Virtual Revolution ~ I'm a Petty Thief (01~03)

In

2046, a technological revolution did indeed occur, but not in the form of interstellar travel or time travel;
instead, video games swept the globe, and everyone was hopelessly addicted.

Over 75% of the world's population had become "game connectors," essentially internet addicts online 24/7 , entering the game world
daily through brain-connectors (game devices that directly affect the brain) . 　　They abandoned their physical bodies in the real world, only disconnecting from the game for a few minutes each day to eat and survive. 　　However, the virtual world is still virtual. You can revive 100 times in the game, but if you die in real life , you can never reappear in the game—that's the fundamental issue. 　　All game connectors played games all day, didn't work, and the government abandoned everyone's health insurance and social security, only covering electricity and basic compressed food. 　　I am not a game connector, although I also play games, but I believe reality is the most important. If you don't reproduce in reality, isn't humanity headed for extinction? 　　I feel that this is no longer a normal society. For the sake of human reproduction, and of course, for my own survival, I choose to be a petty thief. 　　Even petty thieves have their rules. I usually target upscale neighborhoods. First, there are fewer people there, so as long as I don't get caught by security, there are unlikely to be any other loiterers. Second, the women in upscale neighborhoods are generally of higher quality . I've broken into several old, run-down neighborhoods, stealing from three houses in a row, and either the female homeowners were as fat as pigs, or there wasn't a woman at all. After all, in this era, marriage is a luxury. You can be a heartthrob , but in reality, you're a fat pig. 　　Actually, being a thief in this era is quite nice. Regular police have been abolished; only Interpol doesn't bother with petty thieves like me. 　　Because most people have entered the game as game avatars, entering other people's houses is as easy as entering my own. I can break down the door or climb in through a fire escape window. Anyway, the homeowner only leaves her body in the house, so I can do whatever I want. 　　For example, this house today, although there was an alarm on the window, a magnet solved the problem. After entering the room, there was nothing alive except for the beautiful woman on the brain-connector. 　　For safety's sake, I acquired a small virus program from the black market at a high price to prevent gamers from logging off. So, when I saw the beautiful woman lying there quietly, my first action wasn't to pounce on her, but to implant the virus into her brain connector to prevent her from suddenly waking up. 　　Yes, I'm a cautious person. 　　After installing the virus, I took a closer look at the owner of this house. Hmm, a beauty, quite rare indeed . In this era where obesity rates exceed 80% due to compressed foods and the average lifespan is less than 50 years, it's hard to see a woman with such a perfect figure. 　　She was a short-haired woman with an oval face, a straight nose, and small, rosy lips. Looking further down, she wore a slip dress covered in Hello Kitty prints, and through the loose neckline, a deep cleavage was faintly , extremely alluring. 　　My face flushed involuntarily, and my trembling hands gently pulled down the straps of her nightgown over her shoulders. As the nightgown fell to the floor, I saw her two extremely full breasts. I gently touched her breasts and nipples , and the nipples immediately became erect, turning a pale pink. Were these a woman's sensitive spots? 　　Further down, I saw a very slender waist. Although she wore pure white cotton panties, they couldn't hide her plump, rounded hips. It seemed that her broad pelvis had accumulated a lot of fat. Her long thighs and calves had no bulging muscles, and her snow-white skin was free of scars or marks. So . 　　I gently pulled down her panties. Ah! She had trimmed her pubic hair. I carefully parted her labia majora with two fingers and pinched the clitoris. Her body twitched; her brain had received the signal, but unfortunately, her mind was trapped in the game. Even if she sensed something amiss , she couldn't do anything. 　　Just then, I noticed a black object under her game connector seat. Curiosity led me to touch it. 　　It was a gun! To be precise, a standard-issue handgun used by Interpol! 　　My nerves immediately tensed. Clearly, this woman, even if not an Interpol agent, was connected to them. If she acted strangely in the game, she would immediately notify the police in the real world. They would come to her residence and discover me, this petty thief… 　　I considered various options: escape? Probably not. If she had already called the local police , I only had ten minutes to escape. That wasn't enough time to evade surveillance cameras and security guards . Wait to die? I wasn't willing to accept that. 　　People often think most clearly when they're nervous. Suddenly, I thought of another way. I rushed into her kitchen , grabbed a large iron pot, and smashed it over her head. Blood immediately started flowing. 　　I checked her breathing; she was still breathing, so she wasn't dead, just unconscious. 　　Then I forcibly dragged her off the brain-connector. Due to the impact and the forced disconnection, her brain must have suffered a massive physical and data shock. Whether she'd be a vegetable for the rest of her life was uncertain. 　　But I couldn't worry about that now. Because of the forced disconnection, the brain-connector was still connected to the game . As long as I sat on it, the game would automatically allow me to use this beautiful woman's account. As long as I told my fellow officers, using her identity, that everything was fine and there was no need for on-site verification, I should be safe. 　　One second later, my thoughts entered the game space—an old tavern, seemingly a version of Dungeons & Dragons , because I saw someone use magic to light a cigarette. 　　Looking at my character again, lo and behold, it was a burly man standing two meters tall! Could it be that the beautiful women in real life choose such a strong man in the game for psychological comfort? 　　"Leia, what's wrong?" Hearing this, I quickly snapped back to reality. A handsome asked with concern. 　　"Oh, nothing. There might have been a connection malfunction just now; my brainwaves felt a bit unstable, so..."

