Living in a county town, starting as a stock market maker...

In the underground studio.

"Let's start the reissue."

Gu Ming said.

The three sisters, Wang Min, Wang Qiao, and Wang Ling, dressed in black motion capture suits covered with sensors, stiffened upon hearing this.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and uncertainty.

What are you replicating?

How to replicate it?

Nobody gave them a script.

Gu Ming walked to the control panel and pointed to the three constantly fluctuating curves on the screen, representing their emotional fluctuations.

"I don't need you to perform, I don't need you to pretend to be anyone."

His fingers tapped on the screen, causing the three sisters' hearts to skip a beat.

"I want you to do a live stream right here, without an audience. Vent all your pent-up frustrations, anger, grievances, desires... everything you can't bear to see in the light. Curse, throw things, do whatever you want."

"There is only one request: take off your masks and be yourselves."

What kind of request is that?

The three sisters were completely dumbfounded.

Let them become internet celebrities; they know how.

They can learn to do live-streaming e-commerce.

Why let them go crazy here? What's the point?

On the other side, Chen Mo was already in position.

Her brand-new phone was connected to a massive server matrix via a special interface, and countless lines of code were refreshing on the screen like a waterfall.

Her fingers flew across the screen as she activated the highest level of emotion capture algorithm.

The entire studio was quiet except for the hum of the server fans and the soft tapping of Chen Mo's fingertips on the screen; a high-pressure atmosphere began to permeate the space.

Just then.

"Buzz—"

Chen Mo's personal cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

A news pop-up ad with a bold, black title, as if it was afraid no one would see it.

[Tianqi Entertainment officially announces: The new generation virtual idol "Yao" has officially launched! Its core technology has surpassed its predecessor!]

Below the news article is a picture of a grand press conference held by Tianqi Entertainment. Wang Tianqi stands confidently in the center of the stage, while on the large screen behind him, a virtual idol that looks like "Zero" but is more exquisite is smiling sweetly at the camera.

At the press conference, Wang Tianqi's original words were highlighted in red by the media:

"Some products obsolete by the times should quietly lie in the trash heap. The market only welcomes the victors. We've invested 500 million to buy out all core traffic channels across the entire internet for the next three months. 'Yao' will be the one and only true god!"

This news broke the silence in the studio.

The three Wang sisters also saw this post.

"fraud!"

Wang Qiao ripped the sensor off her head and slammed it to the ground with a loud bang.

"I knew it! Their newbies are already online, and you're making us go crazy here! What a waste of time! Are you playing us for a fool?"

Her eyes were bloodshot as she pointed at Gu Ming, her voice trembling: "We're just idiots! You sold us out and we're still counting the money for you!"

Although Wang Min and Wang Ling didn't speak, their pale faces and trembling bodies said it all.

They felt like a joke, a huge joke.

The war outside is over, but they're still locked up here and treated like monkeys.

The atmosphere in the studio instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Chen Mo looked at Gu Ming nervously, his palms sweating profusely.

Gu Ming didn't even lift his eyelids.

He didn't offer any comfort or explanation; he simply tapped a few keys on the control panel keyboard.

An audio clip suddenly blared through the studio's surround sound system.

The sound quality was somewhat noisy, like it was secretly recorded in a conference room.

A man's arrogant voice rang out; it was Wang Tianqi.

"...Those three women? Ha, aren't they just social trash dug out of some backwater? No education, no background, besides being decent-looking and having a bit of unconventional vitality, what else do they have? The only reason they're popular is because of their cheap and shameless nature, which satisfies some people's morbid curiosity."

"They're just disposable data packets, do they really think they're something special? I'll give them some money to get rid of them, and I don't want them ever showing their faces in front of me again, they're an eyesore!"

The audio was short, but every word stung the three Wang sisters.

Social garbage.

Flow consumables.

Shameless.

