Victor: Hello, I'd like to ask if it's a problem with my translator, or if you're from the Northeast?
The reply from the other side was as bombastic as ever.
Royce: Of course I am! I'm from Heilongjiang, Northeast, a genuine Northeastern man!
Royce: Brother, you're probably confused about my name, right? Well, there's nothing I can do, I can't use Liu Dazhuang in the U.S., can I? That's not classy!
Royce: Oh, brother, don't you know? We Planar Merchants are all chosen from Earth. I'm not sure about the specifics. I'm just a Rank D Planar Merchant. You'll have to figure out the rest yourself.
Royce: Speaking of which, didn't you, uh, have some difficulties? Brother, just tell me what you're lacking.
Royce: But looking at you, brother, you're only Rank Zero, I'm afraid your pockets are cleaner than your face, so you can only go through the gifting route.
Royce: Let's get this straight first. You can only choose one item. It's not that I'm stingy, I have plenty of these things, but the Platform doesn't allow it. It says it's to respect some basic trade law, and there's only one gifting slot per month.
Carefully pondering Royce's words, Victor deciphered a lot of information from them.
This Northeastern man named Royce, his straightforward personality was exactly like a Northeasterner. Although his words might not be entirely trustworthy, his intention to invest in him was genuine.
After all, those chosen to be Planar Merchants aren't truly fools—unless the Platform randomly selects people, then that's another matter—but with himself, a shining pearl, in front, the possibility is small.
If his disposition wasn't an act, then great wisdom appearing as folly must be referring to this guy.
Given that he could only receive one investment item, how to maximize the profit was the question—this wasn't a problem for him, his original need was only one item—the more investment he sought in the early stage, the greater the returns in the Late Stage.
Victor: I want "artificial intelligence: Red Queen," not White Queen.
The other side started another dazzling operation.
Royce: Huh? Not getting a "g-virus"? You can get at least one superpower.
Royce: That's right, brother, you have many choices. This thing will cause, cause that, that, oh, reproductive greening, it's better not to use it if you can.
Royce: Alright then, you're sure you want the "artificial intelligence," right? Then I'll clear out the one I'm using and copy it for you.
Royce: Sorry, about some unique technologies from the resident evil Plane, if you, brother, haven't purchased the "knowledge," the Platform won't allow it to be gifted.
Royce: Oh, right, I almost forgot. Brother, you haven't claimed your "novice reward" yet, have you? Otherwise, you'd at least be an apprentice merchant. Why don't you go claim it first? It's said that this thing has a coefficient based on your own strength and the World's danger level, and the higher it is, the better the reward you draw.
Royce: Let's add each other as contacts first. After you've drawn your reward, let me know and I'll give it to you.
Royce: Huh? Why can't I add you! It prompts that you haven't obtained Rank Four permission. You try adding me, just think of adding a friend while looking at my name.
Victor wasn't sure if he was truly wise or foolish, but his talkative nature was certainly confirmed.
However, Royce's final reminder gave Victor some speculation—perhaps his ability to obtain Rank Four merchant permission was related to him not having claimed the "novice reward" yet.
Otherwise, where would so many bugs come from? Even stepping on dog poop is one in ten thousand.
Perhaps.
This was a reward for his clever actions?
With a slightly uneasy feeling, Victor gazed at Royce's avatar, indicating he wanted to add him as a friend—no prompt appeared.
Royce: Hey, I received your friend request. You can find me in {Contacts}.
Royce: That's strange, how come you can add me?
Royce: Brother, don't close this chat. Just think about opening {Contacts} and see if I'm there.
Victor did as he was told, and another window popped up in the corner of his eye, with "Royce" lying alone inside.
It seemed there was no problem.
But Victor was still uneasy, feeling that if this "Hiding" reward had limitations...
It wasn't if, it was definitely!
As long as he claimed the "novice reward," his current permissions would definitely close accordingly—the only point of doubt was whether {Contacts} would be deleted.
After weighing the pros and cons, Victor made up his mind.
