Forgotten Photo Studio

Chapter 111, Level C

boom! ! !
The next wave of impact from the Abyss will no longer be pure energy, but a ruthless alteration of the rules.

Xu Yan abruptly raised his broken prosthetic limb, but the alloy armor that was strong enough to withstand artillery fire began to soften and drip like heated wax.

In the electronic eyes, A Zhe's figure in the distance was not obscured by dust, but rather the space itself was crumpled up like a ball of paper, with light and shadow breaking and distorting within it.

Live!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when an invisible force seized him.

"definition?"

A thought, echoing with countless reverberations and seemingly originating from the depths of the ancient starry sea, did not "sound" but rather "grow" directly in his consciousness like a virus.

Boom——! ! !
A terrifying spiritual pressure erupted, but what was even more frightening was its manifestation: it transformed into a dark shockwave that "covered" reality wherever it passed.

A Silver-ranked player raised his psionic shield in an attempt to block the shockwave. When the shockwave passed by him, it did not explode. Instead, half of his body, along with the shield, turned into monotonous, constantly flashing gray pixels, and then disappeared like a broken screen.

The spiritual network he constructed was not "blown away," but rather disappeared cleanly and decisively, like pencil lines erased by an invisible eraser.

Chaos! Chaos based on the laws of physics descended in an instant!
Xu Yan was violently thrown away by this incomprehensible force, his back slamming into a pile of pipe debris that was constantly replicating itself and growing sharp metal spikes.

Through the pervasive, seemingly alive black dust, he saw his own body, suspended in mid-air, slowly raising a hand.

That hand was so pale it had no color in it, and there were no blue veins under the skin. It had only an inhuman, porcelain-like texture.

It wasn't aimed at anyone; it just snapped its fingers lightly.

Snapped.

The voice is very soft.

But with that snap of his fingers, the remains in the iron coffin area began to "rewind" wildly, centered on his body.

The flying metal chunks whistled back to their original positions;
The collapsed walls rose again as if a video had been played in reverse;
Even the blood splattered from the recently deceased team members turned into droplets and flowed back into their wounds.

Then, along with their vanished bodies, they were compressed and folded, stuffed into the walls and ground like garbage, becoming part of the structure.

plan?

use?

It seems so ridiculous in the face of such a power that directly edits reality.

The abyss is not destroying; it is rearranging this space according to its own will.

Xu Yan's plan to infiltrate the team has completely failed.

He is now just like all the other survivors, merely a piece of clutter in this terrifying house that is being renovated by its mad owner, "Abyss," and is in dire need of being cleaned up or rearranged.

Then, the real collapse began.

But there was no explosion, no fire.

Only a very low hum, seemingly emanating from the very foundation of the world, resonated within the skull of every conscious being.

Xu Yan suddenly looked up from inside the drill arm's shell.

All sensor readings instantly became garbled and malfunctioned, and the screen was covered with incomprehensible twisted runes.

The world he "sees" is losing its conventional definition:
The ceiling above my head was flowing down like paint from a water-soaked mural;
The ground beneath our feet seemed to writhe and bulge as if it were alive.

The walls are no longer solid "surfaces," but have become bizarre, translucent membranes that reveal countless overlapping and distorted spaces behind them.

Everything collapsed at the center where Xiang Yuan was located.

But it's not a fall; rather, space itself is bending inward.

A several-dozen-meter-long alloy corridor was easily rolled up like a carpet before his eyes, and the two ends were glued together with a snap, forming a metal ring with no exit.

—A ring-shaped space is formed.

A physically closed, dead end.

Lin Lan clung tightly to the railing.

She saw in the projection of the ring-shaped space, the black and white sea of ​​light was "speaking" in human language.

Her throat was dry. At that moment, for the first time, she wondered:
Does the "center" really have the ability to control such an existence?

Mo Lin did not answer, but simply turned his head and uttered two words very softly:

"...He has awakened."

"The space... has been rewritten."

Xu Yan's vocal cord module emitted a hoarse and distorted electronic sound.

He heard his own words, but felt that the sound had a metallic, grating echo, as if it came from a deep well.

The neural interfaces on the drill arm's body flashed red warning lights wildly.

The system reports coldly flooded the screen:
[Psionic Imbalance: Spatial Dimensions Invaded by Higher Beings]

[Warning: Consciousness carrier structural integrity 12%]

[Recommendation: Disconnect from consciousness immediately]

"Disconnect...and return to the original body?"

This idea was like a last straw.

If they can return before Yuan completely digests the Judge's power, and activate the Soul-Suppressing Iron Mark and Jade Cicada in their bloodline, they might be able to perform one last soul backlash.

He closed his electronic eyes, focusing all his consciousness on the "co-existence line" that connected him to his original body.

In my perception, it was as thin as a spider's thread, as if it might break at any moment.

He reached out his mental hand, attempting to return along this single "umbilical cord".

However, the moment it touched it—it was icy cold.

A depriving, absolute emptiness, which even seeks to devour the concept of "cold," surges in the opposite direction along the line.

"……deep."

he whispered.

thump.

His response was a regular, heavy heartbeat emanating from the deepest part of the circular space.

It's not sound, it's the pulse of space.

thump.

Second sound.

The walls of the entire annular space expand and contract like lungs.

The surrounding metal groaned as it was being squeezed by immense force.

Boom!
The third heartbeat, like a heavy hammer, struck every soul.

The darkness at its core boiled over; it was no longer smoke, but rather billions of extremely fine, wriggling black tentacles, greedily weaving some kind of blasphemous picture.

The remaining golden lightning arcs of the judge were precisely captured and pulled by these tentacles, stretched and twisted like toyed sugar threads, and finally swallowed with a mournful cry, merging into the bottomless darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the pure black surface of its body suddenly split open, like an overripe fruit.

From countless cracks emerged a cold, absolute, and emotionless white light.

The light shone on a nearby distorted wall, instantly erasing the charred bullet holes and psionic burn marks, leaving it smooth as a mirror and reflecting a bizarre, ever-changing landscape that was clearly not of this place.

It was an upside-down forest made up of countless pale arms.

Yuan has entered the C-level.

It began to directly smear and cover up the "meaning" of reality.

Just as the white light reached its peak and illuminated the suspended entity, A-Zhe saw clearly that the face was that of his close friend Xu Yan.

(End of this chapter)