A surge of intense anger caused Wang Qiao's body to tremble violently. She abruptly looked up, and her eyes, which had previously held a hint of grievance, were now filled with a raging fire and fierce malice.

Wang Min clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, drawing blood, but she felt nothing.

Wang Ling lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, and her suppressed sobs turned into a low growl through gritted teeth.

"very good."

Gu Ming turned off the audio, his voice still cold.

"Now, go into that room. Show him everything you want to say and do."

He pointed to the fully enclosed live broadcast booth in the center of the venue.

This time, no one hesitated.

"Bang!"

The door to the live-streaming warehouse was slammed shut.

Inside the soundproofed warehouse, a venting session began.

The three sisters went on a rampage, complaining about their origins, cursing those who looked down on them, and using the most vulgar language to insult Wang Tianqi's entire family.

Like three wild beasts driven to the brink, they unleashed without reservation the untamed and savage vitality of the so-called "spiritual young women" that was rejected and despised by mainstream society.

At the control panel, Chen Mo stared at the wildly fluctuating curves on the screen. At first, she was very nervous, but soon her eyes widened and her breathing became rapid.

To Chen Mo's surprise, these emotional samples were diverse and chaotic, full of raw aggression, and would only be treated as useless noise data in traditional algorithms.

Isn't this exactly what AI lacks most?

It's a unique soul that no code can write!

On the other side, Su Qingying, who was watching the surveillance footage synchronously through an encrypted line, was also dumbfounded.

On the screen, a real-time generated virtual avatar is synchronizing the three sisters' movements and emotions.

The once exquisite but rigid virtual idol "Zero," composed entirely of data, has now come to life.

She would curl her lips in disdain, narrow her eyes slightly in anger, her gaze revealing a ruthless edge, and even when she heard a certain word, the corners of her mouth would curl into a highly provocative arc.

That vibrant energy, that raw, untamed spirit, is something no top modeler could replicate even after ten years!

"Data collection complete."

Gu Ming's voice rang out.

He sat down at the control panel and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.

Chen Mo saw that he forcibly injected that wild, raw data stream into the underlying protocol of "Zero".

This is not all.

Using the technical framework of "Yao" released by Wang Tianqi, he found a tiny code gap left by greed and haste.

Then, he quietly embedded a completely new piece of logic code inside.

That's a logical infinite loop that can be activated by a specific audio frequency band.

Once activated, all virtual idols based on this core code will be trapped in an endless cycle of self-data overwriting, eventually leading to a complete collapse.

This is a deadly backdoor prepared solely for Wang Tianqi.

The more market share he seizes, the more "Yao" he copies, and the wider the influence of this backdoor becomes.

The day Gu Ming presses the button, the entire virtual idol empire built by Wang Tianqi will vanish in an instant.

After doing all this, Gu Ming pressed the last Enter key.

On the studio's main screen, the 3D model of "Zero" slowly opened its eyes.

She is no longer that empty, virtual person.

Her eyes held meaning and emotion, as if they were filled with thought.

She quietly watched the crowd outside the screen, then suddenly, a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

That smile contained disdain, provocation, and an arrogant disdain for everything.

A sense of oppression pierced through the screen and rushed towards me.

The technicians who were closest to the camera instinctively took a step back, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat.

They were facing a living, breathing queen who was about to descend to earth.

……

At the same time, Su Qingying's personal computer also received the final version of the data.

Looking at the "zero" on the screen, which seemed completely different from the real person, she felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

This is no replica!

This is clearly the creation of a weapon capable of destroying the existing order of the entire industry!

Wang Tianqi, the more he robbed, the faster he died!

Just as she was in shock, the cell phone on the table rang urgently.

Su Qingying picked it up and saw three words flashing on the screen—

Wang Tianqi.

She looked up abruptly at the man standing in the center of the underground studio in the video call.

Gu Ming also saw the incoming call display on her phone screen, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Take it."

"Let's see what price this guy who's about to die is willing to offer you."