"A slight pause," I replied.

"Oh, okay, then I'm relieved. I was just about to go to your place," the man said.

"It's alright, it's alright. Where were we?"

"We were talking about the virus author issue this time. Headquarters is mainly worried that things will escalate.

" "Yeah, headquarters is overreacting."

"No, no, no." The man looked at me strangely, as if I had said something wrong. "Why did
your attitude change so quickly? This virus can create virtual personalities, replicate memories, and even manipulate
physical bodies in reverse. It's understandable that headquarters would take such a serious virus seriously."

I immediately realized my lapse in composure. Sure enough, too much talk leads to mistakes. I quickly covered up my mistake by saying, "What I meant by
overreacting was that they look down on our capabilities. We still have ways to handle this incident, right?"

"That's true. I'll analyze the original virus code you gave me earlier. I can give you
the results within three days. I estimate that we can stop the spread of the virus within a week at most. However, catching the original author will probably
be a bit difficult " the man sighed.

"Who do you think made such a powerful virus?" I tentatively asked.

"Weren't we just discussing whether it was made by a national-level organization? After all, simulating
a personality requires a huge amount of computation; a virus needs to undergo a lot of calculations before it's generated, which a regular quantum
computer can't handle."

"Okay, let's split up. You see if you can break through the source code, and I'll go find my
own information source." I prepared to leave; I couldn't linger with this guy for too long. Although
he seemed to be a technician within a criminal investigation agency, lacking vigilance, revealing this would easily give me away.

"Okay, let's talk again in three days. I'll send you an email in the game. Be careful;
reality is much harder than the virtual world." With that, the man turned and logged off.

Watching him log off, I silently checked the account's inbox and, sure enough, found a virus source
code.

Haha, things are starting to get more interesting.

I exited the game and returned to reality.

The first thing I saw was the unconscious beauty lying at my feet. Hmm, such a good opportunity; I can
test if this virus is effective.

I first rummaged through her belongings and found her first-aid kit, which, as expected, was standard equipment used by international cybercriminals.
It instantly healed her superficial injuries and provided a diagnosis: a level 3 concussion, insufficient blood supply to the brain due to the massive data surge
, and mental disorientation. Looking at the unconscious beauty, I began to implement my plan: I first
put her back on the brain connector to bring her back online.

Then, I installed the virtual personality virus onto the brain connector.

Finally, I found a small laptop, entered the game in debug mode, and tested her character.

Once in the game, this 2-meter-tall burly woman was still sitting blankly in the tavern. Of course, since she was unconscious in
reality , she couldn't move in the game either.

By checking her character attributes, I discovered the backdoor provided by the virus. Through this backdoor, I could
view all of the character's statuses, freely browse and modify her memories, and even overwrite the original personality to create
a new one.