Victor: Brother, why don't you give me "artificial intelligence: Red Queen" now? I'm afraid that after I claim the "novice reward," the Platform will automatically detect the bug and delete the contacts too.
Royce: Hey, little brother, you're a person who does big things, you make decisions quickly. I was still wondering whether to persuade you.
Royce: Alright, ten seconds, it'll be ready immediately.
In less than five seconds, a line of text appeared in his eyes.
You have received a gifted item from the resident evil Plane;
Royce: Hey, little brother, did you receive it? If you did, you can find it in {inventory}.
Victor gave the command mentally, and a third window popped up in his visual interface. Inside a small square lay a white object resembling an earplug. It didn't look like artificial intelligence at all.
As he wondered, a piece of product information floated into his mind.
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Product Name: "Nano Storage Earphone":
Product Category: [Technology]
Product Compatibility: [100%];
Origin Plane: "resident evil";
Rank Rating: [f+];
Product Price: f-rank vouchers × 8, plane points × 85;
Function Description: The earphone is composed of nano-sized storage units, possessing ultra-large information storage capacity, and also comes with multiple small functions such as networking, decoding, and solar charging;
Slogan: This small earphone is enough to hold ten "Weak artificial intelligence" and can temporarily replace a supercomputer:
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Victor raised an eyebrow.
This Royce was quite meticulous, storing the "artificial intelligence" on this "Nano Storage Earphone," saving him a lot of trouble.
Otherwise, he would have had to get a server cluster to run the artificial intelligence.
He quickly thanked Royce.
The other side also climbed up the pole, and his address changed.
Royce: That absolutely has to be a one-step process, can I, your brother, do things half-heartedly?
Royce: The "Nano Storage Earphone" will automatically connect to the network after you take it out, and then it will start running. Don't worry, I haven't deleted most of the information about the Plane Trading Platform. It knows our power and wouldn't dare to cause trouble.
Royce: Now, I, your brother, can't help you, little brother, with anything else. Seeing that you even know how to attract investment, your brain must be better than mine, so I won't delay your time.
Royce: I still have things to do at the research institute. If it's convenient after you've solved the problem, let me know, brother.
It was a text bombardment as usual, but the words within made one feel very comfortable, with a very subtle control of distance.
Royce was definitely a classic example of someone who was rough on the outside but meticulous on the inside.
Without saying much, he first closed the chat window, then reopened {Contacts}, clicked on Royce, typed "Brother is righteous," and sent it.
Sent successfully.
The problem was with the "novice reward."
His gaze shifted to the "Nano Storage Earphone" in {inventory}. As he was pondering how to take it out, the earphone in the small square immediately disappeared, and his right ear felt a bit blocked.
He instinctively touched his right ear, took it off, and opened his palm to look. It was precisely the "Nano Storage Earphone" from the small square image just now—it really looked no different from an earplug.
Hey, it's quite user-friendly, it didn't appear in his hand but in his ear.
He put it back in his right ear and tentatively called out: "Red Queen?"
"Sir, 'artificial intelligence: Alice' is at your service. Would you like to rename 'Alice' to 'Red Queen'?" A mature voice came from the earphone.
As soon as Victor heard it, he recognized it as Alice's voice, not the loli Red Queen's—Royce said he would copy the version he used, so presumably the other party used Alice as a template.
Maybe he even "conquered" Alice.
Just right.
He also didn't like talking to a loli all day; he always felt like he'd be reported for three years minimum.
"No need to change it, Alice is fine." Victor replied, "Are you connected to the network now? What can you do?"
"Infinite network connection completed. As long as it's related to the network, Alice can do 99% of things. As for influencing reality, Alice can only control the 'Nano Storage Earphone' before Sir's authorization," Alice replied.
"Control the earphone?" Victor heard another meaning: "What other functions does this earphone have?"
"Of course." Alice's tone carried a hint of human-like pride: "The 'Nano Storage Earphone,' as a cutting-edge scientific research product, is the former Master's unique prototype, capable of breaking down into nanos and then reassembling on the eardrum.
