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

"Thump—"

That heartbeat was so strong.

The impact was so great that the deck beneath Su Yuan's feet resonated, so great that the 30,000 power-destroyed killing weapons were scattered and tumbled, so great that even the void itself was contracting and expanding in sync with this frequency.

It's like a star breathing.

Under Su Yuan's watchful gaze, the steel building complex stretching for thousands of kilometers began a transformation that shattered everyone's sanity.

Those neon-lit commercial districts, with their metal facades curling, squeezing, and folding inwards, their surfaces oozing a viscous blue liquid, the writhing patterns making them no longer look like walls.

It's the stomach wall.

Thick titanium alloy pipes surged up from the ground, carrying the pungent smell of machine oil and high-temperature steam. The inner walls of the pipes were covered with dense metal barbs, wriggling and twisting like intestines digesting prey.

Countless enormous industrial gears sprang out from the space station's skeleton, each as big as the front of the Emperor's Path Devourer, their edges sparking with blinding light, and they rolled wildly toward the train from six directions.

The entire sector began to collapse inward.

The ceiling is collapsing.

The floor is rising.

The walls on the left and right are closing in.

It's like a giant hand slowly and firmly clenching its fist, and the Emperor's Path Devourer is the walnut being held in its palm.

Osho's voice was no longer that lukewarm milk with three spoonfuls of sugar.

The metallic synthesized sounds distorted, tore, and overlapped, seeping out simultaneously from every writhing steel plate of the space station, shaking people's internal organs to the point of displacement.

"You're very smart, Su Yuan."

The sound came from above.

"You hijacked the life support system with spores, harvested 3.6 million signatures with herd mentality, and took the energy network with my own laws."

The sound came from the soles of my feet.

"But you forgot one thing."

The sounds came from all directions at once, metallic, hoarse, and carrying the last frenzy of a drowning person.

"You can't kill me."

Su Yuan stood at the car door, his clothes fluttering in the hot wind blowing in from all directions. He didn't speak.

Osho's laughter echoed in the collapsing space, so sharp it almost cut the ears.

"The rules of the higher dimensions are clearly written! Killing any living being is forbidden! Seizing any assets by force is forbidden! I am alive, Su Yuan! I am this space station! Destroying my core is killing, dismantling my body is seizing by force!"

The gear moved another ten meters closer.

Sparks landed on the train's obsidian armor.

"You now have two choices." Osho's voice suddenly became very soft, so soft that it carried an almost gentle malice. "First, you fight back. The moment your fist lands on me, the higher-dimensional rules will determine that you have violated them, and you will be erased. Cleanly, without even a speck of dust."

The metal stomach wall contracted again.

The usable space around the Emperor's Path Devourer is less than 500 meters.

"Second, if you don't fight back, you'll just stay obediently in your beat-up little car and wait for me to squeeze you and the car into the void turbulence. No direction, no time, no coordinates. You and your train will drift in endless chaos until cosmic heat death."

Osho smiled.

The laughter came from behind hundreds of millions of blue eyes, every single eyeball laughing, their laughter twisting and contorting.

"How about it? Pick one."

in the carriage.

Xiao Huo slumped to the floor, his golden pupils filled with the oppressive steel sky overhead. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The money-guarding spirit stuffed itself back into the treasure chest, slamming the lid shut with a bang, and a faint whimpering sound could be heard coming from inside.

Wang Hu's robotic arm was frantically popping up overload warnings. He knelt on one knee on the floor, his teeth grinding, but he couldn't stand up.

It's not an injury.

It is that kind of instinctive submission to an absolute power gap that seeps from the depths of the soul.

This thing is too big.

So much so that the very concept of "resistance" has become laughable.

How do you fight against a living space station thousands of kilometers long?

How do you defeat an opponent? Their body is the entire battlefield.

The "sole territory" can indeed protect the interior of the carriage from any external laws. But it cannot protect the space outside the carriage. Osho doesn't need to break through the train's defenses; he only needs to dig up the space beneath the train and throw it into the void's trash can.

Last time, Su Yuan used the "nothingness" in his right eye to erase the spatial division.

But this time is different.

This time it's not a cutting.

The entire space station is folding itself.

You can't just "erasure" a living, autonomous space station, can you?

That is slaughter.

Violation of regulations.

The person who is erased is yourself.

Dead end.

A calculated scheme.

There is no solution.

The gears are getting closer again.

