Hacker attack?
Hearing the alert, Feng Lin was slightly startled.
Why was he suddenly under attack by an interstellar hacker?
His first thought was that it was the work of Eurynomos from the Pantheon.
It seemed that person wasn't just all talk; he had real skills, managing to hire an interstellar hacker to trace his IP through the Star Network and launch a virus attack.
But no matter who this person was or what methods they used, it didn't matter.
The interstellar hacker struck swiftly and ruthlessly, relentlessly assaulting Feng Lin's identity chip.
The chip's firewall collapsed layer by layer, constantly emitting piercing warning sounds.
This was dangerous!
A chip breach wasn't just about damaging a technological device; the stored identity information would also be leaked, and that was the most致命.
At that point, Feng Lin would have no secrets left.
The reputation of the Mythic Gene Society's Patriarch Hongjun would also be impossible to maintain.
This was similar to doxxing in the ancient Earth internet era—once personal information was exposed to countless netizens, the consequences were dire, needless to say.
Facing this interstellar hacker's attack, Feng Lin knew nothing about optical brain technology and had no good solutions.
But he had one simplest and most direct method: physically disconnecting from the network.
The hacker attacked with viruses through network channels.
Once he used physical disconnection, no matter how skilled the hacker was, the information virus couldn't cross billions of light-years of cosmic distance to attack the chip.
But that wasn't foolproof. The hacker might have planted a small trick on the chip; once you reconnected to the network, they would immediately lock onto your IP again and continue the attack.
Unless you never went online again, there would always be lingering worries.
That left only one option: format it!
Completely format the chip, restoring it to factory settings.
This would thoroughly erase all programs and hidden traps, retaining only Feng Lin's most basic information. All previously recorded data and images would be wiped clean, completely removed.
Though this resolved the future threat, the cost was immense—all the recordings and records he had saved were gone.
But Feng Lin gritted his teeth and decided to cut his losses like a gecko shedding its tail.
There's only ever the thief's vigilance, not the victim's eternal guard!
If this interstellar hacker breached the chip, his secrets would be utterly exposed, so he had to abandon these memory recordings.
The Pantheon?
If one day I find them...
Feng Lin's eyes were as deep as an abyss. Without hesitation, he tapped on his identity chip, entering the backend to begin the operation.
The chip automatically displayed a message: "Formatting in progress! Restoring factory settings. To prevent errors, please confirm three times. Do you confirm formatting?"
"Confirm!"
"Confirm!"
"Confirm!"
Once a decision was made, Feng Lin didn't waver.
"Command executed. Formatting in progress!" Feng Lin saw a progress bar appear on the identity chip, slowly rising from 1%. Once it reached 100%, it would be fully restored to factory settings, taking about an hour.
Feng Lin made up his mind: the Mythic Forum would be temporarily unusable.
The existence of the Gene Equation was far too extraordinary. He had only solved the problem of an obesity gene preventing cultivation, plus constantly answering various questions, and it had already attracted so much prying attention.
The emergence of a new form of cultivation knowledge was truly astonishing, beyond his imagination.
Now that he was a hundred-billion-follower influencer, seemingly popular, the rapid rise was a bit too intense. If he wasn't careful, it could backfire.
Though Feng Lin was now an interstellar cultivator, his strength was still too weak.
The universe was vast, with countless powerful beings; this level of strength meant nothing.
Before those world-suppressing mighty figures, his power was no different from an ant's.
Feng Lin simply couldn't protect the secrets of the Mythic Gene Society now.
This involved the Gene Equation and mythological knowledge; if it leaked, he would inevitably be captured and dissected.
It seemed he could no longer use the Star Network to log into the "Hongjun" account on the Mythic Forum. If he encountered another hacker attack, he might not be so lucky next time!
A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.
This hacker attack from the Pantheon taught Feng Lin a lesson.
The universe was too vast, with undercurrents surging.
Without strength, he had no chance to intervene; one misstep could lead to utter destruction.
