The other players around him were unaware of this and were still excitedly discussing strategies and showing off the novice equipment given by the system. Their laughter and laughter sounded so distant and harsh to Su Xingyao at this moment.
The line of red garbled characters flashed for a moment, and suddenly turned into an illusory arrow, pointing accurately to a remote corner of Novice Village - the back alley of the blacksmith shop.
Immediately afterwards, a name, a name made of pure data with a cold texture, was directly imprinted in her mind.
Ling Ye.
This is not a system prompt, nor is it visible text. It's more of a…write.
It was like a program that forcibly inserted a new line of instructions into her consciousness.
Su Xingyao's breathing stagnated for a moment. As a hacker, she knows what this means better than anyone. This is ultra vires! It is forced writing! In a world built by artificial intelligence, apart from "God" (GM), the only person who can do such a thing is... A virus.
