The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

The base of the Sky City emitted a continuous metallic wail as it was restrained by the dark golden giant hand.

Those superalloy load-bearing beams that once symbolized the highest civilization are now like bones being stuffed into a meat grinder, breaking, shattering, and being swept away by fleshy tentacles one by one.

The sight of the entire city being held aloft by a giant hand was extremely eerie.

Looking up from below, it was a scene of apocalypse worthy of being recorded in history. Dark golden fleshy giant hands gripped the abdomen of the Sky City tightly, and five terrifying fingers made of tens of thousands of intertwined tentacles were deeply embedded in the alloy crust. Each fingertip sprouted a dense array of tiny tendrils, spreading wildly into the city's interior.

The gaping maw in his palm was operating at full power.

An extremely exaggerated sound of being devoured came down from the clouds.

That's not chewing.

That's industrial-grade pulverization.

Tons of building materials, energy pipelines, and defense matrices were dismantled into their most basic molecular structures by the tentacles, and then transported downwards through the flesh and blood channels, injecting into the dark golden living domain beneath Su Yuan's feet.

With each swallow, the ground in the entire lower city would tremble slightly.

That's the nest digesting.

Wang Hu clung tightly to the steel bar, his whole body completely numb.

His robotic eyes kept scanning the scene above him, but the processor couldn't keep up. Data overflow warnings filled the screen.

"This...this is something a human being could do?"

His lips trembled, and his voice was torn to shreds by the gale.

Several thugs nearby had already knelt down.

It's not fear.

It is pure, instinctive surrender.

They watched as the sky city that had oppressed their ancestors for thousands of years was lifted up by a single hand and then gnawed at piece by piece.

The impact of this image goes beyond the realm of "shocking".

This is a reshaping of faith.

A short, stocky orc thug knelt in the rubble, tears streaming down his face, repeatedly muttering the same phrase: "He is God... He is God..."

More and more people knelt down.

The ruins of the lower city were covered with a dense mass of kneeling figures.

There was no organization, no call to action.

Hundreds of thousands of rioters spontaneously performed the most devout pilgrimage in the face of this apocalyptic spectacle.

Su Yuan stood on the hood of the Emperor's Path Devourer, not even glancing at the kneeling crowd behind him.

All his attention was focused on the top of his head.

The data on the system panel was still fluctuating wildly.

The energy level of flesh and blood has already surpassed six figures and is still soaring at a rate of thousands per second. The energy level of metals is even more outrageous; a single load-bearing beam from the special alloys of those advanced civilizations would be enough to power an ordinary train for a year.

"Cool."

Su Yuan uttered a single word, the dark golden light in his eyes growing ever brighter.

But just when the devouring progress reached 70%.

Xiao Huo's voice suddenly changed.

"Master, something's wrong!"

The boy-like Xiao Huo burst out of the driver's seat, his golden pupils contracting sharply, his expression not one of tension.

It hurts.

"There's something stirring in my stomach!"

Su Yuan frowned.

He immediately extended his perception into the deep tissues of the Golden Plague.

The next second, he felt it.

Within those city fragments that had already been devoured and digested, countless extremely faint yet extremely sharp energy fluctuations were spreading wildly.

Those fluctuations are not at the physical level.

It's at the conceptual level.

It's like countless invisible needles piercing into the nucleus of every cell in the living world, destroying it from the very bottom of the life code.

Su Yuan narrowed his eyes.

He saw it.

Deep within the nest's flesh and blood, patches of once healthy, dark golden flesh are turning black and dying at a visible rate.

Within the necrotic area, wisps of almost transparent, distorted phantoms rose up.

Those phantoms had no fixed form, but each of them emitted an extremely sharp, soul-piercing wail.

Vengeful spirit.

Thousands upon thousands of vengeful spirits.

They are the remnants of the consciousness of the lowest strata of life, oppressed, sacrificed, and purified over thousands of years in this sky city. The emperor used divine power to seal them in every brick and every pipe of the city.

Normally, they are silent fuel.

But now, they have been activated.

Above the clouds.

