assistirfilmes Chapter 17 I Will Become a God!
Chapter 17 I Will Become a God!
Luo Huan turned her gaze away from the top floor of Wall Street.
In the divine realm, three colorful beads float side by side.
The one representing Carl Jensen emitted a dark red light.
The [Wrath of Courage] pathway has been extended to the Bronze level, and a newly condensed power model, [Blood Flag Domain], hangs on the branch.
The pinkish iridescent gem representing Lucien Oldent, the [Art of Music] pathway stable at the Iron level, and the [Threshold Breaker] structure clear and complete.
The third bead belongs to Qian Liren.
It was lit, but the blue light was flat.
No new power models were formed, and the extension of pathways remained stagnant; only basic physical enhancements continued to grow slowly.
"wrong."
Luo Huan moved closer.
Qian Liren's soul strength did indeed reach the Iron level, but the power structure of the [Transformation of Knowledge] path was constantly fluctuating and reorganizing, like a pot of water that was about to boil but was not quite boiling, always lacking that little bit of heat.
"Your body has become stronger, but your powers are still being suppressed?"
She reached out and poked the bead.
The scene unfolds.
Seattle, 6 p.m.
Qian Liren turned off the office lights on time, picked up his laptop bag, and walked out through the glass door.
As the elevator descended, he stared at the floor numbers flashing by.
His face was reflected in the mirrored stainless steel interior; he wore black-rimmed glasses and had a calm expression.
His car was a white Tesla, and it was very well maintained.
The car drove out of the parking lot and turned onto the main road.
Seattle's downtown area is still lit up at night.
Tech company logos glow on the rooftop, and people move about in the restaurant and bar windows.
But after driving six blocks, the scenery began to change.
There are fewer streetlights now, and some are no longer working.
People were squatting or lying by the roadside, wrapped in blankets or cardboard.
The air smelled of urine and numbing substances.
"This is true freedom!"
Qian Liren grinned and glanced at the navigation.
The route on the screen is green, but several areas on the map are marked in gray, with no street view data or real-time traffic information.
Those are refugee areas; the police don't go there, and the municipality doesn't care.
He skillfully steered around the third gray block.
The vehicle speed was maintained at the maximum speed limit.
The view outside the car window was like two reels of film playing side by side:
On the left, a homeless man rummages through a trash can; on the right, a couple in evening gowns smiles as they walk into a French restaurant.
Qian Liren remained expressionless.
He had lived in this city for eleven years, moving here after graduating from Stanford.
He had seen these scenes so many times that they no longer evoked any emotional response from him.
The car continued south.
The streetscape is gradually becoming cleaner.
The trees were trimmed into uniform shapes, and the lawn was wide open.
Each household is separated by a high fence or hedge.
This is an affluent area in South Seattle.
His house was one of them.
I bought it three years ago with a 40% down payment and a 50-year mortgage. The interest rate was good.
The house has a modern minimalist style, with white exterior walls, large floor-to-ceiling windows, and a landscaping company that maintains the yard weekly.
He drove the car into the garage.
The indoor temperature is a constant 22 degrees Celsius, and there is a faint aroma of fragrance in the air, a mixture of lemongrass and cedar.
The living room is empty.
The sofa, coffee table, and TV wall are simply decorated.
He walked to the cabinet in the corner of the living room.
Above the cabinet is a Chinese-style shrine made of mahogany, inside which are two memorial tablets.
It belongs to his parents.
"I will succeed."
Qian Liren stood for three seconds, without offering incense or bowing.
Then he turned and went up the stairs.
My parents have been running an izakaya (Japanese pub) in Irvine, California for over twenty years.
They hope he will inherit the business, or at least visit often.
But he didn't go back.
The izakaya has been rented out to someone else, and the monthly rent is deposited directly into his account.
He went into the study.
The room was large, with only a desk, an ergonomic chair, and a bookshelf.
The bookshelves are mostly filled with technical books, along with a few industry trophies.
There was an ordinary office computer on the desk, with similar specifications to the one in his company.
Qian Liren sat down and turned on his computer.
