Night Hacker

There was an old saying: long, long ago in the age of Magic, once an enemy learned a wizard's true name, their death wasn't far behind.

Now, in the era of Transcendent Programs, whether ordinary person or transcendent, you never exposed the location of your Personality Magic Cube.

If it was exposed, you jumped immediately, hiding yourself anew within the boundless expanse of the mind network.

As long as you made no noise and weren't forcibly tracked via a physical brain-to-brain connection, you were almost impossible to find.

"Hide well, hide well. Friend, if anyone asks for your name, just tell them, 'I'm your daddy.'"

Four dazzling streaks of color tore down the bizarre circuit-board road at breakneck speed.

Gu He clung tightly to Miss Ayane's slender waist, his neural temperature steadily rising from the sheer speed of their rush.

Lindsey, Sakai Shukichi, and Boxer pushed their speeds even higher, with Shukichi occasionally barking out instructions with a laugh.

Gu He noticed that all five of them—including Miss Ayane, and presumably himself—were shrouded in a concealing layer of flowing light. Their faces were completely covered by electronic mechanical masks that seemed to grow right out of their skin.