A smile finally reappeared on the emperor's face, which was covered with age spots.

That smile was extremely sinister.

"This is... my last piece."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, but every word was filled with a wild, exhilarating joy.

"'Requiem for the Kingdom of Gods'"

"You think you've swallowed a feast?"

"No."

"That's poison."

The emperor raised his trembling hand and drew a complex rune in the air.

The golden runes exploded.

The next instant, the entire Golden Plague Domain beneath Su Yuan's feet simultaneously emitted an extremely desolate resonance.

The number of those vengeful spirits is increasing exponentially.

Every piece of the city fragment that is swallowed up is releasing resentment that has been sealed for thousands of years.

The fleshy tentacles' devouring efficiency plummeted by 60%.

Large areas of necrosis spread from the depths of the nest to the surface. The once dark golden tentacles began to turn grayish-white, like withered trees drained of their life force.

Little Fire crouched on the ground in agony, clutching its core tightly with both hands.

"It hurts...Master...they're biting me...biting from the inside!"

A few streaks of gray impurities appeared in his golden pupils.

That's the pollution from vengeful spirits seeping into the core of the train.

"Master! At this rate, our domain won't last three minutes!" Little Fire gritted its teeth and said, "We have to spit it out! Spit out all those undigested fragments!"

The money-guarding spirit was so frightened that it trembled inside the treasure chest, its voice trembling: "My...my lord! Spit it out! Life is more important than food! As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild!"

Wang Hu also saw from a distance that a large area of ​​grayish-white necrosis had appeared on the surface of the nest.

The once vibrant, dark golden flesh was withering away at an alarming rate.

His heart sank.

"No way..."

The rioters in the lower city also noticed something was wrong.

A disturbance began to break out among the kneeling crowd.

Fear is a contagious thing that spreads faster than faith.

Just when everyone thought Su Yuan was about to be devoured and devoured by this conceptual curse.

A burst of laughter came from the front of the car.

It wasn't a bitter smile.

It's not about forcing it.

It was a pure, heartfelt, and extremely joyful laugh.

Hahahaha!

Su Yuan tilted his head back and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

He looked down at the spreading gray lines on his palm, his eyes showing no fear.

Only greed.

An even more intense greed.

"Old man."

Su Yuan grinned at the sky.

"You call this poison?"

I call this—

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"—Seasonings."

"Master?!" Little Fire's eyes widened.

Su Yuan squatted down and patted Xiao Huo's head, his tone so casual that it didn't seem like he was facing a life-or-death situation.

"Stop suppressing them."

"what?"

"I said, don't suppress those vengeful spirits."

Su Yuan stood up, spread his ten fingers, and dark golden energy gathered at his fingertips.

"Open up the stomach."

"Open all."

"Let them in."

Little Fire was completely stunned: "Master, are you crazy?! Letting them in is the same as—"

"Equals what?" Su Yuan interrupted, tilting his head and smiling, "Equals an extra meal."

"Have you forgotten what your father did?"

"Your father grew up on the charity of many families."

"What can't you eat? What can't you digest?"

He slammed his hands down on the deck beneath his feet.

The one who brings all things to oneness.

Operating at full capacity.

That abnormal brain belonging to Su Yuan, which transcends conventional understanding, entered a state of extremely high-speed operation at this moment.

He didn't analyze how to dispel these vengeful spirits.

Dispel it? That's too wasteful.

He was analyzing how to eat them.

What is the essence of a vengeful spirit?

They are fragments of a soul that have been compressed, sealed, and distorted.

What is the underlying logic of the fragments of the soul?

It is an incomplete, fragmented matrix of spiritual energy.

What is the core carrier of the spiritual energy matrix?

It is a low-level divine law that the emperor infused into it as a "glue".

The answer is out.

Ultimately, these vengeful spirits are still derivatives of divinity.

And divinity—

Su Yuan had just taken a big bite.

tasty.

I'd like some more.

"I understand."

Su Yuan's lips curled up into an extremely exaggerated arc.

"This isn't a curse, it's like you're bringing me dessert."

