The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 7

"Beep, beep, beep!"

Someone at the Darknet Control Center suddenly detected an invasive data stream within the Darknet.

But quickly, that monitoring alarm fell silent.

They got up to check and didn't notice anything unusual on the screen.

The personnel at the Darknet Control Center then began an internal system check.

"Talk about bad luck, how many false alarms is that now? These recent hacker attacks are just out of control. D*mn it, can't these guys just stop messing around? They're constantly trying to breach our Darknet. Do they really think they're gods or something?

"What a bunch of b*stards! Let's dig up some small fries and give them a 'nice treat'! Cripple their national networks!"

The group grumbled while running checks and also took the chance to root out some minor pests to give them a good thrashing.

While the Darknet folks were complaining, Isabella's data had already smoothly infiltrated the Darknet.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling rather speechless.

The computers at this internet cafe were just too old and slow.

She almost got caught by the Darknet personnel because the machine responded too slowly.

If she had really been exposed like that, it would've been laughably embarrassing.

Isabella deftly infiltrated the Darknet's main server and imprinted her information onto it.

All the data was crafted to be incredibly realistic, seamlessly blending into the Darknet's existing user database like flowing water.

Soon, Isabella had a code name within the Darknet—Deity.

She controlled her account to enter the Darknet's exclusive forum.

This was a shadowy world completely different from reality.

More than once in this forum, Isabella saw various... legally questionable topics and discussions.

All sorts of shocking statements that bombarded the senses were just daily fare here.

Isabella scrolled past these large swathes of indescribable content and finally found what she was looking for.

"HOT! Major conflict erupts in XXX waters. The President issues S-level mission call, demanding the secret base at coordinates "725, 873" be recaptured within 24 hours. Bounty doubled to 3 billion USD."

"Hellfire Squad recruiting members. Requirements..."

"Cyades Laboratory open call. Requirements xxxxx"

Countless fiery tags blazed across her vision, each emblazoned with large golden characters.

She lowered her gaze and stared at the glittering golden hub she had just entered.

This was a hidden mission hub deep within the Darknet, accessible only to those who met strict qualifications.

Newcomers who had just joined the Darknet stood no chance of gaining entry here.

But Isabella effortlessly found its internal address and added herself in.

Her Deity account was only level zero.

However, in the Darknet's mission area, they usually didn't care much about level; they valued capability.

The fact that Isabella could enter meant she had sufficient capability to take on missions.

Inside, a deep purple message kept flashing.

It was triggering the highest-level emergency mission alert.

This meant the party behind this message had paid a huge price, demanding the task be completed within an extremely short timeframe, with rewards multiplied by ten.

These emergency alerts rarely appeared because the cost to issue them was enormous, and most people didn't choose this option.

The moment Isabella entered the hub, she saw this mission.

She glanced at the requirements and accepted the mission without hesitation.

The others in the mission hub who were browsing saw the deep purple message flicker and then disappear from their view.

Then, a system announcement echoed through the hub.

Deity and Zeus have accepted the mission.

What?!

Are you people octopuses or something?!

What kind of hand speed is that?!

After all, most who could join this hub had some skills.

They just didn't understand why Isabella would accept the highest-level emergency bounty right off the bat.

These missions were time-sensitive, urgent, had numerous requirements, and most importantly...

They were a huge, huge pain!

If you failed, there were penalties!

Everyone had worked hard to level up in the Darknet and naturally didn't want to lose everything over one purple bounty.

They hadn't expected this level-zero newbie to have such guts.

But she was probably going to come up empty this time.

"This level-zero newbie is in trouble now. The one who took the mission is Zeus, known as the King of the Gods."

"This guy might have an arrogant tone, but his mission skills are truly top-notch. They call him the Phantom Hand."

"This mission is about coordinate tracking, which happens to be his specialty."

The others glanced at the mission requirements: to track down the whereabouts of an item.

These kinds of missions were the worst.

Because people were alive, but objects were inanimate.

Living things left trails, had dynamic signatures, and were traceable.

But how did you find an inanimate object?

Someone could be moving it around or stash it somewhere for decades without touching it; you'd have no idea where it was.

On the mission platform, the most common posts were these "find the item" requests, piled up who knows how high, with very few people able to complete them.

Not to mention, the client now demanded the item's location be found within fourteen hours.

Fourteen hours, for people in the Darknet, was enough time to take that item and hide it at the ends of the earth!

It was practically an impossible mission!