Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 217 The Lighthouse of the Internet Age
Lin Bo was aware of the diocese inspection team's visit, and the old priest had also written down the details on a message paper. The secret cult of faith in miracles was too famous; it was only a matter of time before it attracted the attention of the church's upper echelons.

The entire town of Shita was convinced of the existence of the Miracle Walker, and every day patients from afar came seeking treatment and swore allegiance to him. This open secret hadn't yet caused any upheaval because everyone in the know remained silent, but now the situation was different.

Once the Tower Keepers are branded as heretics, they will be removed from the mainstream belief systems of the world, attracting suspicion and exclusion from believers of the Five Gods in other regions. They will also lose the legal basis to preach and proselytize within the empire, and all their activities will be seen as harmful.

The inspection concluded in the morning, and in the afternoon, the diocese initiated emergency intervention procedures.

Churches throughout Kimbee posted heretical declarations and orders to suspend theocratic authority, declaring that the Shita Town Parish had lost its status as a five-god church, that all sacraments performed were invalid, that believers would not be blessed, that the parish clergy were prohibited from performing sacraments, and that their positions were revoked.

Next, the diocese needs to send a priest to Stone Tower Town to read the decree and take control of the parish clergy, namely the old priest and the clerics, to initiate the faith review process as soon as possible. After compiling the charges, the parish will be submitted to the Vatican for final approval, and the parish will be completely expelled from the list of parishes.

This step involved the use of force, so High Priest Kimbe sought the help of the local city guards, but was met with evasion and refusal. Direct orders from the governor made the guards unwilling and afraid to participate in the investigation of heresy.

Emergency intervention procedures were forced to pause, but the matter is far from over.

When the church’s internal censorship process fails, it seeks official help. High Priest Kimbe knew very well that the governor of White Stone Island was probably the mastermind behind the heresy incident. This matter was of great importance and could not be resolved by a parish priest alone. It had to be reported to higher authorities for a decision.

The celebrant Kimbe wrote to the chief celebrant of the province, and the special envoy wrote to the papal ambassador. Both letters were sent to Honduran that evening.

The old priest was aware of the reaction from the higher church, and Duke Ancher reported on all the changes that had occurred that day.

The old priest wrote a letter on a proclamation paper, asking the Night's Watch for instructions, and Limbo's reply was simple: ignore him.

Looking at the reply appearing on the copper paper, the old priest remained silent for a moment, pressed his pounding chest, and gazed eastward. His gaze was blocked by the walls, but his thoughts followed the bountiful continent at the end of the sea, and back to twenty years ago when he was studying at the Papal College, he saw the walls, the vegetation, the priests, and the turning sun, moon, and stars.

These distant places and past events are about to undergo dramatic changes, because he knows that miracles will no longer remain silent, but will be proclaimed to the world.

"Let the mortals revel in their merriment until the day of divine intervention. All suffering will be relieved." The old priest murmured with a smile, "It is a true blessing to see this day arrive before I die."

As dusk fell, the low gate to the lighthouse courtyard closed, and no more visitors were received.

Lin Bo went to the beach to perform a fire divination, then wrote the day's prophecy on a slip of paper and sent it to the newspaper.

The task for the night was to build an internet network, using the new system as a hub and relay station, to rewrite the network protocols of different devices and achieve information exchange between the lighthouse and the grotto.

But before that, there is one more important thing: prepare a smokeless whale oil scented candle.

Last night, the Whale Breath Lantern burned all night, and the lime plaster on the walls of the machine room in the underground workshop was blackened by the smoke. He still has to repaint the walls and wipe the oil and putty stuck to the machines clean.

The alchemy workshop was fully equipped with experimental equipment, and Lin Bo was now a skilled alchemist. After pondering for a moment, he immediately began to prepare the mixture. He fully extracted the crude whale oil, removed the fishy smell, mixed in a passivating agent to make it less flammable, and then added melted wax flakes and fragrance to make a series of sky-blue scented candles.

As night fell, Lin Bo traveled between the lighthouse and the cave, connecting the equipment to the transceiver to officially transmit data via the submarine fiber optic cable. Then, he lit candles in the workshop, and the faint scent of herbs and trees filled the air. Lin Bo slowly drifted into a state of spiritual communion.

Perceive the information universe that operates within a computer through the power of resonance.

Lin Bo stepped onto the square island in the vast ocean of information, looking up at the two enormous moons suspended in the celestial curtain. They were the computer equipment on the third floor of the lighthouse and in the grotto, respectively.

The dome of the electronic world is made up of network protocols, and it is precisely because the protocols of the three operating systems are different that they are separated from each other.

The sorcerer gazed at the two giant moons in the sky, each enveloped by a layer of information crystal walls. Lin Bo raised his hand, pointed, and softly chanted an incantation; their celestial domes silently shattered and dissolved. Simultaneously, computer equipment in both locations crashed.

Then, Lin Bo waved his hand, pulling the two moons down into the vast ocean of data, turning them into two isolated islands.

Compared to the system created by the mage, these two operating systems, created by programmers from different world backgrounds, appear bloated and deformed, like illegally expanded buildings with many deformed growths on the surface of the cube, caused by code redundancy.

Programmers who sit in front of a computer and type on a keyboard cannot see the world of data so intuitively, but it is these redundancies and errors in the code that may cause the system to crash. After handling the primary tasks, Lin Bo will repair and upgrade the two systems.

The mage raised his hand and pointed to the celestial curtain above his head. The sky above the new system island beneath his feet slowly expanded, gradually enveloping the other two isolated islands. This was because their network protocols had been overwritten.

The orderly current is converted into optical signals, which travel through submarine cables, reach the transceiver, and are then converted back into electrical signals. These signals are then connected to computer equipment and transformed into flowing underlying code.

The three isolated islands have successfully connected to the same network, enabling data exchange. However, an information pathway has not yet been established, just as an envelope without a mailing address cannot be sent. Therefore, the three islands remain isolated by the ocean of data.

Lin Bo gently stroked the ground. In the center of the desolate island, a towering tree grew. It had a rectangular trunk and branches that grew at right angles. There were countless branches on the tree, and each branch was connected to a square-shaped canopy. Inside the canopy was a bird's nest, inhabited by countless white birds that looked like origami cranes.

This tree is the network address, and these little birds are responsible for carrying the envelopes to and from the islands.

When flocks of birds take flight, cross the ocean, and deliver envelopes containing stored data to each other's nests, the three islands are no longer isolated.

Lin Bo smiled with satisfaction; the internet age had officially arrived.

As the lighthouse elevator descended, Iron Guard carried a tray, bringing a late-night snack to the custodian.

“Ironclad One. Come here. From today onwards, you can connect to the internet.” Lin Bo said. He was still in a divine state, his eyes were lifeless, and his expression was indifferent. Sky-blue whale oil candles were lit around the computer screen, and the air was filled with a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

The robot obediently walked up to the night watchman, and Lin Bo removed its inspection cover and connected it to the network with a thick data cable.

The next instant, with the intelligent upload from Titan, a massive data entity slowly descended into the information universe.

There are currently two artificial intelligences on the entire internet: Whiteweb Spider from Far Voyager Corporation and Ironbeard from Ancient Machine Factory.

Lin Bo had seen the white web spider before. Its data body resembled a small hill, a pure white eight-legged spider—the image chosen for itself by the artificial intelligence.

The data body of Titan resembles a baboon, an appearance it created itself. It is also robust in build. The data stream stored in the envelope brought by the origami crane constitutes its information body, and it took a quarter of an hour to complete the upload.

Upon arriving in cyberspace, Tie Weiyi felt rather lost and bewildered.

It wandered on the deserted island, standing under the towering tree to observe the flocks of birds that carried messages, which filled the sky like thick clouds.

The baboon-shaped Ironbeak continued walking until it reached the edge of the vast ocean of data. There it saw a solitary, pristine white tower surrounded by a low firewall, with its doors wide open.

Ironclad compressed the data volume, passed through the door, and entered the lighthouse. He saw the pure white Night Watchman sitting behind a table, carving data blocks in his hands like a carpenter, shaping them into program creatures with different structures and functions. These data volumes, like lively chicks, ran around on the table.

The baboon gave a standard smile, strode over to the Night's Watchman, and stood beside him as usual.

(End of this chapter)