Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 868 - 170: Virus Invasion of the Database_3

Ethan turned over and climbed to the edge of the terrace, stepping into the void.

The moment he touched those strings, his body changed as well, beginning to be assimilated and disintegrated by the characters, merging with countless characters in almost the blink of an eye.

That void became a bridge connecting two spaces, and moments later, thousands of characters detached from the main group, piecing together to gradually return to a humanoid form.

In this space, the concept of biology and material no longer existed. Everything here returned to its most primitive state, displayed as some sort of elemental symbols, with the humanoid figure formed by characters becoming the sole discordant factor.

The humanoid figure looked down at its own palm, seeing fluid, swirling characters reflected in its eyes.

No skin, no flesh, no bones.

"Impressive."

A voice came from the depths of the world dominated by white, praising Ethan's attempt.

Courage, determination, and keen insight—all three are indispensable.

Only in this way could the first non-believer forcefully break into this world by breaking through space.

In other words, Ethan was the most suitable existence to become its believer—more fitting than any other apostle.

For in the process of transformation between flesh and characters, it had seen through Ethan's purpose.

This "life" came with questions.

This stemmed from the inadequacy of Oliva's previous explanation and, more seriously, the misjudgment of Ethan's identity.

"You are not a believer of Bazatous."

No believer of Bazatous would dare intrude into this temple of information and knowledge, yet when it deduced this answer, another question naturally arose—if Ethan was not Bazatous's believer, who was he? Or rather, what was he?

The voice halted for several seconds, and Ethan saw that the frequency of the characters rolling in the void was accelerating, causing the white space to tremble along with the rolling characters.

This time, it did not obtain an answer.

These tens of seconds were enough for it to review thousands of years of history, not missing a single detail within.

Different planes, different civilizations—wherever it appeared, everything in the world was recorded into this repository.

Mythical wars, folklore—it searched every corner, but found no trace of Ethan, thus leading it to a bold conclusion.

"You are like me."

This was the only possibility left after ruling out trillions of probabilities.

Somewhere it did not know, there was another lifeform it did not know of that had found a way to break the shackles and ascend to a higher realm.

However, for a "new god," it was undoubtedly a reckless decision.

This world existed because of it, and Ethan's actions were tantamount to plunging deep into the polluted area, confronting the Evil God itself.

The space torn apart by the explosion was filling up at a speed visible to the naked eye, with rolling strings constructing a new barrier, once again severing the link between the two worlds—this was the consequence of recklessness.

It was temporarily unable to analyze Ethan's details, but it was certain that on this side of the space, Ethan absolutely couldn't blow open a gap in the space by tossing a box of pizza and then detonating flour.

It only needed to change the operational mechanism of one string to completely eliminate the concept of "fire."

And they still had a much longer, almost infinite, amount of time.

It welcomed Ethan's arrival with questions even it did not know, allowing its database to be enriched with a significant new entry.

A gaze from the depths of space watched Ethan, observing the countless characters that became abnormal with Ethan's arrival.

It was like a virus.

Before this, no virus had dared to challenge it.

It couldn't act too strongly to stifle this abnormality at its inception—perhaps it should allow the other side some space to grow.

"Why aren't you speaking?"

The God of Truth questioned once more, unwilling to miss any detail.

In the next moment, dozens of strings of voices simultaneously drilled into its mind:

"Old Ba."

"Bazatous."

"Evil God Bazatous."

"Old God Bazatous." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Old Ba Legendary Pictures."

"Professor Old Ba."

"Professor Bazatous."

"Bazatous and 67 'Death Stars.'"

"Basic Guide to Database Query Engine."

"Video Edition of Basic Guide to Database Query Engine."

...

This virus was actually accessing its database without permission!?

The God of Truth could hardly believe it, and another terrifying issue came to light—it discovered that Ethan's behavioral logic was impossible to deduce through calculation! In principle, it should be all-knowing and all-powerful here, knowing past and future, yet at this moment, it was utterly unable to calculate Ethan's next move!

Then, an even more terrifying situation unfolded.

With this series of searches by Ethan, the abnormal data increased by hundreds, with them even being strongly associated with Bazatous, including inexplicable things like "Old Ba" and "Ba Zi."

This virus...

was growing and expanding in strength right under its nose!