Chapter 415: Chapter 415

Chapter 415:

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They finally arrived at the entrance of a nondescript gray room. It seemed unremarkable, but Allison’s cold face suggested otherwise. “Here we are.”

With a soft “click,” a hidden detector emerged from the wall.

Allison stepped forward, her iris scan completed in seconds. The door unlocked with a quiet hiss.

Allison gestured to Amya. “Go in. See for yourself.”

With a hesitant breath, Amya pushed the door. It was deceptively heavy, and as it opened, a silvery light spilled into the hallway. She stepped inside and gasped. The room was unlike anything she had ever seen.

In the center stood a towering server, surrounded by holographic screens that enveloped the entire space in a glowing web of data.

It was technology far beyond anything Amya could comprehend. “This… This is…”

Amya was at a loss for words as she took in the room.

My goodness!

It was a hacker’s paradise! Every piece of equipment, every tool needed to infiltrate the digital world was here. Everything was at their fingertips!

Without thinking, Amya leaned against a nearby console. The moment her fingers touched it, a dormant button activated, and in the blink of an eye, a holographic projection shimmered into existence. A smiling, pink-haired girl appeared.

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“ID number 333666. I am Flores, the seventh-generation AI, at your service.”

Amya blinked, startled by the lifelike projection.

The AI tilted her head slightly. “Welcome to the Hacker’s World!”

Amya stood there, stunned. Was this some kind of dream? It felt too surreal to be real.

Allison swept her eyes across the artificial intelligence setup with a wistful look, as if gazing at a relic from the past. “Once, the best hackers from around the globe gathered here. They shared intel, earned ranks, completed high-stakes missions…” She trailed off, her voice softening with the weight of the memories. “Even hiring a hitman was as simple as a click.”

That was why this place had become a coveted gem — something everyone wanted to control.

But that desire had a cost. Her mentor, the very mastermind behind the underground hacker network, had paid the ultimate price.

Allison’s hand clenched into a fist, her eyes dropping to the floor, as if the weight of that loss still threatened to crush her. The Burned Islands, with all their serene beauty, carried an ugly history hidden just beneath the surface.

Amya blinked, trying to process it all. She was dumbfounded — Hacker’s World wasn’t some far-fetched fantasy she could never reach.

At first, when Allison had mentioned it, Amya had dismissed the idea, assuming it was just a grand exaggeration. She figured they were playing up the Hacker’s World legend. After all, hadn’t that game shut down years ago?

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