Chapter 963:

Rylie didn’t underestimate her opponent, but the method they used revealed a subtle brilliance, exploiting a peculiar flaw in the forum’s structure that she had never encountered before. They slipped past her monitoring screens and into the mid-tier defenses. Instead of attacking the core head-on, they spread stealthily, like a creeping worm, capturing partial admin privileges and working methodically to unravel the system from within.

Rylie’s pupils narrowed as the realization sank in. Her focus sharpened, her composure hardening as her fingers darted over the keyboard with renewed precision.

She severed several compromised pathways and deployed preconfigured interference routines. A torrent of fake admin accounts and decoy files erupted instantly, like smoke grenades thrown into darkness to blind the intruder’s sight. Data packets streaked across her screens at impossible speed, like bullets in flight, triggering cascading firewall alerts that were swiftly neutralized by automated, high-level protocols.

Thanks to her foresight and disciplined strategy, Rylie managed to stabilize the network, initiating repeated attempts to trace the intruder’s true IP address.

But Phantom had been paid generously, and for good reason.

Noticing Rylie’s tracing attempts, a cunning smile curved his lips. “Interesting. You’ve just ignited my competitive spirit.” He adapted instantly, sending an unusual strand of code slithering into the system like liquid mercury seeping through the tiniest fissures.

Unlike standard viruses that relied on overt destruction, this one acted like a corrosive solvent. When it encountered Rylie’s core security protocols, it didn’t trigger alarms—it quietly integrated, then dismantled them. This was no ordinary intrusion. It didn’t brute-force its way through. It rewrote the rules from the inside out.

Several critical security chains Rylie had painstakingly built began to flicker and slacken, their integrity deteriorating by the second.

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“Is this code dissolution?” she whispered, her voice tight with disbelief.

A sharp crease formed between her brows. She’d only seen theoretical descriptions of such a technique in the most advanced journals—never imagining it deployed in a real attack.

Her defenses had been designed to counter known vulnerabilities, and this new method—like a dimensional reduction strike—threw her completely off balance.

Warning lights flared across the monitors. Core defense sectors shifted from green to yellow, while select nodes pulsed bright red, signaling imminent failure.

Phantom was steadily corroding the forum’s backend privileges. If the perimeter collapsed, the videos would vanish in seconds.

Sweat dotted her temples. Her teeth pressed lightly into her lower lip as her fingers flew over the keyboard with relentless speed, fighting to stabilize the system under the onslaught. She hammered at the keyboard, throwing up new firewalls and deploying meticulously written counterstrike scripts, but the intruder’s attack didn’t let up, gnawing through her defenses from the inside like acid.

The network frayed at an alarming rate, teetering on the edge of total collapse.

Rylie switched strategies with urgent precision, fighting to keep control of the digital battlefield, though the gap in skill was undeniable. Every keystroke drove her closer to her physical and mental limits.

Then, without warning, a flood of data crashed into the system—so sudden it jolted both attacker and defender alike.

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