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The intricate world of code, deconstructed, refactored.
Suddenly, a flowing river of blue light appeared in front of him, like a huge and vast Milky Way in the night sky. The stars were dotted and twinkled, and he sank to observe the shape of each star.
Get closer and you'll see that it's not just a stream of blue dots or codes.
File, Edit... Debug.
This is like a blank program writing interface. Lin Xun raised his head, there were thousands of program boxes moving slowly above him, and each blue square had its own movement trajectory and movement direction, which were different from each other. Maybe every box reflects a living person in the real world.
He looked to the right again. Similarly, the dense squares flowed endlessly, seemingly chaotic movement, but because of the grand scale, it showed a spectacle that was similar to chaos.
Lin Xun remembered the structure of this building. The upper part was the office area of other people in the building, and the right side was the bustling and bustling commercial area downstairs.
- He still sees the world. It's just different from the real world seen by the naked eye, this is a code world. In the deconstructed world, his sight is no longer blocked by ceilings, corridors, and reinforced concrete structures, but directly penetrates the structure of all objects in this piece, and even everyone—everyone in his eyes is a Blank program interface.
Blank interfaces are useless, they are worth mentioning only if something is written in.
The loud crash sounded, and Lin Xun's attention was dazed for a moment, returning to reality.
Qi Yun was lifted up by the props master, and he received a heavy blow on his right chest. His back slammed into the corridor wall, and he fell down. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and the whole person was more fragile, but it was not broken.
The prop master turned to him again.
Lin Xun looked at him, but the movements of his hands did not stop, he was typing on the keyboard.
At the same time, he looked directly at the prop master and asked, "In the basement, are you pretending?"
If it is pretending to be so similar, it is not an ordinary person. If not, that's when the crack in the subway opened and he got something.
The prop master did not answer him. There was a ruthless look in his eyes, like an inorganic substance. Under the emergency light, there was a deep shadow on his face. At this moment, Lin Xun had no doubt that he would kill himself mercilessly.
Qi Yun, who was leaning against the wall, moved, but coughed violently in the next second.
The prop master raised his foot and walked towards him.
At the juncture of life and death, everything became slow motion in his eyes, only the rapid tap of fingers on the keyboard was real.
Sometimes, Lin Xun really appreciates his speed.
When the prop master's palm was wrapped in countless shrill black mist, and his limbs and neck were wrapped with tentacles, he took a breath, pressed F11, and invoked a previously used program.
Coincidentally, this program is also related to Qi Yun.
The first time they met was at Qingcheng Mountain Gate, and they had a fight. Later, they met at the back mountain and had another fight. One of Qi Yun's most handy moves is the sword formation. Several sword cultivators use footwork and formation to connect, their cultivation and spiritual power will converge, and they will exert power that cannot be exerted by one person. . This is the DDOS method. When several machines are connected together to perform calculations for one goal, the computing power will be greatly improved.
However, a few machines—in the computer line, two-digit numbers are not big numbers.
Three digits, four digits, or even five digits, don't count.
Of course, at that time, the platform Qi Yun could borrow was only a few disciples in front of him.
But at this moment, under the blessing of the Heavenly Eye Technique, the program interfaces of thousands of people were displayed in front of him without any omission.
How to write
Not difficult. Replication, interconnection, contagion, the speed increases exponentially like a computer virus outbreak.
When several machines are connected together, the computing power of these machines can be accumulated, and finally a computing task cannot be accomplished by one machine alone. So how much computing power and processing power will there be if one hundred machines are connected together
One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand
Desperately improving the performance of a machine so that it can perform huge calculations, this is a supercomputer.
However, allocating computing tasks to machines that may not be so good in computing power, but the number is innumerable, and finally combine the computing results into a computing task, which is called distributed computing.
For a well-known term, cloud computing.
Cloud, another brilliant milestone in Internet technology.
It is also his only life in the dead end today.
Press F11, the light on the keyboard changes, and in a moment it turns into a dark silver sword.
Lin Xun pointed at the hilt of the sword and met the prop master's palm!
Clang collided, and the huge shock force made him vomit blood.
The few remaining spiritual powers he had left were undoubtedly at a disadvantage in this hedging. The props master exerted force on his arms, and his palms were like a terrifyingly powerful steel machine weighing 10,000 tons, slowly pressing towards him, Lin Xun said. Suddenly, I thought that this may be what the mantis arm was talking about.
His hand holding the sword was shaking, and the muscles in his arms twitched.
Can't stop it, his spiritual power is not enough.
but-
He is now the host.
All machines that can establish a connection are his computing resources.
Connection takes time.
A surge of spiritual power suddenly poured into his body, and the program frame representing Qi Yun in the void flickered slightly. A subtle feeling came, and a subtle connection seemed to be established between him and Qi Yun.
One.
His right hand trembled a little less.
four.
The two squares closest to them flickered almost simultaneously, and he held his sword steady.
The connection is still going on, spreading out like a cobweb.
Thirty-four, the sword glow lit up.
Seventy-six, with the blade forward, the props master's palm was broken, black blood gushed out, and fell to the floor with a tick.
Five hundred and seventy one.
His arm violently pushed the blade forward! The prop master seemed to be in pain, unsteady on his feet, and took a step back.
Seems like enough.
But the vast number of connections on the Internet does not end there, nor will it ever cease.
2 to the 10th power is 1024, a beautiful number, perhaps a little small.
But just add a little, 2 to the 20th power, 1048576.
A galaxy, centered on him, suddenly lit up.
Lin Xun couldn't count, and the numbers that could make him uncountable must be terrifying.
He took a breath, curled his lips, and smiled at the prop master.
Then, take out the sword again!
The moment the tip of the sword touched the Item Master's chest—
bang.
There was a loud noise, and a layer of ripples appeared in the air. He couldn't hear the sound, as if in a vacuum.
Then, in the next moment, with him as the center, violent spiritual power swept out!
Lin Xun did not experience the moment of the nuclear explosion, and many people will never experience it in their entire lives. But at this moment, he felt that this should be the case.
He felt that something filled his body, perhaps spiritual power, and there were rivers flowing in his limbs, and he felt that he might explode in the next moment.
He seemed to have fallen apart again. No one is him, and no one is not him. He seems to have become a higher, ubiquitous existence. Everyone, everything, and everyone in this vast galaxy is his incarnation.
In these tenths of a second, the huge spiritual power fluctuations exploded in all directions like an unstoppable torrent of tides!
The piercing monster roared and screamed. The prop master's figure stiffened for a moment.
And he only existed for a moment. Because the next second, the vast spiritual power fluctuations came to him.
Of course, the boat couldn't resist the tsunami, and at the moment of contact with the spiritual power fluctuations, the prop master's body turned into black fly ash.
So are his tentacles.
Only the clean corridor was left, Qi Yun was sitting, and the assistant of the high director was lying down.
The switch is turned on, and the corridor lights come on in sequence from near to far.
Qi Yun's eyes were dull and his lips trembled: "You, you..."
Lin Xun: "I..."
He didn't know what to say.
Because the mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
"Defeat the hidden monster, the hidden task is completed, and the spiritual power +20."
"Distributed computing implementation, actively unlocking the platform: Hadoop."
"The main task 'reaching the Nascent Soul Stage' is completed."
"The main task 'achieved by installment' has been completed. The main line rewards will be distributed together, please wait."
"Welcome to the era of big data."