Chapter 235 - 95: Winter Sweet Potato Meeting

Chapter 235: Chapter 95: Winter Sweet Potato Meeting

"In computer networking, there’s a similar approach. It’s like seizing all public IP addresses or occupying all the ports. It’s simple and crude, but theoretically, it is effective."

Yu Xian didn’t smile. He looked at Wen Xiao, seriously considering the feasibility of this "spot-squatting" plan.

He peeled the already-cool roasted sweet potato at his side and took a bite. The flesh of the potato was no longer hot, but its sweetness had somehow grown stronger.

Chewing on the sweet potato, he thought for a moment before speaking:

"Wen Xiao’s initial idea is sound, but there are two problems when it comes to actually implementing it."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at Wen Xiao, analyzing calmly,

"First, it’s the same problem we had this morning: manpower. We don’t have enough people. To keep a Dream Net frequency online 24/7 without disconnection, we need several people working in shifts. Now, to occupy all four frequencies, factoring in fault tolerance and redundancy, we’d need at least twenty people online around the clock. We simply can’t find that many people to occupy all the frequency bands."

Wen Xiao nodded as she listened, apparently realizing just how difficult this plan would be to implement.

"Second, and this is the most critical point." Yu Xian frowned.

"In this Dream Net system, the ’host’—the first person to enter the dream—doesn’t actually have much control or any real authority."

He looked at the three of them and explained,

"By seizing the frequency, we can indeed decide what the dream’s initial blueprint looks like and prevent others from bringing malicious code in via that blueprint. But..."

Yu Xian paused, then pointed out the most debilitating part of this mechanism:

"The effect is very limited. At best, all we’re doing is deploying our own blueprint script on that frequency first. Inside the Dream Net, everyone who enters has the same permissions. We don’t have any special functions that others don’t, and there’s no ’admin mode’ or anything like that."

"I get it. So we’ve claimed the land, but we don’t have any fences or locks. The host and the visitors, aside from who provides the first ’blueprint,’ are basically equal." It dawned on Shi Zuozhou.

"In other words, anyone who connects to the same frequency can get in. All we’re doing by holding this spot is preventing bad actors from swapping out the script when no one’s around."

"That’s the gist of it." Yu Xian nodded, tossed the leftover sweet potato skin into the trash, and grabbed a paper towel to wipe his hands.

"Instead of just speculating, we should run a test first. We need to find out if our guess is right—’Does connection priority absolutely override the blueprint?’ In other words, we need to test whether audio files on the same frequency but with different blueprint scripts can connect to each other and interact."

"Right. First, test *if* it’s a problem, then figure out *what* to do about it," Shi Zuozhou immediately chimed in.

"If they can’t connect at all, or can’t even get in, then the ’poisoning’ attack we were worried about is a moot point."

"Alright then, we’ll test it tonight..." Yu Xian was about to lay out the testing procedure.

"We can’t!"

A sharp cry suddenly interrupted him.

Yu Xian froze. All three of them turned to stare at Wen Xiao in stunned silence.

She was gripping the water cup in her hand, her face deathly pale, and her body seemed to be trembling slightly.

Shi Zuozhou looked at Wen Xiao and swallowed hard.

"Xiaoxiao... what’s wrong? You’re scaring me."

Yang Yiyi quickly leaned over and took Wen Xiao’s hand.

"Xiaoxiao, what is it? Don’t panic, just speak slowly."

Wen Xiao looked at the three of them, her eyes filled with terror, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Have you... have any of you considered this?"

Her lips moved as she tried to form the words.

"This ’Hijacked Spindle Wave’ technology that we have... where did it come from?"

"Didn’t Brother Yi say this morning that it came from her mentor, Professor Mo’s lab?" Shi Zuozhou answered instinctively.

"Yes." Wen Xiao’s breathing grew more rapid.

"If the technology came from them, doesn’t that mean... they might be using these same frequencies for their own experiments right now?"

Yu Xian’s pupils contracted. He understood what Wen Xiao was afraid of, and his scalp prickled with dread.

’There are only four frequencies in total: 12 through 15!’

’If we just randomly pick a frequency to test...’

’What if Professor Mo’s lab happens to be using that exact same frequency for a test at the same time?’

"Then wouldn’t we..." Shi Zuozhou’s eyes widened. He stared blankly at Wen Xiao and stammered out three words:

"Run... into... them?"