When an AI chip was implanted in his brain, he rose to power

Untitled Part 11 The start of student life

For three straight days, Jason stayed home and didn't go out. Fathead was bombarding him with apologies over QQ, spilling out his entire plan and promising Jason a share of the technical profits. But Jason just ignored him.

At 7 PM, feeling a bit smug, Jason logged in. Sure enough, Fathead's messages were flooding in nonstop. Heh, Jason had added a little time-triggered surprise to their bot. At precisely 6 PM, it took control of the mouse and keyboard, switching to a screen with a tattered black flag fluttering on a skeleton backdrop. In dripping, bloody letters, it read: "The Dark Eagle was here. Wishing you health and happiness. Do NOT try to close this program. If you let it run, no harm will come to your system. But if you force it to stop, well, let's just say it won't end well for your motherboard and hard drive. I suggest you play my little game instead..."

When Fathead saw the message, his heart sank. He quickly shut off the computer, unhooked the hard drive, and ran a virus scan. Nothing. Then he tried to clone the drive, just to be safe.

After hours of frantic work, he logged into his Miracle account and nearly fainted. All his gear and gems were gone, replaced by a few billion in-game currency. Clearly, everything had been sold off to an NPC shop.

Jason just smirked at Fathead's angry messages. He figured scaring the guy senseless was payback enough. Besides, Fathead knew that terrifying woman—who was also a cop! Jason wasn't about to mess with that. If Fathead had any real sincerity, he wouldn't care about losing a few pixels.

"Heh, done ranting yet? Still want to move forward with your plan?" Jason messaged him.

"Ahh, boss... you're the best. I give up. So... does that mean you're in?"

"Yeah, the plan's decent," Jason replied casually. "But we've got a problem. Forty percent for my technical input? Come on, that's too low. I should get at least 50%, don't you think? Without my updates, you'd be wasting your money anyway. And just so we're clear, all payments have to go through an account I control."

After some back-and-forth negotiating, they finally struck a deal: Jason would get 40% of the profits for his technical input, and all player or vendor payments would go directly to one of Jason's accounts—under a different identity, of course. Jason also made it very clear that if he noticed anyone snooping on that account, he'd not only withdraw but also destroy all of Fathead's hard drives and launch a cyberattack on his internet cafe's servers.

Fathead had no choice but to accept. He even warned his cousin, the policewoman, not to make any rash moves. After all, he knew Jason was a student at Tsinghua, and it wouldn't be hard to track him down eventually. Plus, he'd heard about what happened with his cousin on that day, realizing she was just throwing a childish tantrum. No need to escalate things.

As for Fathead, he quickly assembled a team and started working on the Miracle bot, naming it "Miracle Dominator." Soon enough, a test version was up on Bot999, hosted on a server inside Fathead's Flying Internet Cafe. With a thousand machines and a gigabit fiber connection, speed wasn't an issue.

The bot was an instant success. Its features—auto reconnect, mini-map teleportation, smart item management, and even a one-click boss mode—were all incredibly popular. The server crashed from the overwhelming traffic, and the website recorded over 10,000 logins in just one day, with the number climbing rapidly. The previous top bots like Miracle King and CheapBot paled in comparison.

After the three-day free trial, payments flooded in for "Miracle Dominator," priced the same as its competitors. Even players from Taiwan reached out, eager to release a localized version. Fathead's new company was bombarded with requests from distributors, and the customer service department's ten phone lines couldn't stop ringing. Meanwhile, Fathead was over the moon, watching the money pour into his bank account. Of course, Jason had only given him access to check the balance—not to withdraw or transfer any funds.