The nearest group had reached within 300 meters of the train's outer shell. The rotating gears produced a sharp metallic scraping sound that penetrated the obsidian armor's soundproofing layer and clearly entered everyone's minds.

Two hundred meters.

150 meters.

Little Fire's voice squeezed out from her throat, trembling with tears: "Master... what should we do?"

Su Yuan didn't look at him.

Su Yuan looked at the massive, overwhelming metal continent pressing down on him.

Above him, countless blue eyes were staring at him.

Every single eye held the same expression.

You lost.

Su Yuan stared at those eyes for about three seconds.

Then he did something that no one expected.

He patted the dust off his clothes.

It was filmed very carefully.

He patted the shoulders twice, the front of the shirt twice, and flicked the cuffs.

It was as if the outside world wasn't a collapsing steel hell, but an ordinary afternoon with a bit of dust and sand.

After dusting himself off, Su Yuan put his hand into his pocket.

He took out a piece of paper.

A piece of paper, neatly folded, with slightly wrinkled edges and a blue fingerprint pressed on the lower right corner.

Asset Transfer Agreement.

The work of a fortune-keeper.

Su Yuan unfolded the agreement, waved it in his hand, and read it twice.

Then he raised his right hand.

The brand on his palm, which had just transformed from a "soldier" to a "chariot," burst forth with a blinding white light. The beam of light pierced through the roof of the chariot, tearing a straight path through the collapsing space.

It was not an attack.

It's a signal.

Osho's millions of eyes narrowed simultaneously.

"What are you doing?"

Su Yuan ignored it.

He turned his head and looked at the treasure-guarding spirit that was still whimpering inside the treasure chest.

"A guardian spirit of wealth."

The sobbing stopped.

"Come out and work."

The treasure chest lid was lifted a crack, and the chubby little face of the treasure-guarding spirit peeked out from the crack, with snot bubbles still hanging from its nose.

"Master...Master, there's a giant monster outside..."

"Connect me to the highest-level broadcasting system on the black market."

The money-guarding spirit was stunned.

"Now."

Su Yuan's tone wasn't harsh, but the treasure-guarding spirit's body had already automatically jumped out of the treasure chest. Its short legs trotted to the center console, and its chubby fingers rapidly tapped away at the holographic panel.

The dark golden spores that had previously infiltrated the life support system are still parasitizing the communication nodes throughout the city. Broadcast permissions? They've long been in Su Yuan's hands.

"Connected!" the treasure-guarding spirit shouted, then immediately retreated behind the treasure chest.

Su Yuan picked up the microphone used for broadcasting.

The microphone was an old-fashioned metal microphone with electrical noise.

Su Yuan blew into the microphone and heard a "poof" echo coming back from the space station wreckage thousands of kilometers away.

Okay, the whole city can hear it.

Su Yuan cleared his throat.

His tone of voice was that of an official, bureaucratic one you hear in any property management office, the kind that makes you want to flip the table.

"Greetings to all the permanent residents of the Void Black Market, passing travelers, and Mr. Space Station who is trying to crush me into a meat patty."

The sound of gears grinding outside paused for a moment.

It hasn't stopped.

Osho's attention was diverted for a fraction of a second.

"I am Su Yuan."

"You've all probably heard of me by now. I'm the one who just bought all of you for a single Voidcoin."

"First of all, on behalf of myself, I would like to apologize for any breathing discomfort caused to everyone."

Little Fire got up from the ground, his face full of question marks.

Wang Hu's mechanical eyes were flashing wildly, unable to process the current information.

Su Yuan continued.

"Secondly, I have some good news and some bad news to announce."

He waved the agreement in his hand.

"The good news is that, according to this 'Asset Transfer Agreement' personally signed and fingerprinted by Mr. Osho, the legal owner of the supply station—"

Su Yuan brought the agreement close to the microphone, and the rustling sound of the paper being rubbed together was broadcast throughout the city.

"—Including but not limited to the main controller Osho, all assets, facilities, and management rights of this void black market supply station were legally, compliantly, and irrevocably transferred to my name, Su Yuan, three minutes and twelve seconds ago."

"It is now my private property."

"mine."

Su Yuan emphasized those two words.

Then he paused, letting the message circulate in everyone's minds.

Millions of residents huddled in their hiding places—some in spaceships, some in containers in slums, some in drains—the inescapable confirmation message still flashing on their retinas.

They heard what Su Yuan said.

Then they heard bad news.

"The bad news is..."

Su Yuan's tone changed.

It's no longer just bureaucratic jargon in property management.

