Limitless John Gold (e reader for manga .TXT) 📖

on my new astral forest; I use my neuronet to log into the infospace. I need a plan, information, and time. And I need a way to break into the most guarded place on earth. The last time, three mermen almost sent me back to the respawn, and they were just the first Tanatosians I came across. And back when I was collecting information about the gods and their weaknesses, I found some scraps of notes about the mysterious continent. There are demons, dragons, and even a race of angels there. The magic field is so thick that portal spells and respawn points don’t work anywhere within it. Also, all the monsters around the world come from Tanatos, though I can only guess what kinds of beasts there are on the island itself. I do have something to work with, at least.

Before I can try Tanatos on for size, I have to invite Femida’s group, though I don’t trust her. The trials in the Gray Lands started by making me paranoid. After that, when I killed my emotions, I learned how to doubt everything and ask myself questions. Trust, love, optimism, loyalty, and hope are feelings I can’t experience anymore. My subconscious immediately eliminates any trace of them when they appear.

Femida, quick on the uptake, has already sent me a message.

I hear there’s an old monster back in the world. Would you happen to know who they could be talking about? Although, I guess you do if you’re reading this.

Oh, the horror! You didn’t go out in public without your makeup on, did you?

Idiot!

Fat idiot!

I’m glad you’re back.

Fem promises to fly over and congratulate me today, though they’re too busy fighting right now. Her crew was tracked down in one of Katain’s underground caverns, and they’re collapsing passageways as they fall back.

Time passes, and my mana storage is already a third full. In the meantime, I’m able to take care of a bunch of problems having to do with my frontier ship. There’s the vengeance I’m going to wreak on Leon, as well, and I’m able to find out who the person hiding behind the mask is.

Leon is the chairman of the board of directors for Star Ship, a manufacturing concern. Over the last ten years, he’s been able to nearly double the company’s share in the spaceship production market. That isn’t easy to do without a good team, and he’s been unrivaled in his accomplishments. He even bought several blocks in a colony to house the managers of all the company and clan’s different ventures. By doing so, he’s able to change the mindsets of the people who work for him. Whether they associate their lives with work or the game, Leon is in charge in either case. The clan head refuses sycophancy and veneration outside the game. He focuses on developing the people around him, making them better managers, specialists, and individuals. Everything he does is aimed at building a team capable of helping him thrive.

The people I hired were able to list the names of those in Leon’s inner circle, and I’m surprised to recognize Rachel among them. The girl, who is currently Leon’s significant other, turns out to be eleven years older than me. All these years, she’s been beside him, performing the in-game role of his cult’s first saint, only her name is Rebecca Ruzh, and she isn’t from an orphanage at all.

Two people have done a good job hiding their social status, and my profilers aren’t able to compile any kind of concrete information about them at all. One of them is Nate, the head of Leon’s unofficial personal security unit. I have no idea who the second is.

Leon turns out to be a very good person who’s done quite a bit for society and the people around him. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to forgive him for what he did to me. For the second year in a row, I’m fighting a diversionary war against his company, the apple of his eye, and I’m going to do everything I can to destroy it.

Since beating all those trials, I’ve started thinking differently when I’m working. Yes, I’m working for myself when I’m online. Emotions disappear, and I look at nothing but the facts in each situation. The more experienced you are, and the broader your consciousness, the faster you learn and figure out how to systematize actions in order to massage them toward your goals. To put it simply, all the little diversionary moves I make are aimed at meeting intermediary goals in my masterplan to destroy Star Ship.

One diversion hides another. A third draws attention, throwing Leon’s bloodhounds off the scent. For instance, the percentage of carbon in the alloys used at his propulsion system plants is increased slightly. Metering equipment is modified to ensure that their propulsion systems need repair ten times more often than usual. The company’s navigational equipment, communication systems, and information security should all start going offline at the same time. My strategy is designed to last three years, with the end result being a loss of confidence in Leon’s company. That’s the basis of my entire plan. This is the second year I’ve been undermining the backbone of the company, the one he spent so much time building. Thanks to the Gray Lands, I saw how a tree of wrath, anger, hatred, and betrayal can grow out of the seed of doubt. That’s what I work on between the game and sleeping.

Studying how Leon’s company works makes me see how I should be setting up my own manufacturing plant. While the young god depends on people, their loyalty, and their belief in a common goal and idea, I focus on automation and complete autonomy. It’s the antithesis of everything Leon and his company are founded on.

For the last six months, I’ve been studying programming and the companies who launched the ArtIns. Nobody has yet been able to develop artificial intelligence superior to that wielded by humans. They