I asked you to modify it, what the hell is this fighter jet's engine?

The piercing alarm shattered the silence inside the precision machine tool company without warning, no longer a monotonous hum, but a hysterical scream like the last gasp of a dying beast.

The scarlet warning light flashed wildly.

At this moment, Gao Xiaoguang wore the unremarkable, slightly tired face of a village idler—his fingertips still steadily hovered above the keyboard.

On the screen, the progress bar representing data copying was stubbornly crawling, 80%...85%...90%... Each tiny step forward was accompanied by an even more frantic alarm.

A burnt smell emanated from deep within the server rack, indicator lights flickered wildly, and the hum of the internal fans had long been drowned out by the alarm.

The footsteps approached from afar, rushing towards the core server room located on the second basement level without any attempt to conceal their tracks!

"この辺りだ! Morning! (It's over here! Hurry!)"

"The door is broken! (Break the door!)"

95%...96%...97%!

"Boom—!"

A dull, teeth-grinding bang was accompanied by a groaning, metallic wail!

The heavy steel fire door of the computer room was as if it had been hit head-on by a battering ram, suddenly denting and tearing inward!

Fragments of the door lock and twisted metal hinges were scattered everywhere.

A blinding beam of flashlight shot in an instant, violently piercing through the red alarm fog that filled the room, weaving into a chaotic net of light, and precisely nailing itself to Gao Xiaoguang's back.

"Takahiro! What's the matter?! (Asshole! What are you doing?!)"

The lead security guard was short and stocky, like an enraged badger. His face was contorted with extreme anger, and when he roared, his spittle almost flew several meters away.

He was none other than the head of the security division, Kenichi Nakamura.

Behind him, a dozen heavily armed security guards filed in, instantly filling the narrow passage. The cold muzzles of their guns were pointed densely at the figure who was still operating the terminal with his back to them.

At that critical moment, just as Kenichi Nakamura's hand was about to grab Gao Xiaoguang by the back of his collar, just as the progress bar laboriously jumped to "100%"—

Gao Xiaoguang's body, along with the keyboard his fingertips touched, vanished without warning or a sound, like chalk lines that had been precisely erased!

There were no special lighting effects, no ripples of spatial distortion, as if he had never existed at all.

Only the lingering scent of the abruptly interrupted data stream in the air and the fleeting "transmission interrupted" message on the screen proved that the terrifying scene just now was not an illusion.

"えっ?! (Huh?!)"

Kenichi Nakamura's all-out lunge suddenly missed its mark, and the immense inertia caused him to stumble, nearly crashing into the scorching hot server rack.

He steadied himself, his wide eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he stared incredulously at the ground that had suddenly become completely empty, now only displaying flashing red alarm lights.

"Xiu...Xiu えた?! (Xiu...disappeared?!)"

He lunged at the terminal, which was still radiating a faint warmth; the screen displayed a cold error message.

He frantically ripped open the server rack door, only to find it completely empty except for the buzzing, flashing server array.

A roar echoed through the empty server room, filled with unbelievable absurdity and rage: "Damn it! Where did he hide?! Search him! Find him even if you have to dig three feet into the ground!"

The security team members, as if waking from a dream, still shaken, picked up their guns and began rummaging through the narrow passage, kicking open scattered cable tray covers, and checking every possible gap where someone might be hiding.

A heavy sense of panic and a chilling eeriness permeated the air.

The village idler from just now vanished like a ghost right under their noses, in full view of everyone.

The black and white space is eternally silent, like a frozen glacier.

There was no wind, no sound, only the fine black and white debris beneath my feet, like cosmic dust, and the silent stone monument before me, like an ancient colossus.