With the Gene Equation in hand and the Mythic Gene Society established, whether in strength or influence, it was only a matter of time before he grew powerful. Why rush?
The weaker one is, the less impatient they should be. Protect yourself first, and then wait for the chance to grow strong.
Soon, the identity chip was fully formatted. Staring at the blank, slate-like chip, Feng Lin's eyes were cold, filled with malice toward the Pantheon.
For now, with his strength weak, he would endure. But later, who could say...
Feng Lin didn't log into the Hongjun account on the chip again. He only left a message for Fatty, saying he would wait for him in the virtual universe.
Then, after a day of cultivation, his genetic potential rapidly grew, reaching 518%.
Early the next morning, as soon as he woke up, he entered the virtual bio-pod, and in the next moment, his consciousness entered the Zixiao Palace in the virtual universe.
Feng Lin, in the form of Patriarch Hongjun, sat cross-legged on a cushion, seeing on the panel that Fatty had been online for a while, seemingly waiting.
He sent over a wisp of Primordial White Qi as usual, and Fatty immediately arrived.
Fatty said excitedly, "Patriarch, how was it? Didn't I do well? Is the initiation test complete?"
You did well, but you screwed me over!
Feng Lin grumbled inwardly, his face calm, knowing that while Fatty had gone a bit overboard, his intentions were good. The hacker attack itself wasn't his fault.
It was just that after becoming famous, he attracted too much attention, drawing the Pantheon's dark hand.
He spoke slowly, affirming Fatty's efforts, "Not bad, Zhu Tiangang! You've promoted my teachings and are now qualified to join the Mythic Gene Society!"
Feng Lin waved his hand, splitting off a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi that landed in Fatty's hand.
"This is the token for entering and leaving the Mythic Gene Society, the Primordial Purple Qi, permanently valid! With this, you are now an official member of the Mythic Gene Society!"
"Thank you, Patriarch!" Fatty was both surprised and delighted, quickly taking the Primordial Purple Qi. It wasn't in vain that he had paid a huge price, with advertisements spreading across the entire universe.
"Patriarch, what about the Pig Demon Gene Evolution Formula and the Zhu Ganglie Gene Evolution Formula for the Big Belly Gene? Can you tell me now?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, and no," Feng Lin said calmly.
"What does that mean?" Fatty was confused. Yes or no?
"The Pig Demon Gene Evolution Formula can be given to you as a reward for promoting my teachings! But the Zhu Ganglie Gene Evolution Formula requires more contributions; you'll need to keep working for it!" Feng Lin said with a faint smile.
"I can give anything!" Fatty was anxious, eager to meet the conditions and obtain the complete Zhu Bajie mythological path.
Feng Lin just shook his head with a smile, not agreeing, "The time isn't right; don't force it!"
He waved his hand, sending the Pig Demon Gene Evolution Formula to Fatty, and then, without letting him say more, sent him out of the Mythic Gene Society.
"Patriarch, no..." Fatty cried out, his figure vanishing beyond the nine heavens.
Feng Lin had his reasons for giving Fatty the Pig Demon Gene Evolution Formula for free. One was to cultivate Fatty's loyalty to the Mythic Gene Society, and the other was that Fatty had paid a huge price to make him a hundred-billion-follower influencer, already offsetting the value of the gene formula itself.
As for the Primordial Purple Qi he had given, Feng Lin wasn't worried.
This Primordial Purple Qi was his creation, only able to locate the Mythic Gene Society's coordinates. To enter, he had to personally permit it. As the creator, he could reclaim the Primordial Purple Qi at any time, so he wasn't concerned about Fatty having ill intentions.
This way, the secrets of the Mythic Gene Society were secure, safe from prying eyes.
All was settled!
After these busy days, Feng Lin had painstakingly established the initial framework of the Mythic Gene Society.
Soon, the Spring Festival would pass, and a new semester would begin!
Feng Lin looked ahead; the date of the Interstellar College Entrance Exam was drawing closer.
His gaze crossed mountains and rivers, passed through the sun, moon, and stars, and fixed on the boundless, vast universe.