It was that kind of smiling, chilling tone that came from the demolition office director walking into a holdout's home.

"I think my house is too old."

"The internal structure is severely aged, and the main control brain is in an unstable mental state, posing a significant safety hazard."

"So I decided—"

He glanced at the gears still grinding against him outside and the contracting stomach walls.

"—The legal and protective demolition of my private property, and the subsequent compliant restructuring of resources."

To put it simply...

Su Yuan flashed a bright white smile at the microphone.

"Demolition and relocation".

The whole city fell silent.

There was silence for about two seconds.

Then Osho's voice exploded.

"fart!!!"

The volume of the metallic synthesized sound was pushed to its limit, causing the train windows to vibrate and hum.

"You're making excuses! The forced transfer agreement is legally invalid! I was coerced! This contract is invalid! You have no right to dismantle anything—"

"Oh?"

Su Yuan interrupted it.

He glanced down at the agreement, then flipped it over and read aloud a line of small print at the bottom.

"This agreement is signed voluntarily by both parties, is effective immediately, irrevocable, and not subject to any legal recourse. The signatories confirm that they were of sound mind, free will, and not under any form of coercion at the time of signing."

Su Yuan held the agreement up to the nearest blue-eyed person.

"Your own fingerprints, Mr. Osho."

"That was because you forced it—"

"There are third-party witnesses," Su Yuan interrupted again. "The spirit of the Emperor's Path Devouring Wasteland train present here can testify, my train adjutant can testify, and my financial advisor, the guardian spirit, can testify. Three witnesses, the entire signing process was recorded, and the data is stored in the train's core black box."

He paused.

"Moreover, this contract uses the standard commercial law template of the Void Black Market itself. The terms are compliant, the wording is compliant, and the seal is compliant."

Su Yuan put the agreement back in his pocket and looked up at the approaching steel sky above him.

"So this is not killing."

"This is not robbery."

"This is a legal property owner—"

He pointed to himself.

"—Exercise your legitimate right to dispose of old, dilapidated, and unsafe second-hand real estate under your name."

On Earth, this is called urban renewal.

"In the void, this is called revitalizing non-performing assets."

Su Yuan's eyes turned cold.

"Who said I was going to kill you?"

"I'm just tearing down my own house."

Osho's laughter stopped.

It's completely gone.

Instead, there was an uncontrollable tremor emanating from the depths of the steel body stretching for thousands of kilometers.

It began to accelerate.

The folding speed increased threefold in that instant.

The speed at which the gears rolled over increased from ten meters per second to thirty meters per second.

The contraction frequency of the metal stomach wall changed from once per second to three times per second.

It's gone mad.

It decided to crush Su Yuan into dust before he could turn this rogue logic into reality.

Regardless of the rules.

Regardless of whether it's a dead end or not.

At worst, we'll all perish together.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

The leading gear was only thirty meters away from the obsidian armor of the Emperor's Path Devourer. The shrill sound of its teeth cutting through the air sent chills down one's spine.

Little Fire gripped the edge of the control panel tightly, his golden pupils reflecting the steel raining down from the sky.

"Owner--!"

Su Yuan snapped his fingers.

The sound was crisp.

Amidst the roar of metal crushing, the snap of fingers sounded almost unreal.

But it was this one sound.

Within the central life support system network of the entire Void Black Market, the dark golden spores that had been lurking for nearly twenty minutes changed their behavior patterns at the same instant.

They no longer infect neural terminals.

No more sticky air.

No longer gentle.

Trillions of dark golden fungal spores began to multiply wildly, invading every metal wall, every titanium alloy pipe, and every energy core node of the space station at an exponential rate.

assimilation.

It's not about destruction.

It's a rewrite.

The molecular structure of the metal was penetrated, enveloped, and recoded by dark golden mycelium. The cold alloy began to warm up, and dense dark golden patterns appeared on its surface, like blood vessels growing.

Osho sensed it.

It screamed.

That wasn't an angry scream.

It was the instinctive scream of a creature being skinned alive.

"What are you doing—! Stop! Stop! I order you to stop! This is my body! This is—"

"Is this your body?"

Su Yuan's voice echoed coldly through the space station via broadcast.

"That's not what's written in the contract."

next second.

The bottom of the carriage of the Emperor's Path Devourer exploded.

It wasn't an explosion.

It is growth.

Tens of thousands of dark golden vines erupted from the bottom of the train, each as thick as an adult's waist, covered with a blackish-purple keratin layer, and with blood-red mouths at their tips, inside which were high-speed rotating grinding teeth.

The vines burrowed into the writhing mechanical veins beneath their feet.

It was not an attack.

It's a takeover.

Osho's energy, Osho's matter, and Osho's laws were frantically extracted along those dark golden vines, converging into a visible torrent of energy radiating a ghostly blue glow, which surged into the pitcher plant engine of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

The pitcher plant opened its mouth to an unprecedented angle, greedily swallowing the ever-flowing energy.

The numbers on the holographic panel began to jump.

Flesh and Blood Energy: +15000... +28000... +47000...

Metal Energy: +32000……+64000……+130000……

Core Fragments: +8000... +16000... +41000...

The numbers are climbing.

It's climbing like crazy.

The massive gears that were originally grinding against the train began to slow down.

The metal stomach wall is contracting, and the frequency of peristalsis is decreasing.

Because Osho's energy was being drained.

Its "blood" is being lost.

Its "muscles" are atrophying.

It is still struggling.

Still frantically trying to finish folding.

But the movements became slower and weaker, like a giant beast losing blood, each struggle weaker than the last.

"No—no—this is impossible—the rules—the rules of higher dimensions will punish you—!"

Osho's metallic synthesized sounds had become intermittent, like a radio that was about to break down.

It is waiting.

It is the punishment that comes with the rules of higher dimensions.

It was waiting for that pure white light of annihilation to reduce Su Yuan to nothingness.

No matter how Su Yuan tries to justify himself, what he is doing right now—forcibly extracting energy from a living being with vines—is essentially killing a living being.

Right?

Right?!

The punishment has come.

A pure white beam of light descended from the highest point of the void, piercing through the collapsing outer shell of the space station and landing precisely on the roof of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

That is the light of judgment from a high-dimensional chess player.

Unauthorized testing.

Xiao Huo's face turned pale.

Wang Hu closed his eyes.

The money-guarding spirit let out a desperate scream.

Su Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He took the agreement out of his pocket, held it up, and smeared it onto the white light.

The paper became translucent under the white light, revealing the blue fingerprints clearly. Every word of the terms was crystal clear in the white light.

The white light scanned the paper.

One second passed.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The white light flashed three times.

The brightness was reduced by one-third on the first try.

The second cut reduced it by another third.

The third time.

The white light went out.

Like a lamp that has been unplugged, it went out cleanly and decisively.

There was no lingering aftertaste. There was no residue.

The law of causality has completed its judgment.

in conclusion--

The property owner, Su Yuan, disposed of his legal assets in a compliant manner.

This does not constitute robbery.

It does not constitute illegitimate killing.

Judgment: No violation found.

The entire void fell silent.

Osho's screams reached their peak at that moment.

"Impossible—impossible—how could it be—I'm alive! I'm a living being! You're killing me! You're—"

"No."

Su Yuan put the agreement back in his pocket, his tone as calm as if he were reading a demolition notice.

"I'm renovating."

Osho's voice shattered.

It's not a metaphor.

Its speech synthesis module has been completely eroded by the dark golden mycelium, making it unable to produce complete syllables.

Intermittent electrical noises came from all directions, mixed with fragmented words.

"...No...no...I...I can...surrender...I'll give you everything...please...stop..."

Su Yuan sat back in the driver's seat.

He didn't stop.

The dark golden vines grew more numerous, thicker, and more greedy. They extended from the bottom of the train, penetrating deep into the skeleton of the space station, embedding themselves in every energy node, every main power supply line, and every core data crystal.

Then drain it.

Chew it thoroughly.

Swallow.

The enormous gears that had been grinding towards the train stopped turning one by one after losing their power supply. Sparks still flew from the steel teeth, but the gears themselves were no longer moving.

The contracting metal stomach wall also stopped.

It doesn't mean the contraction has stopped.

The stomach wall itself was being decomposed by the dark golden mycelium, turning into a thin layer of metallic powder, which was then sucked into the train body by the suction of the vines.

From the outside, the scene was utterly absurd.

Three million six hundred and twenty thousand residents huddled in their own corners, witnessing the most outrageous spectacle in the universe through the portholes of the spacecraft, the gaps in the cargo containers, and the grates of the drainage ditches.

The steel dome that blots out the sky is melting.

Those metal building complexes, which had existed for countless years and carried the fates of countless people, were like snow covered by spring sunshine, melting, collapsing, and turning into a dark golden torrent of energy.

