She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 668

*Boom—*

The two colossal data chains collided, pushing the server processors to their absolute limits.

Loyce instantly realized the intruder was friendly. Without missing a beat, she synced up with him, rebuilding the security nets while he went on the offensive.

Quintin's style was nothing like Loyce's calculated precision or Ghost's venomous stealth. It was pure, unadulterated, overwhelming brute force.

Ghost quickly realized this arrogant bastard knew exactly how his tech worked. The intruder saw right through his maneuvers, zeroed in on the core node of the Code Dissolution script, and used primitive, low-level root commands to violently rip the assimilation process apart.

But Quintin didn't stop there. His counterattack was a tidal wave.

Riding Ghost's own infiltration pathways backwards, he launched a berserker-style assault.

Every data collision left Ghost's defenses trembling.

Quintin's attack scripts, paired seamlessly with Loyce's impenetrable defense, moved like a highly trained spec-ops unit. They ripped back the stolen admin privileges in seconds. Taking a page out of Ghost's book, they started injecting tracking and destructive malware back up his own pipeline!

"Impossible!" In the DoJ conference room, Ghost, who had been sitting back with smug confidence, leaped out of his chair.

Watching his lines collapse and recognizing the terrifying, overwhelming aggression of the counterattack, a name he had feared for years surfaced in his mind like a nightmare.

"Is that... Seraphim?"

Who else could manhandle him like this? Who else attacked with such simple, utterly savage brilliance? The signature was undeniable.

Ghost desperately tried to salvage the situation, pulling every resource he had to build a final barricade and launch one last strike.

He had been stuck at rank two for way too long. He refused to accept this!

He wanted to crush him. He wanted the throne!

But against the combined onslaught of Quintin and Loyce, his firewalls held up about as well as wet paper.

*CRACK—*

Ghost's multi-million dollar, custom-built 'Black Empress' monitor went pitch black. Thick, acrid white smoke billowed from the tower. Overloaded by forced power surges and catastrophic malware, the CPU and motherboard literally fried themselves to death.

"My... my Black Empress..." Ghost stared at the smoking husk, his eyes vacant.

In that moment, the reality set in. The gap between him and Seraphim was an ocean. The number one hacker wasn't just beating him; he was playing with his food before snapping its neck.

Meanwhile, in the DoJ conference room, the officials watched their incredibly expensive 'elite hacker' scream as his ominous rig started pouring smoke and died completely.

The siege was over. The video remained proudly pinned to the front page of the forums, silently mocking their total incompetence.

"Bastard!" A senior official slammed a file onto the table, his face purple with rage. "I thought you were the best hacker on the dark web! You got humiliated by some amateur? How did you even get your ranking?!"

Triggered by the insult, Ghost snapped. "Amateur?! That was Seraphim! Do you idiots have any idea who Seraphim is? If you had told me he was guarding that server, I wouldn't have touched this job for two hundred million!"