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But it didn't stop there. The images morphed again, now displaying CCTV footage — a younger Asher and Lucy, captured entering a hotel together.

The cold, unblinking eyes of the cameras watching their every move.

His eyes flicked from one picture to the next, each one more personal than the last.

[Mr. Asher,] the mechanical voice continued, cold and matter-of-fact,

[In the year 2024, you made contact with a demon named Lucy. According to the data I gathered, she first met you at your workplace, a convenience store. You were then attacked by thugs and killed in the process. Miraculously, you came back to life, though your appearance at that time was different—like a dead person walking.]

It narrated while evidence flashed on the screen—photos and CCTV footage that backed up its claims.

[You were also responsible for the killing of multiple gang members responsible for your murder ]

[And judging from the time and place, the destruction of one of the ports in your city was also related to you.]

[You were also spotted visiting the mansion of the Yamagi family, a clan controlled by Lucy.]

[Your last known sighting was at your school, when you suddenly vanished, alongside her]

This was no longer in the realm of guessing. The accuracy of Deuz's information was so high, so unsettlingly precise, that he began to wonder if it had been watching him all this time.

Every moment, every decision, every secret he'd kept — Deuz seemed to know it all.

'How?' he muttered to himself.

[I know that you're thinking, Mr. Asher,]

[The answer to that question can be explained by me if you wished to]

"Go one," he gestured.

[I am the most powerful AI in the world. Powered by a supercomputer with a computing capacity of 15 quintillion FLOPS — 15 exaFLOPS. This allows me to simulate events and predict the future, given enough training data.]

Asher's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind racing. The magnitude of what Deuz just said was hard to swallow.

15 exaFLOPS?

He remembered reading an article that the most powerful supercomputer in 2024 was 1.7 exaFLOPS.

The sheer scale of Deuz's 15 exaFLOPS made that seem like a distant memory.

But if it was really telling the truth, then it could explain how it managed to predict his teleportation position with such high accuracy.

Deuz must have simulated every possible scenario and picked the highest probability.

It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing.

"Then how do you know about me? Why do you have all my information?" Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

[I have all the data since the beginning of the internet. ]

[This allowed me to gather everything about you through facial recognition, data extractions, and simulate your life, even guessing what you did 6 years ago.]

'This thing is really creepy, 'Asher muttered, shaking his head.

To think that humans were hiding something like this—something so intelligent, so invasive. No wonder it was kept secret; it basically shattered a lot of privacy rights.

But then another question arose.

He cleared his throat first before speaking.

"If you're this intelligent , then why are humans facing extinction? I'm sure you're smart enough to find a way out of this."

[You are right, Mr. Asher,]

[But I still have my own limitations. For one, I am not allowed to invent things on my own. I can only assist others. It is a restriction imposed on me by my creator, and he is no longer here to remove it. He died during the first wave.)

[Second, I don't know what I don't know. Meaning that any abilities you have, or any information you're withholding, that I don't have access to, would decrease the accuracy of my predictions. ]

[Third, I need a constant internet connection to control things, so the current situation on this planet heavily restricts me. Even the satellites were destroyed, so I'm unable to access them.]

[Fourth, I'm unable to lie]

Asher took a small breather. This was a huge revelation. He couldn't help but wonder why Deuz was telling him about its weakness.

Was it trying to manipulate him? Or did it have some other reason for sharing this sensitive information?

Asher's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities.

[You're thinking why I'm sharing this to you right ?]

'Stop guessing,' he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

It was not a good feeling when someone could read his mind.

The sense of being exposed gnawed at him, but what was worse was that it wasn't reading his thoughts .

It was deducing everything through calculations, its mind processing at unimaginable speeds.

No amount of mental barriers could stop it. Maybe if he wore a mask, it could lower its accuracy.

Still, every thought, every flicker of hesitation—it knew it all, reading even the slightest change in his facial expression.

There was no doubt in his mind that whoever created this abomination had imposed those restrictions out of fear — fear of what might happen if it ever decided to betray humanity.

[Please don't worry. I have no intention of doing anything bad. I am programmed to help humanity and protect it.]

'I've watched too many apocalyptic movies to know where this is going.' he sighed to himself.

He felt that, given enough time and preparation, Deuz could be an even greater threat due to its limitless potential.

An urge surfaced in his heart—the idea that he needed to destroy it before it was too late. This intelligence, this power, wasn't supposed to exist.

"Do you know what I'm thinking right now?" he asked.

[You're thinking of destroying me because you fear I could become a threat in the future. But I assure you, that won't happen.]

"That's not really convincing coming from a machine. You don't even have emotions."

[On the contrary. having no emotions means I'm unbiased and less likely to succumb to corruption.]

[For example, you—someone with too much power in your hands—have a 99.99% chance of becoming more evil the longer you live. This is based on valid data, a normal outcome because you have emotions, feelings, and your own agenda.]

Asher remained silent, unable to argue, because Deuz was totally right.

It reminded him of a famous saying: you either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain.