The World Artificial Intelligence Competition (WAIC) officially kicked off in Geneva.
One defining feature of this competition was the prohibition of pre-trained models.
Its core objective was to test algorithms' real-time learning capabilities and resource efficiency.
Global tech giants gathered under flashing camera lights, the air thick with the scent of code and ambition.
The "Pangu Lab" team from Yuanlong Technologies, a startup from Xia Country, initially drew little attention.
But everything changed once the group stage began.
Led by Lu Ruoxi and Su Yang, the team emerged as the darkest of dark horses, advancing relentlessly.
Their submitted "Nuwa" model demonstrated performance far exceeding expectations across multiple test categories.
Whispers and discussions about Yuanlong began circulating both inside and outside the venue.
The team successfully broke into the finals.
Their opponents were two behemoths:
One was the "Odin" team from international giant Stellar Corporation—a technically profound squad widely considered the favorite to win.
The other was "Aegis," a team from a top-tier university in Country A.
The final round's format was brutal and straightforward:
A 24-hour extreme challenge.
All teams would connect to the competition's unified data platform to perform real-time optimization on a brand-new, highly complex urban traffic model.
The champion would be whichever model could most quickly and stably reduce the system's congestion rate.
As the starting bell rang,
the atmosphere in Yuanlong's rest area was tense yet orderly.
"Nuwa model successfully connected."
"Initial parameters stable."
"Commencing first-phase optimization—target congestion rate reduction: 5%."
Su Yang's fingers flew across the keyboard as he monitored the data stream, issuing command after command.
Meanwhile, Lu Ruoxi stood before a massive electronic whiteboard, her gaze fixed on the real-time feedback curves like a general strategizing a campaign.
For the first six hours, everything went smoothly.
The Nuwa model even outperformed expectations, briefly surpassing both Stellar and Aegis in optimization efficiency.
Then, in the seventh hour—
disaster struck.
On the large screen, the curve representing Yuanlong's model stability suddenly began fluctuating wildly and without warning.
"Alert! Abnormal data flow detected!"
"Model output generating massive erroneous solutions!"
"Congestion rate increasing instead of decreasing! Our system is creating chaos!"
Pandemonium erupted in the rest area.
Su Yang's face turned deathly pale.
"Impossible! I reviewed the code—there are no flaws!" He rushed to the main console, frantically typing.
Yet no matter how he searched, he found no issues.
The code was perfect.
But the model was behaving like it had gone mad.
"It's data poisoning," Lu Ruoxi said, her voice icy and clear.
She pointed to a nearly overlooked sub-data stream on the screen.
"Someone exploited a loophole in the competition platform's rules to feed us 'contaminated data' that conventional logic can't detect. The data itself doesn't violate rules, but it's designed to misdirect our model toward faulty optimization."
Su Yang understood instantly.
This wasn't a technical attack—it was a rules-based assault.
The method was diabolically sophisticated.
Like adding a colorless, odorless drop of poison to clear water.
In Aegis's rest area, a man in gold-rimmed glasses watched Yuanlong's plummeting ranking, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
As time ticked away,
Yuanlong's ranking sank to the bottom of the finals bracket.
At this rate, within three hours, their system would crash and force their elimination.
Despair crept across the young researchers' faces.
"Abandon this approach," Lu Ruoxi suddenly declared, her quiet voice cutting through the noise.
She strode to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and swiftly erased all existing formulas.
"If the old logic can be contaminated, we'll build a new one."
The team froze.
Reconstructing their core algorithm—on the spot?
It was unthinkable!
"There's no time..." Su Yang murmured.
"There is," Lu Ruoxi countered, turning to lock eyes with him. "Su Yang, do you trust me?"
He stared into those eyes—
devoid of panic or fear,
burning only with absolute confidence and genius-level brilliance.
All hesitation vanished.
He nodded firmly. "I do."
"Good."
Without another word, Lu Ruoxi turned back to the whiteboard,
her world narrowing to just her and the blank slate before her.
A brand-new, never-before-seen multidimensional chaotic mathematical model took shape under her marker—
not an optimization,
but a creation.
A divine temple rebuilt atop ruins.
The entire team held their breath, witnessing what seemed like a miracle.
Thirty minutes later, Lu Ruoxi set down the marker.
Before them stood a flawless, self-consistent model shimmering with mathematical elegance.
"Now it's your turn," she told Su Yang.
His blood ignited.
"Mission accepted!"
Returning to his computer, his mind operated at unprecedented speeds, translating the whiteboard's formulas into precise lines of code.
Inspired, the team rallied into coordinated action.
The despair had lifted.
Back home, deep into the night,
Yuanlong Technologies' top-floor office remained brightly lit.
Lu Chenyuan sat before a screen, calmly observing the flatlined curve representing his team's performance.
Lin Yuan stood behind him, palms sweating.
"President Lu, should we activate the contingency plan?"
"Not yet." Lu Chenyuan's voice remained steady. "We haven't reached the end."
He trusted Lu Ruoxi.
He trusted Su Yang.
He trusted the people he had personally chosen.
Sure enough, hours later,
the lifeless curve began a faint but determined ascent.
Lin Yuan exhaled in relief.
Yet Lu Chenyuan's brow remained furrowed.
He knew it wasn't enough.
The new model was too powerful, too advanced.
With the competition's provided CPU cluster computing power,
there simply wasn't enough time left to unleash its full potential.
They needed a blade to sever the hardware's shackles.
Lu Chenyuan opened an encrypted communication channel
and typed a single line before sending it off.
Geneva, competition venue.
Su Yang's team hit another bottleneck.
Though formidable, the new model ran too slowly—
a god-tier intellect trapped in a feeble body.
"We're compute-bound! The CPU architecture is crippling us!" a researcher cried in despair.
Just then,
an encrypted notification popped up on Su Yang's private terminal.
He opened the message.
It contained one sentence:
Attempt abandoning CPU clusters entirely. Switch to GPU parallel computing.
Boom.
The words struck Su Yang's mind like lightning.
GPU.
Parallel computing.
In that instant, he understood.
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