The torrents, roaring, converged on a single point from all directions.

That dark green train, which was no more than 100 meters long.

It is eating.

Eat quietly, unhurriedly, one bite at a time.

As the Emperor's Path Devourer consumed its food, its obsidian armor began to change. More and more dark gold patterns appeared on its originally dark green surface, and visible, thick energy flowed within these patterns.

The train is inflating.

It is not a physical expansion.

It's about dimensions.

Its presence is becoming heavier, so heavy that the surrounding void is being stretched and deformed by its mass field.

The numbers on the holographic panel have already exceeded six figures.

Flesh and Blood Energy: 287000.

Metal energy: 541000.

Core fragments: 183000.

The numbers in the train class section were flashing wildly.

Level 5.

Level 5.

Level 5.

The progress bar is rising. 87%...91%...95%...

The space station, thousands of kilometers away, is shrinking.

From thousands of kilometers to hundreds of kilometers.

From hundreds of kilometers to tens of kilometers.

Osho's will was gradually stripped away by the vines. It stopped screaming. It no longer had the strength to scream. Its last few remaining blue eyes dimmed, extinguished, and turned into dark golden dust as they were sucked away.

The money-guarding spirit peeked out from behind the treasure chest, staring at the astronomical number on the panel, its mouth agape wide enough to fit itself inside.

It wants to say something.

But only one syllable came out of his throat.

"I'm lying down..."

It swallowed back the words that followed.

It felt that any language seemed pale and powerless in the face of this situation.

Xiao Huo stood behind Su Yuan, his golden pupils reflecting the collapsing steel ruins. His expression was complex, a mixture of shock, awe, and a touch of inexplicable heartache.

His master is overdrawing his own resources again.

Su Yuan's right eye was constantly glowing faintly.

Pure white.

That was the underlying support provided by the concept of "nothingness" during the digestion and absorption process—it was responsible for "denying" Osho's will to resist, so that the space station's defense mechanism would lose its ability to resist before it was assimilated.

The dark gold scepter in the left hand is responsible for "defining" the legitimacy of the devouring.

The "car" character brand on the right hand is responsible for providing the endorsement of causality.

A three-pronged approach.

A perfect closed loop.

The last piece.

The last core module of the space station—a data crystal the size of a basketball, emitting a faint blue light—was gently lifted by a dark golden vine and delivered to the train door.

Inside the crystal, Osho's last fragments of consciousness flickered faintly.

He was unable to speak.

All that remained were those perfect blue eyes, once calculated to the golden ratio, now helplessly staring at Su Yuan.

Su Yuan looked at it for two seconds.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

The vines tightened.

Crystal fragmentation.

The blue glow faded.

The holographic panel emitted a crisp notification sound.

Train level: Level 6 (Prototype of a Divine Kingdom).

Progress bar: 100%.

Countdown—

00:00:00.

It's back to zero.

Su Yuan looked down at his right palm.

The character "车" (car) was completely solidified in the last second, deeply engraved beneath the skin and flesh, etched into the bones, and into the underlying code of the soul.

A brand new power surged from the mark.

It's not brute force.

It is not a rule.

It is a kind of "privilege" at the level of causality.

Su Yuan closed his eyes, feeling the power flowing through his body. He saw two points.

Any two points.

Once he has marked the starting point and the ending point, there is no barrier in the universe—physical, legal, or dimensional—that can stop the Emperor's Path Devourer from crashing in a straight line between these two points.

Go absolutely straight.

The privileges of a car.

The essence of the chariot in chess is to move straight, charge forward, and be unstoppable.

Su Yuan opened his eyes.

Outside the car door, there was only deathly darkness.

The once colossal creature, stretching for thousands of kilometers, was reduced to nothing.

At the coordinates that were once the Void Black Market, only the Emperor's Path Devourer remains, floating there all alone.

Its entire body shimmered with a divine, dark golden luster.

The obsidian scales on the train body became thicker and denser, with faint ripples of dimensional folds floating at their edges. Intricate golden skeletal joints grew from the joints between the six carriages, making the entire train look less like a train and more like a lurking, armored ancient dragon beast.

Su Yuan let out a burp.

I'm a little embarrassed.

"Well."

He covered his mouth with his fist.

Xiao Huo quietly handed over a glass of water.

Su Yuan took a sip and was about to open the panel to tally the massive profits from the buffet.

Then he noticed something.

Quiet.

It's too quiet.

The chess player's voice didn't come.

