Chapitre 101: Ch 91 – Hacking Macrohard
(A Few Hours Later)
With the morning sun peeking through Rintarou's windows, he was woken up again just like yesterday by the sun's light rays while letting out an annoyed grunt from his mouth.
As I opened my eyes to greet the morning sun, a sudden influx of thoughts flooded my mind like no other as if I was about to reach into a realm unknown to man nor God while my breath came to a halt.
"Cough!" a cough got out of my mouth as I got into a coughing fit while sweat poured down from my forehead like a waterfall.
"What the fuck was that? No, I know what that was, my brain… I'm getting smarter." I muttered in horror as my perspective of reality got changed further from the one I was used to.
The bed I was on top of, I knew how it is able to cushion my body and how its shape allows it to be stable.
The air, I started to understand why bugs are so fucking small, I realize that there may be planets with enough oxygen where bugs are the size of giants!
"Weoao" I let out a confused grunt from my mouth as I shake my head from left to right to clear my head even if it won't affect it much because I knew it would be futile at how my brain would… is it even my brain?
"Shit, I really need more equipment, wait… what do I even need equipment for? To scan my body and do shit? Sigh, I'm really at a loss right now" I mean, who would expect to be suddenly a few IQs higher all of a sudden, though the IQ system is kinda stupid because cells are pretty smart compared to a pea brain human.
Yes, I'm talking about the cells that make up our body.
"Ugh, who am I even explaining this to" with a grunt, I got out of my bed to go downstairs and eat breakfast.
The "I'm a genius/prodigy" debacle was already handled last night and I don't plan to do a flashback or anything of that sort right now because now my parents want me to do big stuff like becoming a scientist or some shit, like most scientists are frauds mom.
Don't you get it!
Most of them are below my level of intellect that I somehow achieved all of a sudden yesterday from that weird hazy fever dream.
(A Few Hours Later)
"Back to school" I muttered while standing in front of the entrance to Kuoh Academy.
But I do wonder how issei and the perverts are still allowed here at all?
Shouldn't they have been expelled?
It's just literally a bad image for the school, the moment it became co-ed a bunch of perverts came flocking in, quite disgusting really, letting their lust get ahold of themselves, I think they're even below a bunch of rabid dogs because at least those dogs get some dog pussy.
With a quick walk, I arrived at the garbage dump of Kuoh Academy because I could find some spare scraps here to use while in class, I'm in the far back so yes, the myth of the students in the back doing wacky shit is going to become true.
"Oooh, a free watch? I could probably make it automatically change to a different timezone, now that would be convenient, I did bring along my laptop today so I could just code it in while in class and act like I am taking notes" I muttered while putting the watch inside my pocket after making sure it was clean.
You'd be surprised at the stuff I found inside the dumpsters of Kuoh Academy, ranging from… tissue rolls to…
"A sword?!" I said the moment I open another dumpster and there it was, a sword showing me its full glory.
"The fuck?" I said while putting on a plastic glove and grasping the handle of the sword and I felt the fucking weight, it was a real sword, though it does have a dull edge so it's useless but still, it's pretty cool.
"I'll just keep it here, I don't want to associate myself with anything like that," I said and the moment I was about to let the sword drop down to the inside of the dumpster, I heard someone suddenly calling out to me from the back.
"Hello?" the moment I heard that iconic "prince charming" voice, I knew who the fuck it was.
"Hello there Kiba-senpai," I said with a calm voice while my back was turned towards him.
"I see that you somehow have a sword brought to school," said Kiba with a weird voice from behind me, probably confused and a bit afraid on how I have a fucking sword inside school grounds.
"Weird right? Who would have thought there would be a sword in the dumpster of Kuoh Academy?" I said while turning my face towards him as I wore a perfectly calm face due to my big brain.
"Yeah…" said Kiba with a calm smile while a black plastic bag was in his hands, probably his turn to take out the trash.
"I think this would be a great thing to go viral on Twatter right? Shocking news, a sword was found at Kuoh Academy, don't you think that would make me famous?" I said with a smile while swinging the sword around for the first time and as I did it, my body automatically became accustomed to the blade in just a few seconds and I somehow already know the ways on how to fucking kill somebody with one strike even with a dull blade.
Not only that, thoughts about breathing entered my mind which I subconsciously followed and felt my body becoming stronger which is a bit of a shocker because martial arts follows the principle of breathing to bring some effects like more energy produced while less energy is used but mine is just overdrive like is this even normal breathing anymore?
"Hey, Okabe-san right? Why don't you hand over the sword to me?" said Kiba with an amicable smile which I found a bit intriguing.
"Sorry Kiba-senpai, but this sword is too cool to give to anyone else," I said with a chuckle while swinging the sword around like an amateur to hide my true mastery over the blade.
"Okay," said Kiba as he just stood there, menacingly, for a few seconds, he just literally stood there while looking at me with an amicable smile.
"Uhh… If you really want the sword, I guess you could keep it" I said while tossing the sword towards him which made his face be one of surprise which confused me.
"Uhh, goodbye I guess, I still need to gather more junk," I said and ignored him completely to continue my scavenging hunt of useful trash with him nodding and going away from the garbage spot after dumping his class's garbage bag.
Though I do wonder, why did he stand there menacingly?
