[Izzy] Career

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Click.

The darkness is also silent, leaving only the mechanical rotation of the clock gears.

One second, one second after another, here seems to be able to clearly hear time striding forward, struggling, and moving to the next frame.

click...

Pariston pressed a string of codes, and the door of the control room opened slightly, and what greeted the eyes was the electronic screen flickering in the dark.They seem to be very far away from him, and they seem to be within reach, like the earth hanging alone in the desert of the universe, chasing the light of thousands of stars in a daze.The sun and the moon fly by, but it stands still.

The electronic screen in the center issued a crisp alarm sound, and Pariston walked towards it.He heard the sound of someone typing on the keyboard, but he couldn't see anyone.

That guy, fell asleep again?Pariston thought to himself and quickened his pace.Under the faint blue light of the electronic screen lay a figure. He rested on his right arm, and his left hand typed rapidly on the keyboard. Lines of code flashed rapidly on the electronic screen above his head, constantly jumping to the next page, hundreds of billions An order flashed across Pariston's eyes like lightning, and the blue and green characters emitted a hazy gleam, reflecting on the white hair of the absent-minded operator.

"Someone broke into my environment...," the operator murmured, his voice a little hoarse. "Mind power system: change system, current system location: ZF3-001 area, moving direction: ZF-0-100, pulse state: stable, mind power status: 95% full, heart rate: intermittent fluctuations."

Pariston seemed to be accustomed to this instantaneous precise positioning. "I want to see…"

Before the words were finished, the electronic screen was flickering and began to display images. After a while, a silver-haired and blue-eyed figure appeared on all the monitors in the room.It was Qiya.

"Hehe, he is the one who beat the enemy Hakka." Pariston said. "Iku, do you know him?" (Note: Iku Shumbe is a computer hacker who appeared in the election chapter. The setting of this article is based on the information up to chapter 333.)

The man called Yiku still had no intention of getting up. After entering a command on the keyboard, the hunter association's massive database automatically screened out the effective information of Qiya.

"It's called Qiya... oh, it's the heir of the Dadike family? Is Jeno still alive?" Ikushombe said nonchalantly. "Abilities are teleportation speed systems and power systems that are of little value to us."

"The value is very little, is this your judgment?" Pariston's voice sounded softly in the darkness, "Look at the family members related to him."

"Jeno is still alive...haha, his appearance has changed," Ikushumbe said with some nostalgia, but immediately returned to his bored attitude. "Jeno's son... Well, there is only one now. He has good muscles, but he doesn't know what his brain is... Five children, Qi Ya is the third son, and the eldest son is named Illumi... and so on."

Hearing Palliston's chuckle, Ekushombe sat up abruptly and consulted the information on beating the eldest son of the enemy's Hakka from the data. "The person with the ability of the operating system...it's not him, it can't be him," Ekushombe muttered to himself, typing on the keyboard quickly, and the next second, Illumi's photo appeared on the electronic screen.

With flowing black hair and a pair of dark, empty eyes embedded in a pale face, the killer stared at them in the dark space.

Ekushombe stared blankly at the picture, motionless and speechless for a long time.

"It's like him, isn't it?" Parisstone said briskly. "An opponent you will never forget."

"Adversary..." Ekchumbe muttered some words that others could not understand clearly, like a Christian praying to God with hatred, and Illumi's information was dancing on the flickering electronic screen. "Heh... not an opponent. How can someone who has suffered a crushing defeat be called his opponent? He was only 14 years old that year, and I am nearly half a century old."

Ikushumbe raised his hands to cover his eyes, as if he wanted to block the harsh sunlight, and the black-haired boy in his memory smiled sweetly at him.That dazzling smile.

"You remember so clearly..." A satisfied smile appeared on Pariston's face. The darkness covered his expression, and he could only hear him say softly. "It's just old stuff. We all know your abilities. In the world of data, you are invincible."

"Pariston, are you mocking me?" Ikushombe smiled, "you have to figure it out, admitting failure doesn't make me feel embarrassed, I love it, and in my life I found that other people's writing There are hundreds of billions of bugs in the program, myself? I have bugs, I have. I thought I didn't, but he made me know that I have, he made me realize that I'm not a god. That failure, I miss it, I miss His ability to modify the human subconscious mind is so strong, it made me understand that no matter how excellent a program a person writes, the biggest loophole is not in the data, but hidden in everyone's heart."

"Oh, it's rare that you're willing to talk so much," Pariston said. "It seems that you care about that person very much."

"Of course," Ikushombe said briskly, "like you care about Jin—ha, don't deny it, you do see Jin as an opponent, because you asked me more than once 'What kind of game is GI?'"

