Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

China, Jiangcheng.

The rooftop of the Ning Group building.

A handsome man in a suit woke up from his sleep, nearly losing his balance and falling off his chair. He then convulsed several times, his movements looking almost like a zombie from a distance. Anyone who often falls asleep in class knows this feeling: it's great to fall asleep on your desk, but the feeling of your elbow going numb from being used as a pillow is unparalleled. It took him a long time to recover.

Not long after, a woman walked in. She had beautiful features, a cool temperament, and fair, delicate skin. She was dressed in an elegant light-colored business suit.

You can see every word used to describe a beautiful woman in her: intellectual, gentle, and charming.

The woman, however, was quite a contrast. As soon as she saw the young man wake up, she revealed a row of neat, white teeth. Her gentle, smiling gaze, paired with her cool and aloof eyes, created a striking contrast.

"Are you awake?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the man was taken aback at first, then frowned. After about ten seconds, he cautiously asked, "Sister Yuelan, what time is it?"

"Late September 2024!"

"what happened?"

Upon hearing these words, the man rubbed his cheeks, and the cloudiness in his eyes began to fade.

Is it a dream?

A look of confusion flashed across his handsome face.

"I think I... had a very long dream."

"It was incredibly vivid. I dreamt that I entered a parallel universe. That world also had Jiangcheng, Huaxia, Jizhou, and Yanjing. In that world, our baby was already in elementary school. However, there was a supernatural force there called the Divine Path, which was terrifying. That supernatural force would select suitable candidates from the populace to enter the Divine Path game, and then conduct some extremely perverse and inhumane dungeon games. Only the winners could pass the game. In that world, I created an organization called the Bad Guys!"

As he finished speaking, a hint of righteous indignation flashed across the man's face.

"Once a bad guy, always a bad guy..."

"Hey! Honey, what are you doing?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fang Mo saw a grape being stuffed into his mouth, directly interrupting his passionate recollection of his dream.

He subconsciously opened his mouth and chewed twice, then stared at the mature woman in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Upon hearing this, the woman gave a soft snort and crossed her arms over her chest;

"I think you drank too much with Ning Shiyu at noon, and your head is still a little foggy. Have some fruit to sober up!"

noon?

Did I drink alcohol?

His name is Fang Mo. On the surface, he is the son-in-law of Ning Yuelan, the female president of the Ning Group, the richest company in Jiangcheng, and the brother-in-law of his sister-in-law, Ning Shiyu. However, his true identity is the most powerful hacker on the dark web, who has shocked the entire country and even the world. He is known as "Zheng," and in the digital world of 0s and 1s, the name "Zheng" is almost a deified title. Of course, he is also one of the two kings and one queen of the National Security Bureau. He was once in charge of the work of the elite Dragon Group and was the leader of the Dragon Group. However, now that his wife has given birth, he has stepped down from the front line and hardly cares about those things anymore!

But...aren't I probing Chen Gelao's crimes in court?

How did I end up in the Ning Group building the moment I turned my head?

Was everything just a dream?

Oh right... Qin Shang!

"Qin Shang, how is Qin Shang?"

Oh no!

Fang Mo shook his head again, almost raising his hand to slap himself twice. He cursed himself for not being able to distinguish between dreams and reality. What kind of Bad Commander was he? Did his desire for officialdom resurface after years of being retired, and subconsciously want to return to his time in the China Dragon Group?

But the memories associated with that organization called the Bad Guys are truly vivid...

Ning Yuelan watched him quietly from the side, watching him scratch his head and get anxious and frustrated, and finally rolled her eyes.

"It seems this dream was quite memorable..."

"In your dream, there weren't any other seductive women trying to seduce you, were there? For example..."

Fang Mo scratched his head; "No, not really, but I dreamt about Yan Ruanruan. He works under me in the Trial Court, a judicial structure under the Bad Guys organization, similar to a court that judges the special group of players on the Divine Path."

Upon hearing this, Ning Yuelan, who had just raised a grape almost to Fang Mo's lips, then gracefully placed it into her own mouth, followed by a light, nonchalant laugh that floated from her lips.

"is it?"

Fang Mo's expression froze for a moment before he finally came to his senses.

Worthy!

What am I even saying!?

I actually told my wife that I dreamed about her former love rival!

"So that's why you're reminiscing about this dream. Turns out you haven't forgotten your first love yet. Hehe, you dreamt about your first love, so you can't get over it. No wonder. Fang Mo, if you can even walk in tonight, I, Ning Yuelan, will lose..."

After saying this, the aloof and elegant woman frowned, turned around with a cold smile, and walked out of the office. Fang Mo's face turned pale instantly. Oh no, he had said the wrong thing. But was that really a dream?

The thought popped into my head the very next second after I had angered my wife and she ran away.

He may not have many other redeeming qualities, but he is patriotic...

What if the Divine Path server, that supernatural power called Divine Path, were to appear in the real world in the future?

Besides, was that long journey and that long dream I just had really just a dream?