What a powerful virus! No wonder I guessed it was developed at the national level; it's practically a strategic-level viral
weapon . Through the character attributes box, this woman named Leia is a member of the 7th Operations Team of

the Asian Branch of Interpol , responsible for infiltration and intelligence gathering. She is 27 years old, from a single-parent family; her mother works for the US branch of Interpol. After graduating from police academy at 18, she underwent physical enhancement modifications to join Interpol, focusing on hand-to-hand combat and appearance. 　　There are five other members in her team: the one I was chatting with earlier was the team's technical support, along with two fire support personnel, one female driver, and one female medic. 　　I checked the other two female team members; hmm, their appearances are above average. Good, this is promising. 　　Back to Leia, I first extracted all her memories, a total of 254 terabytes. As a cautious person, I wanted to keep them just in case. 　　Then, I made a small modification to her memories, adding myself as her lover . 　　Finally, I created a virtual personality that was completely obedient to me, but instead of replacing the original personality, I used a keyword switch to activate and hide it. 　　After restarting her personality, the character in the game slowly regained consciousness, probably about to wake up. 　　"Ugh, what happened to me? My head hurts so much!" the burly man with the concussion groaned. Knowing his true identity was a beautiful woman, the character now seemed rather comical. 　　I activated the virus and checked her character attributes again. Hmm, perfect. It had automatically filled in the details of my non-existent "lover's" activities in her life—probably a human instinct. 　　Having done this, I prepared to wake up this concussed "girlfriend" in reality. 　　I forged a system message and sent it to Leia's inbox: "Dungeons & Dragons area will undergo maintenance in 1 minute, estimated time 10 minutes. Please log out and exit the game." 　　Leia saw the message and naturally began to log out and exit the game. 　　But, it failed! 　　Unable to log out. 　　I clearly turned off the virus that caused the game to stop logging out, so why couldn't she log out? 　　Leia in the game also discovered she couldn't log out. She was anxious and, after several unsuccessful attempts, was about to contact the technician for help. 　　Having finally reached this point, who would have thought a problem would arise here? 　　Only one move left. 　　I picked up the iron pot again and smashed it hard against my "girlfriend." 　　Hmm, this time I controlled the force better; she should be unconscious. There was no blood on her head, just a large bump. Looks like I've gained experience with smashing people. 　　I easily dragged Leia off the brain-connector, sat on it myself, and entered the game.

I thoroughly checked all the data in the game and found nothing unusual, so why couldn't I log out?

Things were starting to get tricky.

Leia was, after all, part of an offline action team; she couldn't be in the game 24/7 like those game liaisons
. She needed to operate with her team members.

If I kidnapped her directly, not only would carrying a woman who looked like a corpse be difficult to avoid surveillance and security,
but it would also be too conspicuous on the street.

If her team members discovered Leia couldn't log out a few days later, they would definitely come back to her place to check, and I
would be exposed.

The last option was to kill Leia and stage an accident scene. Putting aside the fact that I'm not good at killing or staging
scenes, even if I were to kill this pretty girl, I would feel reluctant.

It seemed I had no choice but to strike first.

I opened the information bar and found the medical staff member in Leia's team, named Shimada Rei. In Leia's
memory, this girl had a very good relationship with her, like sisters.

"Ling, I'm having some problems in the game. I asked Frank (the tech support guy
), and everything seems technically normal. I suspect there's something wrong with my body. Could you come to my apartment and take a look?
You know the address; the access code is 721523fgr."

A moment later, I received a reply: "Leia, you're so annoying! I told you to live in the apartment building,
but you wouldn't budge. Now I have to come all this way, wasting so much of my brain-dissecting time. I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Ling, you're the best! I can only ask you for help. Oh, and bring a portable brain-connector; it might come in handy
."

Hmm, I've found my next target.

I logged out and exited the game normally; it seems the problem isn't with the brain-connector or the game.

I put Leia back on the brain-connector, controlled her to log back in via the computer, and
erased the panicked memories of the last few seconds before she fainted because she couldn't log off.

Then I tidied her clothes, closed the window, and treated the large swelling on her head with the healing device. I tucked the gun
into my waistband, just in case.

After doing that, I grabbed my laptop and the large cooking pot and hid in the apartment's storage room. I remotely controlled
the brain-connector to activate the virus, waiting for Ling to arrive. Although I really wanted to have some sex with this sleeping beauty, I restrained myself

considering that Ling was coming soon .

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