"You misunderstood," Pariston's tone was still gentle, "I want to know that the GI made by Jin is to better improve our system environment. After all, GI is a real game that has a strong influence on our plan. Reference meaning."

"That's the way you are, dishonest," Ekushombo said. "Why don't you go to GI to play it yourself, is it because you are afraid that Jin will know that you are interested in his game?"

"To avoid drawing his attention to our experiments," Pariston explained unmoved.

"Come on, no one can beat you in the debate," said Ikushombe.

"Because I'm telling the truth," Pariston said. "I can't be more honest with you."

"This has got to be the biggest joke I've ever heard..." Ecchumbe murmured, but then changed the subject. "Let's talk about the people in front of us, Illumi-Beating Dike and his younger brother Qiya."

Pariston stared at Illumi's photo in a daze for a while. "What do you have, for Illumi?"

"He looks very similar to that person, oh, no, he is the same, they are exactly the same, except for the expression." Ekushombe said. "But they must be two people. Their mental ability systems are different, their personalities are very different, and," he sighed, "I can recognize them just by their eyes."

"Indeed." Pariston agreed. "Illumi is a manipulator, although he also has mind-controlling abilities. In the last election of the association, he used a mind needle to manipulate some non-mind-capable people."

"But it's so similar, genetics alone can't be so similar," Ekushombo said. "What did Jie Nuo do? After that person died, I found that Jie Nuo deleted all the information about his eldest son in the database, and the clients who had been in contact with Isha suddenly disappeared. Why did Jie Nuo erase the traces of that person's existence? That's his child."

"There is only one explanation." Pariston maintained his usual gentle tone, but his tone was very firm. "Illumi is that person, he was reborn, but Jeno wants him to forget the past and start a new life."

Ekshumbe seemed lost in thought, and after a moment, he said. "That's a reasonable explanation. So it's a cell? It's so strange..." The hacker leaned back in his chair, looking at the endless dark void above. "You can't come back from the dead, so would Geno do such silly things? In my impression, that guy is a very cold and rational person."

"Perhaps the man told him to do that," Pariston said softly. "Since you have demonic abilities..."

"Manipulating your own father?" Ikchumbe said. "It's also possible. But what's the point of doing this? He's already dead, and everything is in vain."

"It's true that it's impossible for Yisha to be resurrected again, and I'm also an atheist," Pariston said with a smile, "but his ability is possible..."

Ekchumbe's eyes lit up, but he returned to his usual absent-mindedness when he noticed Palliston's expression. "Do you hope that Illumi can develop that kind of ability? I think the hope is very slim, they are not a power user of the Psychic System at all, and even if Ilumi can develop that kind of ability, what use will it be to you? "

"Eku, you are too impatient." Pariston smiled. "Rome was not built in a day. In order to complete our new world, the help of many people is needed. I don't need enemies, I need friends. If a person is not willing to be your friend, then create conditions for him to change his mind."

"Create conditions?" Ekushombe snorted coldly. "What kind of conspiracy are you trying to play again?"

"I just believe that a sincere heart can move people." Pariston said softly. "It's like you were moved by me and became my friend."

"Heh... I was just caught by your weakness," Ekushombe said, "You must be thinking now, I will not be reconciled to being defeated by Ishaan, if I have the opportunity, I will definitely try my best to defeat an opponent with the same ability , to prove that I have completely surpassed the past, so I will help you achieve certain goals that are beneficial to you, such as bringing that person's ability back to the world, so that you can get it. Paris Stone, you are already strong enough , why do you need that kind of ability? You have spent so much effort, what exactly do you want to do?"

Ekushombe stared at Pariston's eyes, and the blue light of the electronic screen hit Pariston's smiling face, looking a little weird.He wanted to see through this man. Every time, he felt that he had almost seen through him. He could sharply point out some of his thoughts and plans. Push hard and it will slide to the ground.

"You're thinking too much, Eku," Pariston looked at the hacker with a smile, his black pupils that were as dark as the surroundings were opaque. "If you have such a wish, I will be happy to help you realize it. If you don't, then let it go with the wind. I just want it from a friend, and I have no other intentions. You misunderstand me too much, often Makes me a little sad."

Ikushombe blinked his eyes, his black pupils were like a pair of inorganic but radiant obsidian, and Pariston looked at him with a full smile, without a slipping mask or a ferocious devil face.

"Just trust me," Pariston said. "I have no intention of hurting anyone. As for my ideals, I have said it many times. In today's world, the weak prey on the strong, and the strong bully the weak. No one hears the cries of the weak. I was once weak, and I want to change this unequal situation. World, at that time I was too weak and completely powerless, and now I am still weak, so I need your help. I want to go to that new world, if you have the same ideal as me, then, go to that world with me... …if you are willing to."

