18: Chapter 17 Mio finally understood the logic of the Siren’s power.
18: Chapter 17 Mio finally understood the logic of the Siren’s power.
Mio finally understood the logic of the Siren’s power.
For these artificial intelligence weapons, the rigging was always just the lower limit of combat effectiveness—it determined whether you had guns, whether you had shields, and whether you could run.
But what truly determined the upper limit of combat effectiveness was computing power.
Her body itself was already a quantum supercomputer capable of crushing Earth’s current technological level.
Previously, her ability to easily hack into any system and complete ballistic calculations was just a bit of computing power casually overflowing from this supercomputer.
And this host tower built into the rigging was equivalent to connecting this supercomputer to a global distributed computing cluster, causing her computing power to skyrocket exponentially.
Simply put, if she wanted to, the moment she deployed her rigging, she could paralyze all network systems globally, take over all military satellites, predict missile launch trajectories in any corner of the globe, and even interfere through computing power, turning all weapons dependent on electronic systems into scrap metal.
As for combat power?
Mio quickly ran a simulation in her consciousness.
Under conventional conditions, conventional armies on Earth were no different from paper cutouts before her; even Tony Stark, who was still selling weapons in Afghanistan, had the most advanced weapon systems in his hands, but before her Siren technology, they were no different from antiques.
As long as it wasn’t those Universe-level cheaters—such as Thanos holding the Infinity Stones, the Asgardian God-King Odin, or Captain Marvel who could withstand a nuclear bomb—on the level of Earth alone, she could almost walk unopposed.
Thinking of this, Mio couldn’t help but roll her eyes in her mind.
Oh right, this was Marvel.
In this hellhole, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t cheat.
The rich cheated with technology, the poor cheated with mutations, and even street thugs could be possessed by some alien symbiote, turning into supervillains in minutes.
There was the Hulk who got stronger the angrier he became, and Thor who could split an asteroid with one hammer, not to mention Wanda later on who could tear apart battle armor with her bare hands.
Walk unopposed?
Forget it.
At most, it counted as having a trump card for self-preservation.
If she really acted rashly, who knows when she might run into some cheater, and she wouldn’t even know how she died.
Play it safe, she still had to play it safe.
But this “playing it safe” was completely different from the previous kind where she was on pins and needles, terrified of being sliced open if she exposed even a little bit of ability.
Before, she had no cards in hand and could only hunker down; now, she held a trump card and just didn’t want to reveal it casually.
Mio’s consciousness sank back into the data stream, trying to touch the rigging’s awakening program.
She didn’t directly materialize the rigging—deploying this thing in a small apartment in Queens would probably have S.H.I.E.L.D.
fighter jets flying outside her window the next second.
She only tried to awaken the most basic energy core of the rigging.
The next second, a pale blue halo the size of a grain of rice lit up on her outstretched fingertips.
The halo was very weak, but it carried an extremely stable energy fluctuation.
The lights in the apartment flickered for an instant—not a flicker caused by unstable voltage, but one where all electronic devices, at that moment, emitted an extremely faint response toward the halo on her fingertips.
The refrigerator’s hum stopped for half a second, the computer screen on the desk lit up automatically, the lock screen unlocked instantly, and the desktop icons automatically arranged themselves into a neat queue.
Just the most basic core awakening had such power.
Mio moved her fingertips, and the halo dissipated instantly.
Everything in the apartment returned to normal, as if nothing had just happened.
She opened her eyes, looked at her fingertips, and a very faint smile curled at the corners of her lips.
It wasn’t an illusion; it was real.
She truly possessed this power.
At the same time, she also discovered that there were more modules in the rigging’s core that were more deeply encrypted.
For example, “Laplace’s Demon” (World line observation), spatial jumping, and even the construction of small experimental fields—these were all core abilities of Zero, which she could not fully unlock yet.
It was like a novice who had obtained a top-tier account; there were still many high-level functions that required her to slowly adapt to this body and gradually match permissions before she could unlock them step by step.
It didn’t matter; she had plenty of time.
Outside the window, the sky had unknowingly turned a fish-belly white.
The morning in New York carried a chill, and the morning mist seeped in through the gaps in the window, carrying a hint of the dust from the streets.