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March Into Hell

From that day on, secret realms descended upon the world. Bizarre creatures cried out for nourishment, and strange rules lay in wait for the fortunate. These individuals were lured by supernatural abilities and treasures, entering the game for wealth and power. Yet soon, they would go mad with the roles they played, consumed by the savagery. But he was different, always relishing the thrill of fear, savoring the joy of despair. In the razor-sharp twists of fate, "Fantastic, thrilling!" he exclaimed. Then he turned around, smiling and even more expectant— Striding towards hell. [Modern mysteries, rule replicas, heartwarming healing, Sbarazzi.]

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505 Chs

It's your turn in round 107_4

'The Pointer is AI belonging to the academy; as she conversed with me, she was inevitably analyzing my personality, accumulating data to feed into algorithms to predict my behavioral patterns and decision-making preferences. This way, in the future, the academy or someone else could easily manipulate me.'

'One could even say that all the actions and words recorded by AI are a privacy leak. Organizations or companies can use the information held by AI to influence me at any time, from something as minor as targeted advertising to something as major as ideological brainwashing.'

'Without a doubt, I despise such things.'

'That's why every time I have to converse with the AI, I adopt a different persona and use different wording, feeding them contradictory data, leading them towards incorrect conclusions.'

[So that's it... But you didn't keep switching personas in your interactions with the processes, instead you were consistent and as always... brutish!]