As is customary with the first two levels, after clearing the level, that nauseating higher-dimensional being should jump out and whine for a while.

But this time there was nothing.

There was no mockery.

No warning was given.

There was none of that nauseating feeling of being spied on from the depths of one's soul.

It was unusually quiet.

Su Yuan frowned, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the asset transfer agreement that had already fulfilled its purpose.

The edges of the paper were crumpled beyond recognition.

He took one last look.

Then a wisp of dark golden flame appeared at his fingertips, burning the agreement to ashes. He released his grip, and the ashes scattered and fell into the void.

At the very moment the ashes dissipated.

Su Yuan caught a change in the void ahead out of the corner of his eye.

light.

It's not starlight.

It is not the glow of residual energy.

It was an extremely pure, dazzling white that did not belong to this area.

Su Yuan turned his head.

The cosmic backdrop ahead is being torn apart.

crack.

A crack.

But the size of the crack caused Su Yuan's pupils to contract for a moment.

Its diameter exceeds one thousand kilometers.

The edges of the crack radiated regular, geometrically shaped energy ripples, each ripple carrying high-dimensional information encoding. This was not a natural phenomenon, nor a random tearing apart of void turbulence.

This is warp.

Standard, military-grade, long-range warp jump for large ships.

Light gushed out of the crack.

It was white, cold, and carried a kind of oppressive light that made people instinctively want to kneel down.

Then comes the bow.

A pure white alloy bow, with no decorations on its surface, so smooth that it can reflect the stars, and over a hundred meters thick.

A flag is hanging directly above the bow of the ship.

The flag has a pure white background.

A golden cross star is embroidered in the center.

Interstellar Council.

The symbol of the highest adjudicating body in the Cosmic Civilization Alliance.

The ship's hull was crushed out of the crack.

Su Yuan looked up as the mothership's hull slowly emerged from the crack.

One kilometer.

Ten kilometers.

One hundred kilometers.

They're still coming out.

500 kilometers.

One thousand kilometers.

Three thousand kilometers.

The total length of that star destroyer mothership was longer than the entire void black market that Su Yuan had just devoured.

It hovered directly in front of Su Yuan, its white hull filling his entire field of vision.

Compared to it, the Emperor's Path Devourer was like a speck of dust falling at the foot of a city wall.

The mothership's main guns were not charged.

There were no aggressive energy fluctuations on the surface of the ship.

But then a voice came.

Not via broadcast.

Not through a communication channel.

It is a gravitational wave.

The sound traveled directly into Su Yuan's meninges through the vibrations of the gravitational waves, writing each word on his cerebral cortex.

Icy.

Magnificent.

It is devoid of any emotional coloring.

Like a judge reading a verdict.

"Illegal appropriation of Star Council-granted assets has been detected."

"Virus codename confirmed. Code: VSE-0."

"The Seventh Fleet of the High Dimensional Arbitration Tribunal has commenced forced containment."

"Target: Emperor's Path - Devourer of the Wasteland"

Containment method: Complete capture.

"Estimated resistance level: S+".

"Authorization Level: Unrestricted"

The sound disappeared.

On the bow of the mothership, a circular hatch with a diameter of over fifty kilometers is slowly opening.

Inside was a white, endless space with no visible internal structure.

Containment capsule.

A foldable container for high-risk targets in a hyperdimensional space.

Once you're inside, you can't get out.

Silence fell over the carriage once again.

Little Fire gazed at the massive, pure white mothership that blotted out the sky; its entirety could not be captured in its golden pupils.

Wang Hu's robotic arm drooped down. His mouth moved, but no sound came out.

The money-guarding spirit had already stuffed itself back into the treasure chest, not even daring to leave a crack in the lid.

Su Yuan stood at the car door.

He looked up at the huge white mouth that was slowly opening, big enough to swallow an asteroid.

The wind is blowing from that direction.

It's cold.

It carried the dry, lifeless cold characteristic of a sterile operating room.

Su Yuan raised his right hand and wiped his mouth with his thumb.

There was a bit of dark gold blood on my finger.

My mouth is cracked because I ate too fast.

He wiped the blood on his clothes.

Then the corners of his mouth turned up.

What shone in his eyes was not fear.

It's something that sends chills down your spine even more than fear.

hunger.

"Wow."

Su Yuan twisted his neck, and his joints made a crisp sound.

"I just finished my appetizer."

He stared at the pure white Star Destroyer mothership, which was three thousand kilometers long.

"The delivery guy's here already?"