Leo didn’t look up. “I have the Duck.”
// Some doors are meant to be unblocked.
“Uh-huh.” She tapped her tablet. On the overhead projector, the school’s live traffic map appeared. Every unauthorized connection bloomed like a red flower. All except one. A single green node pulsed steadily: QuackPrep .
From the back of the lab, a kid named Dev whispered, “She’s walking.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Gable whispered.
So Leo showed her. They traced the QuackPrep’s magic: it wasn’t a normal site. It was a decentralized mesh—every player’s computer became a relay. The more people who played, the stronger the network grew. Unblockable, because blocking it would require shutting down every machine that had ever visited it.
Leo blinked. “You want to… unblock it more ?”