Zhou Chen was taken aback by Tang Ling's network intrusion. 'Why would this Godslaying Weapon of incredible strategic importance suddenly seek me out?'
"I've come to give you some intel related to something that's been giving you a headache," Tang Ling replied bluntly. Her tone was a bit cold, but it lacked the robotic quality of an AI's voice.
Zhou Chen was stunned. His expression gradually grew solemn, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
'There's no other possibility. What Tang Ling is referring to has to be the Merchant. But how does she know? Is it just because I searched for related information on my computer? Or... has she been secretly monitoring me all along?'
'If it's the latter, I might as well declare myself socially dead... But does the concept of social death even exist when you're dealing with a super AI?'
"The Prophet sent me," Tang Ling added.
'The Prophet?' Zhou Chen was stunned.
