Huh? Are they all real?.

Is the People's Federation really this unreasonable in its handling of affairs?

There isn't even a filtering function!

Moen was a little helpless. How come the Human Union couldn't even do such a basic function as filtering?

In this respect, you can't really blame them, because the website is indeed based on something built before the war.

Only in this way will the real 'big shots' know that they do indeed have a way to hide what they want to hide.

Only then would they be willing to come in.

However, this also means that the website's creators cannot build a very good website.

This building was already partially collapsed.

It's already pretty good that they've managed to make it habitable and even install surveillance cameras!

Moen silently complained to himself.

The pocket watch on his chest also began to glow faintly.

Then several thousand people somewhere jumped up:

"We're under attack!"

"Someone is tampering with our grassroots data!"

"What about the firewall?"

"Seventeen firewalls vanished in an instant!"

What did it?

"Could it be a pre-war AI that's been roaming around?"

"That thing disappeared sixty years ago!"

Seeing the chaos below, the middle-aged man in the command room, sweating profusely, looked behind him.

The old man, who had been silent all along, only said one thing:

"Turn off the main power switch."

The middle-aged man immediately shouted:

"Disconnect the main power supply!"

"It can't be cut off!"

The people below became increasingly panicked. They had heard the old man's orders long ago, but it was no use.

The remote control switch isn't working!

"Then blow it up!"

The old man stood up for the first time.

Despite being very old, he exuded an indescribable sense of authority and pressure.

"Sir, that will destroy all our data!"

The people below were terrified.

None of them dared to take on this responsibility.

The old man simply said earnestly:

"We have a responsibility to our citizens. Whatever that thing is, we can't let it get what it wants!"

"You just do the work, I'll take responsibility."

It was at this crucial moment that a prosecutor made a surprising discovery:

"Sir, that thing left, and it didn't touch our user data!"

As he spoke, the surprise on his face turned into astonishment:

"It, it added a function for us."

"what?"

"It has added a filter."

"Aha?"

At that moment, both the elderly and the thousands of others were stunned.

On the other side, Moen exclaimed in surprise:

"I misunderstood them. They added the filtering without even shutting down the machine. Wow, that's great!"

Chapter 27 I must have been corrupted by games!

Meanwhile, the People's Union was in turmoil and confusion because of Moen's small wish.

They couldn't quite understand how the other side had breached their firewall so easily, and they couldn't understand why the other side would deliberately break through their firewall just to add a filtering function.

It was full of unbelievable things from beginning to end.

But this has nothing to do with Moen.

Moen was completely unaware of this.

Moen was simply filtering through the items he needed.

After looking around, Moen decided to focus on Baratheon first.

Because Moen felt that the next time would most likely be in Baratheon.

As for the possibility of it being a one-time event.

Moen thought it was unlikely.

Moen even felt that the next time he could travel through time might be very soon.

There's no particular reason; it's just how I feel.

However, Baratheon truly lives up to its reputation as the worst spawn point for transmigrators.

The posts about Baratheon are mostly requests for help.

Aside from the previous post, the one with the most views and likes was about how to escape Baratheon safely and quickly.

After searching for a while, Moen felt he couldn't find a good starting point.

But as he searched, Moen saw someone who seemed both unexpected and reasonable to him—Aier.

Looking at the time, it's definitely time for Air to get up.

As for why it was determined to be Air, it was because of the content of the other party's post—how to make sure that you haven't been discovered by the Sound Hunters.

As mentioned above, I was taken to the Inspectorate for questioning in Baratheon due to an unexpected incident. I came out safely, but I'm not sure if they found anything wrong with me.

How can I determine if I am in a safe situation?

Note: The hunter responsible for questioning me was temporarily replaced by a captain-level Yellow-headed Eagle.

Without a doubt, this must be Airmelan!

Why is Aier's ID "Aimo"?

Moen couldn't help but think about it for a moment, but then he remembered the scene in high school where girls kept confessing their love to Aier.

And the awkwardness of when she asked the other person if they had a boyfriend they liked that she could bring home to meet, and the other person replied in surprise that they didn't like men.

After rubbing the corners of his eyes, Moen, who felt embarrassed just thinking about it, had no other thoughts.

Most likely, this guy was lazy and just copied her and my names to make up an ID.

Ai'er has always been like this; she will never overthink things if she can avoid overthinking them.

Although she didn't reveal much, it was still too careless of her.

I need to teach her myself!

After thinking for a moment, Moen sent a private message to Er:

“I’m not sure exactly what happened to you, but you were involved in an unexpected event in Baratheon.”

"So, according to the intelligence, you should live on Baker Street, right?"

Almelan, who was lying on the bed, was stunned for a moment.

So that's pinpointing the exact location?!

Upon seeing that the other party's ID was changing wildly, Aiermelan sat up abruptly.

what is this? !

There are plenty of IDs made up of pure numbers, but this is the first time I've seen one that changes so wildly.

Could they be the legendary first batch?!

"Then I remember that at that time, the West District Inspectorate was in charge of the Baker Street cult incident. You also specifically mentioned that the person who questioned you was a yellow-headed hawk. My friend, you were too careless."

"You've essentially restricted the scope of your identity as if you were confessing!"

"However, I can tell you that you have absolutely no problem, because the cult case has been completely closed. Under these circumstances, the Sound Hunters have no reason to play the long game. So since you can still post, then you must be fine."

"Also, delete the post. Before more people find out."

After letting out a scream, Aiermeilan hurriedly deleted her post.

I was careless, very careless.

How could she not have thought of these things?

There's no need to think about it seriously at all.

What's the difference between what I'm saying and confessing my identity?

Seeing that Er really deleted the post quickly, Moen burst out laughing.

Although Aier did limit his scope to a very small extent, it wasn't as outrageous as he described.

After all, I'm the only one who knows Er's situation so well right now.

After laughing a few times, Moen received another private message from Aier:

"Hello, may I ask what I need to contribute?"

If the other party asks for too high a price that you cannot afford, you can truthfully report it to the website builder, thereby lowering your credit rating.

In this way, it would be difficult for other time travelers to be willing to contact and help him.

The other party's credit rating is visible to everyone and is designed by the website creator.

This system has been running smoothly for five years and has been recognized by all time travelers.

But upon thinking about this, Aiermelan also discovered another problem.

That means the other party doesn't have a credit rating?

No rating?

How can this be?

I clearly had an E-level credit rating specifically marked as a newcomer when I first joined!

Moen stroked his chin and said jokingly:

"people!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Aier flew into a rage.

Moen never even considered me, and you still want to sleep with me?!

However, given the other party's mysterious nature and seemingly formidable presence, and fearing that something serious might happen that would involve Moen, Elmeran limited her speech.

Please don't test my limits!

Knowing El's temper, Moen didn't tease her anymore. Moen just said curiously:

“What are you thinking? I just need someone in Baratheon to help me.”

"Since you were selected, it means you are also an elite with a special skill. Please don't let your mind be filled with lewd nonsense."