GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 19 - 19: Cryptographic Vulnerabilities

1:17 AM – Skycrest Villa, Sublevel Garage

The Bentley's door seals engaged with a hydraulic hiss that echoed through the underground vault. Ye's left index finger traced the steering wheel's carbon fiber ridges – each 0.3mm groove precisely mirroring his neural interface's stress algorithm. Through the rearview monitor, Su's reflection fragmented into biometric data streams: pupil dilation (0.2% beyond baseline), carotid pulse (72bpm with 0.8 variance), microtremors in the right trapezius (attributable to cryo-sleeve feedback).

"Your mother's forensic accountants," he said, watching her holographic vitals oscillate in the HUD, "will need three days to decrypt the surveillance obfuscation patterns."

Su's gloved hand adjusted the neural feedback strap beneath her knee-length Givenchy skirt. The medical alloy clicked softly – a sound engineered to calm patients through harmonic resonance. "Make it five. Father prefers his corporate espionage served medium-rare."

As the autonomous navigation system charted a course through surveillance blind spots, Ye noted her right thumb circling counterclockwise against the leather seat – a tell she'd developed during freshman year merger negotiations.

[System Alert]

» Firewall Update: Emotional Liability Shields v2.1 requires neural recalibration

» Threat Detected: Proximity sensors show cortisol spike alignment (+0.47σ)

1:29 AM – Strategic Debriefing Chamber

The villa's climate control hummed at 19.5°C – precisely 0.5° below corporate negotiation standards. Zhao exploded through the titanium-reinforced wine cellar door, her combat boots leaving cryptographic impressions in the AI-woven Persian rug.

"They're minting our disaster as limited-edition NFTs!" She slammed a holographic tablet onto the Baccarat crystal bar. "Bidding war between LVMH and Tencent – current offer 3.2M USDT!"

Ye's fingers danced across the counter's touch interface, deploying fractal encryption patterns. "Route 40% to the narrative containment fund. Burn the rest through shell companies registered to..." His nail tapped a Zurich bank code glowing faintly beneath the marble veining. "...Section 12, Clause γ."

Su's stiletto heel struck the concrete floor with boardroom finality. "Amend the smart contract." Her Patek projected legal clauses that materialized as augmented reality calligraphy above a 1945 Mouton Rothschild. "Speculation royalties fund our blockchain reputation ledger. Any romantic conjecture exceeding..." She paused, the corner of her mouth twitching 1.3mm northwest. "...third-degree probabilistic models gets converted into carbon offset credits."

[Achievement Unlocked: Emotional Arbitrage]

» +180 XP (Total: 655/700) @@novelbin@@

» Sentiment Derivatives Portfolio: 38% → 45%

1:47 AM – Firewall Incursion

Security klaxons screamed in harmonic minor – a frequency proven to reduce corporate espionage efficiency by 22%. Mo Mengfei's holographic avatar materialized through seven layers of quantum encryption, her image distorted into cubist planes that made her Gucci eyeglasses float independently of her nose.

"Your honeypot traps reek of amateur hour." Her voice emerged filtered through what sounded like a Soviet-era vocoder. "Shall I demonstrate proper data butchery?"

The attack came in fractal waves – a swarm of predatory algorithms chewing through firewalls like termites through mahogany. Ye's neural interface flared migraine-bright as he tracked the invasion:

1. Layer 1 Breach: Villa's climate control reprogrammed to simulate Sahara midday

2. Layer 2 Compromise: Security cameras began livestreaming abstract expressionist reinterpretations of their movements

3. Core Protocol Infiltration: The AI sommelier started recommending boxed wine

Su's gloves hit the central control panel with twin cracks. "Deploy the cultural countermeasure!"

The villa's defense system retaliated with a barrage of Tang Dynasty poetry encrypted into blockchain shards. Mo's hologram glitched violently, her left eyebrow separating from her face to orbit the chandelier.

[System Notification]

» Digital Asset Casualties:

· 18% Virtual Real Estate Holdings

· 7 Vintage NFTs (2018-2023)

» Strategic Gains:

· Partial Blueprint of M-Tech's Sentiment Analytics Engine

· Mo's 2024 Spa Itinerary (Decrypted 63%)

2:03 AM – Ceasefire Negotiations (Augmented Reality Chamber)

The negotiation table materialized as a floating AR construct, its surface a liquid mirror reflecting:

1. Su's Avatar: Seated in a Ming Dynasty scholar's chair modified with Hermès leather, fingers steepled at 45.7° – the precise angle shown to reduce hostile takeover bids by 14%

2. Ye's Projection: Leaning against a digital recreation of the Forbidden City's Meridian Gate, neural interface cables snaking through his shadow like cybernetic veins

3. Mo's Encryption Ghost: Pixelated into a Mondrian grid that leaked stock ticker data like digital blood

"Proposal," Mo's distorted voice cut through the static. "60% stake in your emotional derivatives market. Full access to tonight's biometric datasets."

Su's avatar didn't blink – a programmed response to prevent pupil-based lie detection. "Counter: Dissolve your predictive courtship algorithms. We preserve your vanity metrics from leaking to..." Her holographic nail tapped a floating news icon. "...Wall Street Journal's lifestyle section."

The AI sommelier poured virtual '47 Cheval Blanc into nonexistent glasses. Ye's projection caught the spectral bottle mid-pour. "Addendum: All proceeds fund our anti-romance DAO."

2:29 AM – Armistice Terms (Physical/Digital Hybrid)

The final clauses materialized as both holographic text and engraved platinum tablets:

Article VII.3: Biometric data from "The Incident" becomes non-fungible assets traded through Cayman Islands shell company EmotionaCorp Ltd.

Addendum Ω.ξ: Physical proximity exceeding 1.5 meters requires pre-approved media narrative (see attached press kits containing 37 variations of "platonic synergy")

As Mo's avatar dissolved into cryptographic ash, Su's projection turned. The AR chamber's lighting shifted to simulate dawn breaking over Hong Kong's stock exchange.

"This isn't peace." Her voice contained 0.8% more bandwidth than strictly necessary. "Merely intermission between hostile tender offers."

Ye's neural interface pinged with the game's latest alert:

[Quest Updated]

» Decrypt the Ice Queen's Core Protocol

» Reward:

· 51% Voting Rights in Su Family's Black Swan Fund

· Master Key to Emotional Firewall β (Includes Trauma Encryption Suite)