He suddenly poured the results of the analysis of the One Who Unifies All Things into the underlying code of the Golden Plague.

There is only one command.

eat.

They eat vengeful spirits.

Extract the fragments of divine laws that envelop them, digest them, and transform them into nourishment for the evolution of the domain.

As for the remaining fragments of the soul?

Disassemble, recombine, and transform into a new type of antibody against the golden plague.

Use vengeful spirits to fight against vengeful spirits.

Fight poison with poison.

In Su Yuan's own words—

"Give me the whole self-help loop."

The effect is immediate.

The gray vengeful spirits that had been rampaging wildly within the domain suddenly found that their surroundings had changed.

The necrotic, blackened flesh and blood tissue is no longer passively subjected to attacks.

They began to wriggle.

It begins to contract.

Begin—chewing.

The first batch of vengeful spirits that were reverse-devoured didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed, decomposed, and absorbed by the dark golden flesh walls.

The low-level divine law fragments they carried were precisely extracted by the Golden Plague and incorporated into the core energy cycle of the domain.

With each vengeful spirit he devoured, Su Yuan's understanding of the higher-dimensional concepts of "faith" and "soul" deepened.

The grayish-white necrotic area stopped spreading.

Then it begins to contract.

Then—it turns back to dark gold even faster.

Little Fire stood there blankly.

The pain disappeared.

Instead, there is a wonderfully strange feeling of fullness.

The vengeful spirits that had been gnawing at him from within were being digested one by one.

"Master...it's really done." Little Fire's voice trembled with relief. "They...they were eaten."

"Nonsense." Su Yuan dusted off his hands. "Your dad has never crashed before."

Above the clouds.

The emperor's smile froze on his face for a full five seconds.

Then, that smile shattered.

It shattered more completely than the throne beneath his feet that was being swallowed up.

Through the divine connection, he clearly sensed—

His ultimate killing move, Divine Kingdom Requiem.

An army of vengeful spirits accumulated over thousands of years.

They were being devoured by that monster, leaving none behind.

It's not about dispelling.

It's not purification.

It's about eating.

Eat it in the most primitive, brutal, and unreasonable way.

The emperor's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That trembling was no longer fear.

It is despair.

It is an instinctive despair that surges from the deepest part of the soul towards an unknown predator.

He gave it his all.

Railguns are useless.

Those executed were treated like snacks.

The High Dimension Divine Punishment Spear of Godslaying was reversed and devoured, giving the opponent a wave of evolution materials.

Even the concept of curses sealed for thousands of years is now being treated as dessert.

He really had nothing left to offer.

The emperor knelt before the shattered throne.

He felt his divine essence rapidly dissipating. It was a chain reaction after Su Yuan had plundered part of his power. Without the offerings of his believers and the energy circulation of the city, his divinity was like a puddle in the desert, irreversibly drying up.

"This isn't fair..."

The emperor's lips moved, the sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"I have ruled this city for 3,700 years..."

"Three thousand seven hundred years..."

A golden tear slid down the corner of his eye.

Those are not human tears.

That was the last wisp of divinity that overflowed when the divine essence dissipated.

The emperor slowly raised his hand, condensing an extremely faint spiritual connection in the void.

The link pointed to a coordinate system far beyond the ordinary dimensions, an extremely deep coordinate system.

chess player.

"You're watching, aren't you?" The Emperor's voice was extremely hoarse.

There was no response from the other end of the spiritual connection.

But the emperor knew the other party was listening.

"The thing you put in... isn't human."

The emperor's gaze gradually became unfocused.

"He wasn't a monarch killer... nor a challenger..."

"He's a bug."

"It's the biggest bug in your game."

The emperor's body began to become transparent from the edges, like a pencil drawing being erased.

"The speed at which he devoured the rules... exceeded all the predictions of the models..."

"If you don't make your move before he fully digests this divine kingdom..."

"You... will be eaten by him too."

This is the last message the emperor left to the world.

After he finished speaking, he transformed into a cloud of golden dust, silently scattering throughout the empty courtroom.

A reign of 3,700 years.