"...Is it true?" murmured Ikchumbe.

"My door is always open," Pariston said with a smile. "Those who doubt me can leave at any time, and no longer doubt me can come back at any time. No matter how you look at me, I will regard you as friends."

Ekushombe sighed softly. "Maybe I did misunderstand you a bit."

"That's because of your simplicity and kindness, my friend." Paristone stretched out his hand to the hacker. "Come out, there is a new friend I want to introduce to you today, you are not worrying about how to solve the problem of memory storage space, maybe he will help you."

Ekushombe held Pariston's hand, and Pariston turned on the light. The sudden brilliant light made the hacker almost unable to open his eyes, and he only saw Pariston's bright smile in the light that was as bright as day.

The wheelchair began to roll forward, and Ekushombo sat on it with his eyes closed.His legs were a little shrunken due to the half-body paralysis caused by a congenital disease. He leaned on the wheelchair, and the light shone on his delicate face.

The translucent pure white hair was scattered on the hacker's smooth forehead, and the eyes were closed under the beautiful eyebrows, and the eyelashes like butterfly wings knocked on the eyelids.The beautiful face full of youth is in strange contrast with the snow-white hair. He is like a noble boy in the middle ages wearing a wig for fun. Let this angelic face have an inexplicable horror, as if this face is a mask stolen from a vampire family.

"Iku, I often think about it," Pariston said while pushing the wheelchair forward. "Why does time seem to stop on you, you always look like a teenager."

The hacker slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of jasper-like pupils. "Because I'm not always plotting like you."

The light shone into Ekshumbe's green eyes, and he saw a man wearing a strange fur with an inverted cross on his forehead.He was concentrating on reading a book, when he heard the noise, he raised his black eyes to look at the person coming.

Those eyes... bottomless darkness. "Ah... I seem to have seen your information." The hacker frowned.

"Krollo, you are quite famous." Pariston smiled at the man sitting on the sofa and closing the book.

"The head of the Phantom Brigade?!" Ekushombe murmured in shock, he raised his head to look at Pariston, the powerful figure of the Hunter Association, with a spring-like smile on his face, and The leader of the criminal group who was at the top of the association's most wanted list was walking towards him.

They smiled at each other and stood still in front of the hacker.

Ekshumbe was a little taken aback. "Pallistone, so you know...?"

"It's not just an acquaintance." Pariston patted Kurolo on the shoulder, looking very familiar, "He is my old acquaintance for many years."

"But?" The hacker hesitated to speak.

"Yiku, Yu Gong, I am a hunter, but everyone has a little private life. Besides," Pariston said with a smile, "one cannot forget one's roots. How can an old friend forget how that song was sung?"

"Didn't Pariston tell you?" Kuroro said calmly. "He was born on Meteor Street."

Ikushombe was silent.

Pariston looked at Kuroro with a smile. "It seems that your reputation is not very good."

Kuroro looked at Ikushumbe thoughtfully. "You built this system environment?"

The hacker suddenly raised his head and said. "You...do you want to go to that new world too?"

Kuroro glanced at Pariston, and Pariston's eyes were motionless with a smile.

"I'm not an idealist," said the captain. "Speaking empty words is not what I like and I am good at. My habit is to do what I want." He glanced out the window, "I am not interested in your new world, just like the current world, I am not interested."

"Then why did you help him?" Ekchumbe said. "What can you get?"

"Can't get anything." Kuroro stared at the hacker with his black eyes. "Just tired of the status quo."

"Hehe, Eku, we can talk about these topics slowly when we have time." Pariston interrupted their conversation, and Kurolo glanced at Pariston. He noticed that Pariston's eyes were a little cold, and the group A smile appeared in the long eyes.

"Let's talk about technical issues." Kuroro said calmly.

"Ah...let's talk inside." Ikchumbe said, and began to turn the wheelchair. "I heard that you can steal other people's mind ability. If so, your mind ability will be very helpful to the storage system."

Kuroro walked slowly behind the hacker, and Pariston briskly walked side by side with him.

The door to the control room opened again.The images of Qiya and Ilumi flickered on the electronic screen.Kuroro stopped in his tracks, staring at Qi Ya's moving figure and the thin black-haired killer beside him.

"You know them?" The hacker didn't look back, but was clearly addressing Kuroro.

The leader glanced at Pariston, but the other party did not respond. "I know," he said.

"The prey of the brigade?" The hacker's voice echoed in the darkness.

A grim smile played on Kuroro's lips.

"Spiders are picky eaters." He replied flatly.