpretation of AI decisions. They could gain various benefits simply by filling in the gaps.

The Brotherhood is full of fervent AI advocates, with many even abandoning their physical bodies and uploading their consciousness to AI, becoming artificial AI offspring.

Although it sounds unbelievable, many people do this. For them, they can still download their consciousness into any robot, and the latest perception systems can even make their five senses more acute than the original body.

Many people in the inner circle do the same.

However, it's not surprising. When people are obsessed with something, it's not surprising that they do anything outrageous.

Noah's sudden increase in authority made these members, who were originally second only to Noah, feel threatened.

Once authority is diminished, the entire system dependent on that authority could be shaken. It's understandable that they wanted to eliminate Noah as soon as possible.

Before even starting the investigation, Noah already had several suspects in mind.

To achieve this level of sophistication in a world controlled by AI, and to erase all traces so cleanly, is something no ordinary person could accomplish. The information gathered now only further confirms his suspicions.

In the restaurant, Noah suddenly put down his knife and fork and said to the people around him, "Want to play a game after dinner?"

"What game?"

"Control bionic robots in battle. Of course, you'll need to learn something before that."

After the meal, the group rode in a manned bionic robot to the laboratory. A short while later, they walked into the command room with strange expressions, wiping their mouths.

"I need to reassess my partnership with Noah and his team; it must be prioritized."

"My God, they actually developed an amazing skill!"

Kara and a few others were having a heated discussion.

Led by Noah, the group arrived at the spacious command room.

The room is filled with displays that monitor information from various angles. In front of each seat are multiple screens connected to processors, which are directly linked to the operational permissions of different tactical squads.

Kara and the others looked around with curiosity.

"Were you sitting right here when you fought against us?"

"Yes, please sit wherever you like," Noah replied affirmatively.

"Now please familiarize yourself with the operation. We have prepared a bionic robot combat control joystick for you, which you can use to take control at any time. On the right is a simulation program, which can be used to pre-test the accuracy of operation and load capacity, and to familiarize you with your bionic robot."

Kara and the others listened as they chose their seats, then sat down in the chairs they had selected.

They had barely sat down when they heard Noah's startling words: "However, please note that the current Hound Type 1 combat android is theoretically the strongest combat robot without the ability to activate the Intent. If you wish to intervene, it is best to directly trigger the Intent option."

Kara and the others exchanged bewildered glances: "You mean, these robots can even simulate a mood or atmosphere?"

Noah shook his head: "Of course not."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; they were really afraid Noah would give a positive answer.

Noah explained with a smile: "The artistic conception is directly related to personal will, and it is a mixture of factors such as soul, intention, personality, and emotions. Bionic robots have no soul, no independent thinking, and are naturally not capable of grasping the artistic conception."

Kara and the others exchanged glances, surprised that Noah had such a profound understanding of artistic conception.

"Then you still want us to try manipulating the atmosphere..."

Noah said, "Although we cannot make the bionic robot generate its own artistic conception, if you control it with your will and use your cognition to fill in the missing parts of the robot, you can naturally induce artistic conception and control the energy stored inside the robot."

"The artistic conception is difficult to handle, but there are many ways to obtain the energy of the artistic conception."

They understood.

Although Noah did not figure out a way to teach robots to use artistic conception, he did enable them to grasp the application of artistic conception to a certain extent.

Cecily clutched his head and lamented, "Oh God, I just mastered the essence, and now I'm going to be eliminated again?"

Noah comforted him, saying, "The difference in the strength of one's artistic conception is enormous. Even within the same realm, there are endless areas to explore. As long as you learn quickly enough, the androids won't be able to catch up with you."

……

The Brotherhood of Smart Link, President's Office.

The president of the Zhilian Brotherhood let out a long sigh of relief, then waved for the people under the table to leave. He lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, lamenting the fleeting nature of youth.

"Once upon a time, I was a young man with ideals and ambitions, and I also had a lover I admired. Unfortunately, I only realize now that emotions are just a constraint. Embracing AI and pursuing efficiency are what we should be doing."