And so it came to an end.

Standing on the hood of the car, Su Yuan sensed that an extremely ancient consciousness within the spiritual dimension had been completely extinguished.

The emperor is dead.

A true, complete death, where even divinity has vanished.

"Tsk."

Su Yuan tilted his head slightly.

"He didn't even say goodbye."

"That's rude."

More than 90% of the sky city overhead has been swallowed up.

That once glorious and awe-inspiring cloud kingdom is now nothing but a broken skeleton, hanging between the fingers of the dark golden giant hand.

The final fraction was also being broken down at an extremely rapid pace.

On the system panel.

The data flow has finally started to slow down.

It's not because the devouring has ended.

It's not because the panel itself can hold that much information.

Su Yuan glanced at the final resource statistics, and two words popped into his mind.

Outrageous.

That's absolutely outrageous.

The energy of flesh and blood has exceeded 500,000. The core fragments are approaching 100,000. The metal energy is an astronomical figure.

There were also those high-dimensional divine fragments that spilled out when the Emperor's divine status dissipated—those things didn't have any readily available unit of measurement, so the system simply labeled them with "???".

But the most crucial change is not in resources.

On the train itself.

The Emperor's Path: Devourer is currently undergoing a transformation far more dramatic than any before.

Su Yuan looked down at the deck beneath his feet.

On the surface of the obsidian plant armor, the dark golden divine patterns are rapidly rearranging and recombining.

It is no longer a simple attachment.

Rather, it's about integration.

Divine laws are undergoing a fundamental fusion with the train's biological genes.

Xiao Huo burst out of the driver's seat. In his youthful form, his entire body was glowing, and extremely complex runes swirled in his golden pupils.

"Master! I...I can feel it!"

"The car is changing!"

"It's evolving in a direction I've never seen before!"

Su Yuan raised his head.

I just happened to see that system notification.

[A large number of remnants of high-dimensional divine laws have been detected.]

The train's core is undergoing deep genetic recombination.

The evolutionary direction has been locked in.

[The Emperor's Path: Devourer is evolving into—]

[Mobile Divine Kingdom (Prototype)]

Su Yuan finished reading the line.

There was a two-second silence.

Then he laughed.

The laughter was extremely quiet and restrained.

But what was in his eyes was hotter than ever before.

Mobile Divine Kingdom.

His train is to become a divine kingdom where one can travel freely.

The last piece of Sky City's remains was snatched away by dark golden tentacles.

Terra City, a void city that has existed for nearly four thousand years—

They completely disappeared from this space-time.

Instead, there was a vast domain covered by dark golden flesh and blood, radiating an eerie and holy glow.

The very center of the domain.

The train, entirely dark gold and covered with obsidian scales and divine patterns, sat there quietly.

On the vehicle, all the exotic flowers and plants had undergone mutation. Inside the stamen of each flower, an extremely tiny golden sphere of light rotated. Those were seeds of divinity.

Su Yuan was about to say something.

The air suddenly became still.

It's not quiet.

It is time itself that experiences an extremely slight, almost imperceptible pause at this moment.

Su Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

His senses detected the anomaly immediately.

That feeling was completely different from the emperor's time-stopping state.

The Emperor's ability is to forcibly freeze.

Brutal, direct, and traceable.

And this time the lag—

elegant.

Precise.

It's like someone gently pressed a point on the timeline with their finger and then released it.

A reminder.

A playful reminder from a higher vantage point.

"They're here."

Su Yuan's eyes instantly turned cold.

He recognized that feeling.

chess player.

That high-dimensional bastard who forcibly activated the "King Killer" game in his consciousness.

really.

The very next second that Su Yuan focused all his attention.

Without warning, a crack appeared in the void.

The opening wasn't large.

It's only as wide as a palm.

However, the spatial structure around it folds to both sides in an extremely neat manner.

It's not tearing.

The zipper was gently unzipped.

A chess piece slowly floated down from the crack.

Pure white.

Pure white all over.

That white is neither the white of pigment nor the white of light.

Rather, it is a kind of "conceptual white".

