To be able to experience the joy of surfing the internet while in a magical world was a rare and precious thing for Weston.
Even more fortunate was that, after a period of exploration, he discovered that a predecessor seemed to have established a massive database on this magic network in the past.
Moreover, that predecessor had uploaded a vast amount of magic information into this database.
This made Weston overjoyed, and he was certain that this was his opportunity to rise.
However, cracking this database was not that easy.
Just as every lock has a matching key, entering that database also required a corresponding encryption key.
Weston had spent more than half a year making tens of thousands of attempts, wanting to glimpse the secrets within, but every time he was intercepted by the opponent's defense system and ended in failure.
Ten minutes later, Weston sat up and revitalized his spirit.
"My Magic Power has recovered enough."
"It's still early. I'll try one last time, and then I'll go pick up the Young Miss from school."
As soon as he finished speaking, Weston skillfully pulled up the operation interface of the Super Archive, expertly connected to that magic address, and began his operations.
"Like this... then like this... and finally like this..."
His ten fingers pressed the keys as if they were flying, and a large amount of data circulated rapidly on the screen.
Half a minute later.
Ding—!
A sound rang out, different from the hundreds of previous attempts.
"Hm? This is..."
"Could it be that I've cracked that magic database?"
Weston couldn't suppress the nervousness in his heart. His eyes stared straight at the screen, not daring to relax in the slightest.
He tried his best to remain calm, but the thought of inheriting the magical assets of some great predecessor made the corners of his mouth impossible to suppress.
However, the next moment, the message that popped up on the interface poured a bucket of cold water directly over Weston.
On the virtual screen, a window appeared: [Your system has been invaded!!]
The window hovered in the air for three seconds, and then, like a computer with a virus, the entire interface began to change rapidly and uncontrollably.
"Th-th-this... what is this situation?!"
"Someone is counter-invading my magic. Is this also a defensive measure set up in advance by that predecessor?!"
Weston's expression changed drastically in an instant.
Although he had never experienced such a thing, he knew clearly what happened to a computer after getting a virus.
If things went wrong, his "computer" might be completely scrapped from now on!
Thinking of this, Weston began to desperately want to sever his connection with the magic network.
But before he could take any action, the virtual interface before him stopped changing first, and all action commands ceased.
It was like the interface of a computer that had just booted up.
Very calm.
Seeing this situation, Weston's heart sank instantly.
He knew that this wasn't because his magic had successfully resisted the opponent's invasion, but because the opponent's invasion had already ended!
"That person's magic 'Calculation Power' is even above my Super Archive!"
Weston couldn't help but clench his fists.
If this was a defensive measure left behind by the predecessor who created the database, then that would be fine.
After all, for users of Archive magic, the most valuable asset was "information," so the most likely function of this "counter-invasion" measure would be to absorb his data in return.
Thinking of the worst-case scenario, it would just be destroying his existing data as a warning and punishment.
But there wasn't any valuable data in Weston's Super Archive yet, so whether it was absorbed or destroyed didn't matter.
As for Calculation Power, that couldn't be taken away.
At most, the opponent could "copy" a portion to achieve "computational evolution."
"What exactly is..."
Just as Weston was puzzled, the virtual interface beeped again.
Weston looked towards the sound and saw that in the corner of the interface, a pattern resembling a giant dragon had appeared at some point and was constantly flashing and jumping.
Gulp...
"This... surely this isn't a chat popup?"
Weston subconsciously extended his finger, but he didn't dare to click it no matter what.
While he was hesitating, perhaps because the other party saw that Weston was taking too long to answer and lost patience, the call was connected with incomparable forcefulness.
Click—
Accompanied by a slight sound like an electric current, a square screen popped up on the Super Archive operation interface.
Inside the interface was the face of an old man.
Video call?!
"Oh?"
"I didn't expect that the one constantly invading my magic database during this period would be such a young child?!"
Bad news!
The guy who established the magic database isn't dead?!
"Senior, I... uh... well... sorry for the disturbance..."
Invading a database was no different from breaking and entering to steal.
Caught red-handed doing something bad, Weston was speechless for a moment and could only stammer a reply.
Although there was a high probability the other party couldn't crawl through the network cable to hit him, the fact that he could implant a chat function into his Super Archive meant who knew what other means he might have!
"Hahaha..."
"No need to be nervous, I bear no malice."
"I just found your way of processing data quite interesting, so I couldn't help but come looking to see what kind of person you actually are."
As he spoke, the old man on the other side scrutinized Weston carefully, stroking his long, white beard as he sighed with emotion.
"Seeing that you are only eight or nine years old, yet able to awaken magic like Super Archive and construct such an exquisite and convenient data processing model, you can be considered a genius!"
"Ha... haha... is that so?"
"Senior praises me too much. I'm merely standing on the shoulders of giants, borrowing the methods of predecessors."
Weston felt uneasy in his heart, but he forced a smile on his face and responded casually.
His data processing methods were not entirely conceived by himself but were references to various computer software from his previous life, such as using WPS for word processing, using CAD for drafting, using UNITY for model building...
Such methods might seem exquisite to people in another world who had never encountered information networks, but for a computer worker in modern society, they could pick it up in less than half a day.
"Standing on the shoulders of giants?"
"That is quite a philosophical statement!"
"Little brother, you are from Ishgar, right? What is your name?"
Hm?
The meaning of these words...
"My name is Weston."
"Weston Lagrange!"
"9 years old this year."
"Listening to Senior's words, are you not from Ishgar?"
The old man stroked his beard, nodded, and smiled.
"Correct!"
"My name is Elefseria, a Mage of Guiltina!"