Chapter 417: Chapter 417

Chapter 417:

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Allison’s serious expression softened into a small smile. She gave the nearby machine a light tap. “Good. Now, let’s get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Amya rushed over, eager to dive in. But as she approached the screen, something caught her eye. Her smile faltered.

The code… something wasn’t right. It was running wild, as if malfunctioning, even though no one was touching it. Her brows furrowed as seriousness replaced her excitement. She leaned in, scanning the erratic lines.

“Boss… has this system been hacked before?”

Her reflection stared back at her in the clean, glowing screen, but her mind was consumed by the doubt swirling in her thoughts.

“Yes.” Allison stood before the towering servers, her expression as cold and stern as steel. “That’s why we had to shut down Hacker’s World.”

The memory of that disastrous day surged through her, vivid and raw.

“Someone had betrayed us. They conspired with outside forces. And on the day of the system’s biggest update, they launched an all-out attack, blurring the line between reality and virtual.”

Her calm facade cracked, and her tone carried an undercurrent of bitterness.

“In the end, the defense protocol of Hacker’s World fought off the attack, barely. But it sacrificed part of its core. It self-destructed, and now it’s gone. Forever dormant.”

Amya stood there, speechless, her throat tight with the enormity of what she had just heard. Hearing it was enough to paint the scene in her mind—how deadly, how tragic it must have been.

A sudden “beep” sliced through the silence, causing Amya to flinch. The hum of machinery caught her attention, and nearby, something groaned to life, sluggish like an ancient beast struggling against time.

“I’ve been working on repairing it for years,” Allison said, her voice a little softer now, almost hopeful. “It’s not fully functional yet, but… I’ve made progress. And I need your help to bring it back. Together, maybe we can revive it.”

This was more than just a project. This system was the last remnant of her mentor’s legacy.

“Of course! I’ll give it everything I’ve got!” Amya replied, her resolve igniting. Without another word, she dove into her work.

But there were still some burning questions.

For instance, who was the mysterious founder of Hacker’s World? What connection did he have to Allison? Could they truly revive these powerful, hidden civilizations? As her thoughts spiraled, she glanced at the focused Allison.

The woman was hunched over, delicately soldering circuits with precise movements, as though nothing could break her concentration.

Watching her, Amya’s expression grew serious, her determination solidifying. Whatever happened, they were in this together. They’d fight for the same goal.

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