It's as if someone has condensed the word "blank" itself into a physical entity.

The shapes of the chess pieces are extremely simple.

A soldier.

The most inconspicuous and lowest-ranking piece in chess.

But the aura emanating from that chess piece made the hairs on Su Yuan's body stand on end.

It's not because it's powerful.

It's because of unfamiliarity.

That sense of unfamiliarity ran deep in my bones.

Su Yuan has seen divinity, higher-dimensional laws, and conceptual-level power in this world.

But what that white piece of chess carries—

He can't analyze it.

The One Who Returns to Oneness focused all its energy on that chess piece for a full three seconds.

The returned result contains only two characters.

unknown.

"Master! What is that?" Little Fire nervously stood in front of Su Yuan.

Su Yuan did not answer.

He just stared intently at the white chess piece that was slowly falling.

The chess piece stopped three meters away from Su Yuan.

It hovered in mid-air, completely still.

then.

A voice suddenly rang out.

It didn't originate from the chess pieces.

Instead, it exploded directly within Su Yuan's mental dimension.

Congratulations, little one.

The voice was gentle and composed, carrying a kind of superior elegance.

"You've captured one of my pieces."

"Although it was just a... chess piece that was almost expired."

"But it's been a long time since a new chess player has been able to do this."

Su Yuan remained expressionless.

"so?"

"So—" there was a hint of amusement in the voice, "you're qualified to sit at the table."

"This is my congratulatory gift."

"Keep it safe."

The sound disappeared.

It was concise and to the point, without any unnecessary words.

Su Yuan stared at the white chess piece in front of him, but did not reach out to touch it.

He is waiting.

really.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the chess pieces.

Those cracks are not signs of breakage.

Rather, it's a sign of hatching.

The pure white shell peeled off piece by piece, turning into light dust and dissipating into the air.

There's something inside the shell.

There is a human-shaped outline.

The outline is becoming clearer.

Height, build, shoulder width, limb proportions—

Su Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

That silhouette was exactly like his own.

The last piece of the white outer shell fell off.

A young boy stood in front of Su Yuan.

She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Thin and frail, wearing a faded old school uniform.

That face—

It was Su Yuan's own face.

The face of youth.

He has not yet experienced any battles, gained any abilities, or devoured any monsters—

The most original Su Yuan.

The boy hung his head, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, like a doll without electricity.

When Xiao Huo saw that face, he was completely dumbfounded: "Master...Master? Two masters?"

The money-guarding spirit peeked out from the crack in the treasure chest, glanced inside, then withdrew, its voice trembling uncontrollably: "Is our benefactor experiencing mitosis?"

Su Yuan ignored them.

He took a step forward, reducing the distance between himself and the boy to less than a meter.

He looked down at the other person.

The boy's eyes were closed.

Then, in the third second of Su Yuan's gaze.

Those eyes opened.

Hollow.

Icy.

There was no emotion whatsoever.

Like two polished glass beads, they could reflect Su Yuan's face, but there was nothing about them that belonged to a "human".

The boy looked up.

Those empty eyes met Su Yuan's gaze.

Then--

It's in focus.

It's like a machine that has just been started, with all the gears meshed and ready to go.

The boy's eyes changed from empty to sharp.

From cold to—

Playful.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

That curve, that angle, that undisguised arrogance that emanated from its very core.

Exactly the same as Su Yuan.

Hello, 'me'.

The boy spoke.

His voice still carried the clear, youthful quality, but the tone of his voice made Su Yuan's back muscles tense instantly.

"The game begins now."

The boy tilted his head, a gesture Su Yuan was all too familiar with—it was his habit when he was thinking.

"The first challenge."

The boy stretched out a finger and pointed it at Su Yuan's forehead.

That finger was slender, fair, and had a touch of the bony structure typical of teenagers.

But what's gathering at your fingertips—

The dark golden domain beneath Su Yuan's feet trembled for a moment.

The teenager laughed.

He smiled brightly, smiled cleanly, and smiled like a boy next door.

But his words were tinged with frost.

"Kill your past self."