Like did he activate a superpower or some shit?
(A Few Minutes Later)
Hehe, I got a good haul for a few minutes of digging around the trash and this could keep me busy for a good while in class.
But I do have a plan on how to earn some money, it involves a bit of coding and learning how AI works, though I know most of it will be time-consuming like machine learning and the reward-punishment system is shit if it involves real money.
I just need an AI that would predict the stock market for me, it's no big deal really if you have a brain as big as mine.
With me plopping down the bag on my chair and ignoring everyone's strange gazes towards me, I took out my scissor which will act as my makeshift screwdriver, and plyers if I am careful enough and I quickly went to do some changes to my phone while History class happened in the background.
I first changed it so that its ability to connect to the internet is massively enhanced so fuck you shitty internet, then I inputted it to my laptop so I can gain root access on my phone then also gain root access to my laptop so I can do a bunch of weird bullshit on the both of them like delete useless apps that just bloats my device and ram, then switch to a Linux operating system because fuck window panes and their shitty stealing user data motherfuckers.
And by the time I finished that, it was already lunch so I can make some more weird shit on the rooftop like maybe a device that shows the accurate placements of the planets in the solar system in real-time?
With a yawn, I stood up with my bones letting out a popping sound which is just gasses being released, weird I know.
Now on the rooftop with a sandwich plop on my mouth, I was busy typing on my laptop at a rapid 103 WPM pace, I'm proud at the speed I managed to attain with my fingers because this speed was built upon hundreds of hours of grueling work.
"So, what do I do? I could just probably do it on my own without an AI because my brain is somehow growing every day, just yesterday I was thinking about cars now I made a passing comment on making a solar system that is a 100% accurate and also real-time, oh how the times have changed" I muttered while lines upon lines of code flashed through the screen and with a ding I intentionally made to play if it is a success, a red logo suddenly appeared on my screen as my code succeeded.
"A new and improved Craftmine! Now I just need to create a fake persona, negotiate a deal with Macrohard and earn tons of money from improving their stupid Java-based code, like why stay with Java, that shit's just slow" I muttered while letting out a satisfied groan and eating the last bit of my sandwich.
"Though it would probably fuck with a lot of their already made developments but this would help them a lot in the future, then I can now have tons of clean money to use and later transfer some to my parents through their jobs like buying my father's company and then make myself rich through that, it's very roundabout but also convenient" I muttered while a ton of oxygen inserted my body through my nose due to the improvements it could do to my body.
But as I was rapidly typing on my laptop and preparing to hack into Macrohard and give them a deal of the lifetime, the door to the rooftop was suddenly opened, and there came Kiba with his iconic prince charming look.
"Hello Kiba-senpai," I said with a quick glance at him and resumed to me preparing to go into a cyberwar against Macrohard.
"What are you doing Okabe-san?" asked Kiba as he sat down beside me which I didn't really mind.
"Nothing, I'm just coding some shit," I said while I sent a random image to a Macrohard developer who is fooling around on Twatter asking for some feet pics, kinda weird but who cares, the moment he downloads the picture I would gain access to their computer and eventually their whole network and force them to buy my code and gain access to all the computers that have Craftmine downloaded to them.
And I specifically chose a set of pics that is 10/10 on a feet beauty scale.
"Uh, Okabe-san, I think those are feet, not coding," said Kiba with a wry smile.
"Don't worry about it Kiba-senpai, I'm just doing some stuff as usual, but do you need me for anything? You know, most people really only go to others when they need their help, basic human psychology is a really wacky subject" I said while switching to another app to see I did gain remote access to their fucking servers, that's what happens when you're horny on Twatter motherfuckers, you get hacked by other people.
"Say, Okabe-san, do you remember that sword you found in the dumpster?" asked Kiba.
"Yep, clear as day, I still remember the design of the sword and its accurate size," I said while switching to MH Paint to draw the sword with my mouse and the moment I turned towards his face, it was one with a weird gaze pointed towards me which indicates something is wrong with the sword.
"Did something happen to the sword?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"… No, well I'll be on my way then Okabe-san, have fun learning," said Kiba as he stood up and left me all alone on the rooftop just like that.
"Huh, the human mind is sometimes strange, I was pretty sure I could understand what others are generally thinking at this point with my current IQ" I muttered while shrugging my shoulders and preparing to go into a grueling cyber fight and I already changed my voice to that of a girl because guess who knows how to make a girl voice naturally, it's me, I'm that guy, I know how to do a girl that sounds natural.
AN: This is 2225 words, you're welcome.
So, devils am I right?
I do wonder what Kiba-san was doing back there, you know, Devils and their trickery right? All that mind manipulation shit right? Haha, this is definitely not a hint to enlighten your pea sized brain, yeah...
Eh herm, Macrohard, funny name right? Just focus on that, don't think about Kiba, he didn't do anything because he's a dumb little unimportant side character who has a dumb small poopy doopy brain and doesn't exploit basic Demon Magic related to brains.
The Sword of Damocles hangs above each and everyone one of you with its ever present threat of despair, so send me some power stones with your power of friendship and save the thousands perhaps even millions to come who will read this masterpiece immortalized in the tunnels of time.
(April 27, 2022 - 154th day of writing)
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