Mine? Or my father's? Seeing this system prompt, Brian Carter was momentarily stunned. He could no longer remember his father's ID number. The ID consisted of 26 digits and letters, making it nearly impossible for most people to memorize. Never mind, he decided to try his own.

Brian Carter entered his own ID number.

System: Password entered successfully, iris authentication successful, brain-neural connection successful...

He hadn't expected such a website to have so many layers of encryption, and all of them set up by his father specifically for him. As he was thinking this, the website began to play a recording. It was his father's voice. Hearing this long-lost voice, Brian Carter couldn't help but be moved to tears.

“Son, by the time you find this, I should already be gone. I hope that after my death, you and your mother can live a peaceful life. But I know that may be just wishful thinking—those people probably won't let you go. If you've found this place, go find your Uncle Harris right away; he will protect you. Your daily chats and conversations with your mother are probably being monitored, so never mention this website to anyone. I can't tell you the whole truth yet. If the Sword of Dictatorship is activated, use what's in this website to help your Uncle Harris destroy the Demon God Studio. When that day comes, your mother will naturally tell you everything.”

Demon God Studio? His father had built that studio from scratch, but later, for reasons unknown, was forced to leave. His father's dying wish was actually to destroy the very studio he had once created with his own hands!

“Father, I promise you, I will help you fulfill this wish.” A trace of steely resolve flashed in Brian Carter's eyes. His father had said that even his and his mother's daily conversations were being monitored, which showed how serious this was.

It took a long time for Brian Carter's turbulent emotions to gradually settle. He began browsing the website's contents. The site was exquisitely made, and its wealth of content could rival the official sites of some major virtual games, with thousands of articles, all about the Sword of Dictatorship. Looking at the article titles: “Cultivating the Divine Druid,” “The Ultimate Medal of the Flame Knight,” “How to Crack the Legendary Quest of the Battle of Magic City,” “One Hundred and Twenty Exploitable Terrain Bugs,” “Secret Trap Programs,” “Speed-Clearing the Barbarian Tribe's Emblem”...

Many of his father's experiences during the beta test and the system bugs he discovered were all meticulously recorded on this website. His father had participated in developing part of the Sword of Dictatorship, and during the process, had secretly set up some hidden programs and backdoors, even managing to evade the main AI's detection. All of this was documented in words and pictures.

Genius-level ingenuity! Seeing the content of these articles, Brian Carter couldn't help but marvel. This was a battle of wits between human and AI, ultimately outsmarting the AI. Normally, a virtual game would go through dozens of rounds of AI calculations before being released to the market, but the programs his father designed could easily evade the AI's scans. Any bugs that could be found, his father had already reported, but some hidden bugs within the system's permissible range, he had left behind. In addition to the information related to the Sword of Dictatorship, he also left behind many insights from professional players—how to become a highly skilled pro gamer, and so on.

The website's content would take days and nights to finish reading. Who knows how much effort his father had put into organizing it all. In the corner of the website was a message from his father: The Sword of Dictatorship is a revolution in virtual gaming and will change the world. Child, you will be the leader of this transformation.

Every time he saw this sentence, Brian Carter's heart surged with emotion. He had to absorb all this content; otherwise, it would be too troublesome to look it up after entering the game. He absolutely could not let his father down! These things from his father seemed to open up a whole new world in Brian Carter's mind, gradually helping him understand what it meant to be a professional gamer.

In the days before the Sword of Dictatorship launched, Brian Carter spent almost all his time on this website, except for meals. Like a sponge, he desperately absorbed everything it had to offer.

The game helmet had the function of promoting deep sleep in the cerebral cortex, so it could be used even while sleeping at night, without affecting human rest—effectively doubling one's lifespan. This was also why virtual games had become so popular worldwide. With the helmet on, Brian Carter completely lost track of time.

Although he made the most of every moment to study the website's content, time was still too short. Brian Carter only managed to get through the content up to level thirty; the rest would have to wait for another time.

On the third day, Grace Harris also bought a helmet. She wanted to play Sword of Dictatorship too. It was said that everyone in her class was equipped with one, and she was even planning to form her own team after entering the game.

When chatting with Grace Harris, Brian Carter seemed a bit distracted. The Sword of Dictatorship was about to launch, and he was both nervous and excited.

“Brian Carter, I'm going back to my room. Remember to message me via instant messenger once you're in the game.”

“Go ahead. The game is just starting, so I need to level up quickly. If my level is too low and your cousin kicks me out of the studio, that would be too embarrassing,” Brian Carter said. He checked the time—ten minutes left. He went back to his room and put on the helmet.