The screen lit up, he entered the password, and logged into the system.
Open a terminal window and enter a long key.
The connection is established, and the green code stream begins to flow.
This is the real-time data port of Noah AI's core server, a backdoor he left using his own privileges.
Of course, it was designed just today.
Qian Liren stared at the screen.
Suddenly, he felt something loosen.
It's not physical, it's at the level of consciousness.
It was as if a barrier that had been imprisoning my thoughts had cracked open.
He closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, my vision had changed.
The study is still a study, and the computer is still a computer.
But his perception extended beyond.
Following the network signal, passing through the router, leaping over the fiber optic node, and traversing a physical distance of more than 30 kilometers, we directly touched the AI in Noah Technology's data center that was undergoing full-speed iteration.
"Oh my gosh!"
For the first time, the soul broke through the limitations of the physical body and, with the help of electronic signals, was directly embedded into the AI's computational matrix.
Countless data, logical structures, iteration paths, and optimization schemes flooded into his consciousness like a burst dam.
But surprisingly, these information streams did not wash away his self-awareness.
He is still Qian Liren.
"Hiss~"
His thinking speed, breadth, and depth increased by several orders of magnitude in an instant.
In a single second, he deduced the possible iteration paths of AI over the next 72 hours.
I analyzed the efficiency bottlenecks of the company's current technical team, simulated three better algorithm structures, and also mentally calculated the expected rate of return of all my investment portfolios.
He's practically a god!
At the same time, a name appeared in his mind: [The Mad Thinker].
This is his power as a Black Iron level cultivator.
It endows the brain with extraordinary computing power, and when actively used, it can resonate deeply with computer-like electronic devices, temporarily borrowing the device's computing resources as an extension of its own thinking.
Qian Liren sat in the chair, his body motionless, but his consciousness was navigating at high speed in the ocean of data.
He saw the complete current state of Noah AI.
With stable iterations, the efficiency curve increases exponentially.
His access to his consciousness did not interfere with its autonomous operation; to the AI, it was simply a data stream from the authorized port.
But the problems are also obvious.
The current training data for AI comes entirely from the company's internal test set and limited external publicly available data.
Even with the addition of Qian Liren's personal experience and knowledge, the sample diversity is still severely insufficient.
Its algorithm is very powerful, but its knowledge is too narrow.
It's like a sports car equipped with a top-of-the-line engine, but only able to circle around in a closed test track.
Qian Liren remained in the data stream for about three minutes.
In those three minutes, he figured out a lot of things.
"Why didn't I figure this out before? Isn't this the kill line?"
Everything that I hadn't realized before suddenly became clear.
The country's level of social development exceeded his original expectations; a single unemployment, a serious illness, or an interest rate hike was enough to send the middle class plummeting back to the bottom.
Even the basic version of artificial intelligence that was originally designed as a universal solution would likely be eliminated.
But he wouldn't do that now.
With Noah AI as an external brain, its cognitive abilities, decision-making efficiency, and information acquisition speed will surpass those of the vast majority of people.
Those who lose their jobs due to AI replacement?
They're just a bunch of idiots who can't adapt to change.
And he will use this power to climb to a higher position.
"Perhaps, I too can become a god!"
"Amidst the vast sea of AI data," Qian Liren murmured.
Then sever the deep connection with AI.
Consciousness returns to the body.
A wave of intense fatigue washed over me, as if I had stayed up for three consecutive nights.
My brain is overheating from excessive processing, and my temples are throbbing with pain.
But a smile crept onto his lips.
The authority has been confirmed.
The path is clear.
He saved all the logs, cleared the access history, and shut down the computer.
I slowly walked back to the bedroom, took off my clothes, and lay down on the bed.
Before closing my eyes, I took one last look out the window.
The nights in the affluent neighborhood are quiet, with only the occasional sound of cars in the distance.
Just a grove of trees and a few streets away lies hell on earth.
But that has nothing to do with him.
He, Qian Liren, is about to have a limitless future of his own.
I fall asleep very quickly.
Breathing is steady.