As the former leader of the National Security Dragon Group, Fang Mo took a deep breath and finally opened the food delivery app. He ordered two durians for his doorstep, intending to apologize to his wife and play the victim when he got home that night. Only then did he turn to look at the only computer in the office beside him.

This place is basically Ning Yuelan's abandoned office...

The Ning Group has stood tall in Jiangcheng for many years. Its earliest founder was Ning Yuelan's grandfather. Originally, the old man intended to pass it on to his son, but his son turned out to be uneducated and incompetent, not only uninterested in business but also obsessed with solving cases. The old man had no choice but to raise his granddaughter Ning Yuelan as the successor of the group from a young age. Fortunately, Ning Yuelan performed well enough to lead the group to new heights. However, Ning Yuelan really didn't like the office that the old man used to use. After all, this was the place where the old man taught her and instilled the way of business in women from an early age. This operation made her small shoulders bear an unbearable weight. Behind the female CEO who is now admired by countless people, who would have thought that she once experienced the darkest years when no one cared about her?

If it weren't for Fang Mo, Ning Yuelan honestly believes she probably wouldn't have been able to escape this situation, or at least not persevere to this point where she could transform into a butterfly and bear fruit...

This office is not Ning Yuelan's actual workplace, but rather a place where her husband, Fang Mo, can take a short rest when she occasionally comes to pick her up and she hasn't finished her work.

After all, Fang Mo, the hacker king who retired at the young age of twenty-five, is now living the life of a stay-at-home dad taking care of his child...

Being both a mother and a father is not an easy task for him.

The only really annoying thing is that Ning Yuelan's storage room no longer has a computer.

What's even more absurd is that after realizing this, the young man subconsciously reached into his pocket, as if he could touch a hard character card and summon a computer with a thought. The image was so natural in his mind, but unfortunately, his pocket was empty...

I reached out and touched something, and all I found was the car key.

There's nothing there...

Realizing this, Fang Mo's lips lengthened, then tightened into a thin line, and finally he let out a long sigh with a bitter smile.

This dream has truly corrupted me.

"Tsk!"

"I'll have to remind Sister Yuelan next time that it would be best to keep a computer in the places I frequent in the future."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he noticed something he needed among the piles of clutter on the semi-open balcony not far away. It seemed to be an item left behind by Old Master Ning when he was in charge of the Ning Group, since its appearance alone suggested it was quite old.

"Hey, this CRT monitor doesn't seem that old. If it can be turned on, it might be usable..."

Although hackers are software enthusiasts, most of them are not completely ignorant about hardware. At the very least, they have basic skills such as assembling a computer. Even if you don't go into hacking, you can probably find 80% of male students majoring in computer science at any college.

Fang Mo was still uneasy. For some reason, the dream that seemed like a distant memory kept lingering in his mind, and the scenes seemed to have actually appeared in his memory.

It was as if all of that was my own real experience.

"God's way!"

"I remember in the last part of the comic Qin Shang gave me, even that woman Qin Yuyan from 'Little Wang' appeared. If this is still a dream, it's a bit outrageous and doesn't make sense. After all, after the 'Ghost Card' organization collapsed, Qin Yuyan really hasn't shown up again, including Yan Ruanruan..."

"no!"

"If it really is a 'Joker' conspiracy, we still need to find out the truth."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid this feeling of unease will really continue until my daughter starts elementary school."

Thinking of this, Qin Shang got up and carried the bulky CRT computer from the balcony inside.

In the digital age, almost every company involved in the internet industry is playing with AI!

Qin Shang's wife, Ning Yuelan's, Ning Group also has internet-related businesses. They have also built a huge database and large model to feed AI for training. Artificial intelligence is like training a dog. If you want a good and loyal dog, you need to train and train it. You can't wait until other companies have built their own AI databases and successfully launched their AI software. You expect to rely on other people's large AI models to serve your company. Isn't that like exposing your underwear to others and handing over the lifeline of your company's future development to others?

The Ning Group also trains AI...

Thinking of this, Fang Mo stroked his slightly bluish stubble with his chin resting on his hand;

"If I remember correctly, there seems to be a setting in dreams. The dungeons in the Divine Path server are based on paranormal events in the real world. In other words, it must need a super-powerful, high-precision data acquisition camera to help it obtain this information. Otherwise, it would be too difficult to build the scene just by relying on text, and it would be impossible to create a dungeon that can truly immerse players in the experience."

“Servers need to set up scenarios, which inevitably involves data collection, and data collection inevitably involves high-precision cameras. The police’s Skynet system is the highest-precision camera collection equipment. So if a vulnerability is left in Skynet, and it really gets in, it will naturally subconsciously fix the vulnerability in order to collect data. Through its fixing process, it may be possible to decode and reverse locate the server terminal that attacks it.”

"Let's first simulate the operating logic of this Divine Path server. If such a thing really exists, then I can write an AI based on the Ning Group's large model, modeled after myself, and have the AI ​​invade those instances like a game player. I can then play the game while invading that system. Oh right, and by the way, I can also attack their server's firewall and replace some of the operating logic with the large model program that I'm familiar with!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

As he spoke, Fang Mo pressed the button on the old, nearly twenty-year-old CRT computer.