This is a backup unit, with identical functions and safety.
It is itself a supercomputer, powered by the Sun, and at full capacity, it can run Alice at 100% for one hour.
With Alice, the former Master could control the entire network World through voice... However, in this World, Alice cannot control the entire network.
Although still in its initial stages overall, Alice has currently searched for five weak artificial intelligence, and their capabilities are only slightly inferior to Alice's.
Sir, do you need to eliminate or rewrite their permissions? This will take some time."
Victor briefly sorted out Alice's words.
In simple terms.
It means that the current network development in the Marvel Universe is low overall, but there are five weak artificial intelligence slightly inferior to Alice.
As for the gap in between... if there wasn't a gap, could it still be called black technology? Could it still be called Marvel?
Having a general understanding of Alice's capabilities, Victor began to issue commands.
"Without leaving any network traces of yourself, first create a living trace for me in the real World.
Chinese-American, orphan, name Victor Chen, 24 years old, born May 28th, Chinese and Russian mixed-blood.
You create the other information yourself, just a normal person.
Make the 'Nano Storage Earphone' more invisible, it's too conspicuous now.
Then investigate who Tony Stark sent to the airport to find me.
Oh, right, regarding the locations of the other five artificial intelligence, don't try to contact them for now."
As Victor gave the command, the change he could directly feel was in the earplug in his right ear.
Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly sense it flowing like Water, one part merging into his right ear, and another flowing down the back of his neck to his left ear and merging into it.
Throughout the process, aside from a slight itch, there was no discomfort.
Victor raised his hand and felt his ear; it was empty as if nothing was there. He shook his head and didn't feel any foreign object in his ear.
It was as if the earphone was lost.
Alice's voice rang in both ears: "Sir, identity registration is complete. Tony Stark sent his bodyguard Happy Hogan, who just passed security two and a half minutes ago and is currently talking to Anna Belgium in the waiting hall."
It only took ten seconds, Alice's efficiency was terrifyingly high.
Victor twisted his neck uncomfortably: "Alice, from now on, fix your voice to the right ear, no need for both sides to ring together."
"As you wish, Sir."
"No need to be so respectful, you are not my servant. Just call me Chen, Sir easily reminds me of a certain sharp-tongued person who just took advantage of me."
"Okay, Chen."
"Lower the volume a bit more."
"Is this volume okay?"
"A bit lower."
"How about this volume?"
"Okay, fix the volume at this, and also..."
Spending three minutes, Victor adjusted Alice's behavior patterns to suit himself.
He tidied his collar and said, ready for anything: "Then, block the airport's surveillance System and let me 'Hiding' out of the airport, can you do that?"
Alice: "That's very simple, your command has been executed."
Victor: "Keep an eye on Happy's location, don't let me run into him."
Alice: "Of course, Chen."
Victor nodded in satisfaction, pushed open the cubicle, and quickly left.
The smell of the restroom was truly unpleasant.
The Los Angeles airport in this World was not much different from the overall layout of his previous life. He walked out of the airport unimpeded.
Standing at the bustling airport entrance.
Victor looked at the Los Angeles airport in front of him, and after a few seconds, he turned around and sighed softly.
He had refused his friends' pleas and his parents' advice, resolutely deciding to return to the country for development.
He didn't expect to be bound and forcibly transmigrated by a high-imitation Platform.
Just as he was reminiscing about the past, Alice suddenly raised her voice to warn: "Careful! Please dodge to the left immediately!"
Before he could react, he felt a heavy object push him from behind, then he was pushed to the ground, and in a slightly familiar scream, an unknown heavy object fell on him, burying him.
A fatal blow, a heavy impact on the cervical spine.
Before losing consciousness.
Victor had only one thought: "I was just complaining about being accidentally wiped out by a map-wide attack after leaving the airport, just to say I'm weak now, I really didn't mean to plant a flag!"
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