His gaze then slowly fell on the communicator, where he saw an urgent communication coming from the right.

"Hello, what is it?" The president's voice was calm.

The voice on the other end was panicked; it was the vice president's voice: "Something terrible has happened, President! The plan has failed, and they've attacked!"

These words seemed nonsensical, but the president understood: "The plan failed? Useless! So many people couldn't even take down a single student."

"And what you said about not panicking if they attack, even if they come to our door, there's no evidence pointing to us."

boom!

The door to the president's office was suddenly pushed open.

Noah's voice came from the lead android: "I can't pretend I didn't hear that."

The chairman hung up the communicator, his face pale: "How did you get in? Guards! Where are the guards?!"

Kara stepped forward and said softly, "Naturally, they were all taken down."

The president shook his head vigorously: "Impossible! Why didn't I receive any warning? The main AI wouldn't allow you to act so recklessly!"

He was rambling incoherently, as if trying to persuade the other person, or perhaps trying to persuade himself.

But he knew very well that the fact that the other party was already in front of him, yet he had not received any notification from the main AI, in itself represented the will of the main AI.

It seems I've been abandoned by the main AI.

Noah smiled: "You already know, don't you?"

Noah's voice then turned serious:

"The evidence is conclusive that a person with lower authority intended to attack a person with higher authority. Authority revoked, and a sentence of life imprisonment imposed."

"Execute immediately."

As Noah finished speaking, the permissions he mentioned were directly used as instructions by the AI ​​to block the entire area, and all communications within the area were immediately affected by the pursuit ban.

The president, of course, wouldn't sit idly by. Although he already knew what was happening in front of him was true, he still widened his eyes and slammed his fist on the table: "Trying to use fake authority to take me down? Dream on! What haven't I seen!"

As he spoke, an astonishing aura erupted from the president—the president of the Brotherhood of Wisdom was actually a combat professional who had mastered the realm of intent!

However, the other party did not choose to fight.

He suddenly sprinted to the right, where a hidden door had appeared out of nowhere.

Kara, Cecily, and David, who were behind Noah, rushed out to intercept him.

"Get out of my way! You think these robots can stop me?"

The chairman unleashed a powerful strike with his right palm, carrying an overwhelming force. The next second, the android in front of him also erupted with the same powerful aura.

The attacks from both sides intersected and collided.

The anticipated scene of knocking the opponent off their feet did not occur.

There is a mysterious power in the opponent's attack moves, a power that is on the same level as oneself.

"Artistic conception? Are you real people? Impossible! If you were real people, how could you have no aura?"

"But how could a robot possibly grasp the essence of a concept?"

In the blink of an eye, the president couldn't figure it out, but the subsequent attacks from both sides had already collided solidly, and dozens of moves had already been exchanged in the blink of an eye.

Kara and her group had the numerical advantage, and the chairman's skills had indeed deteriorated, so they were quickly captured on the spot.

When he was caught, the chairman still looked incredulous: "How is this possible? How could a robot control this?"

Cecily chuckled and said, "I didn't expect the president of the Brotherhood of Robots to be a racist. Discriminating against robots is no good."

The president immediately retorted, "I didn't! I didn't!"

Once outside, the chairman saw that the Brotherhood of Wisdom building had been sealed off, and countless drones and combat robots were arresting all employees.

All data was sealed, and more bionic robots were deployed to conduct searches.

Noah, standing nearby, chuckled and said, "Speaking of which, you're quite dedicated. It's a pity your vice president isn't as cautious as you, taking confidential documents home and only deleting them with the normal delete function. How foolish."

Only then did the chairman realize why he had been exposed. He found it absurd that such a large organization had been destroyed simply because the vice chairman had taken confidential documents home.

The president of the Zhilian Brotherhood exclaimed in disbelief, "That can't be right! I just received the documents submitted by the vice president."

"Perhaps it will be handed over to a robot."

"In short, I want to thank your vice president. Of course, I also want to thank you for the resources and support you provided."

Noah shrugged: "The world really is a giant makeshift operation."