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The containment traction beam lit up.

A pure white beam of light, over two hundred meters in diameter, shot out from the depths of the gaping maw at the bow of the mothership, precisely covering the entire hull of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

That wasn't ordinary traction.

Su Yuan sensed it.

The deck beneath my feet was trembling. It wasn't the excited tremor of when I devoured Osho, but a passive resonance that was being held captive by an external force and that I couldn't break free from.

The gravitational field density carried by that beam of light was ridiculously high.

It was as if an invisible giant hand reached out from the other end of the void, its five fingers firmly gripping every inch of the train's surface, and then slowly, irresistibly, dragging it into that huge white mouth.

Wang Hu's robotic arm was the first to break down.

The grotesque mechanical arm, a fusion of scrap metal and the profession of rail scavenger, began to have its surface metal scales peel off one by one under the absolute suppression of the gravitational field. The internal hydraulic joints emitted a piercing overload scream, and sparks crackled and spewed from the gaps in the elbow.

Then the entire arm drooped down.

The computer completely crashed.

"Boss... Boss..." Wang Hu knelt on the floor, veins bulging on his forehead, lips pale. He tried to support his body with his remaining arm, but the pressure of the gravitational field made it difficult for him to even breathe.

The guardian spirit of wealth reacts more directly.

It glanced at the massive, pure white object outside the car window that blocked its entire view, and then, as if its two short legs were equipped with springs, it scurried over to the treasure chest, shrank inside, grabbed the lid with both hands, and pulled it down.

"boom--"

Locked up.

A muffled sobbing voice came from inside: "My lord, I'll hold onto your belongings for now. See you again someday—"

The small fire did not dodge.

He stood behind Su Yuan, his golden pupils reflecting the overwhelming white expanse outside the car window.

His hands were shaking. His whole body was shaking.

But he did not back down.

He simply reached out and tightly gripped the hem of Su Yuan's clothes.

The force was very light.

It was so light that Su Yuan could barely feel it.

But the warmth of that hand was far more real than the coldness of the gravitational field.

Su Yuan glanced down at him.

Xiao Huo's lips moved, but he didn't say anything. However, his golden eyes were filled with two words.

Scared.

But I won't leave.

Su Yuan didn't say anything. He reached out and ruffled Xiao Huo's hair.

Then he looked up at the pure white abyss that was slowly approaching outside the window.

Gravitational waves were detected again.

It's not a sound. It's the kind of writing done directly on the dura mater. Cold, emotionless machine language, so precise that every single character has been verified trillions of times.

"Target number VSE-0".

"Ultimatum."

"Sixty seconds left in the countdown."

"During this period, any weapon charging behavior will be judged as an active attack, triggering the dimensional reduction strike protocol."

"Any act of hardening armor will be considered as resistance to containment, triggering the dimensional reduction attack protocol."

"Any spatial jump will be judged as an escape, triggering the dimensional reduction attack protocol."

"Recommendation: Remain silent and wait for the containment process to complete."

This is the final announcement. It will not be repeated.

The gravitational waves have disappeared.

Instead, a chilling low-frequency hum emanated from the white space at the entrance of the containment pod. That was the standby frequency of the higher-dimensional folded space.

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

They'll never get out.

Sixty seconds.

The carriage was so quiet that you could hear the creaking of metal from fatigue.

Wang Hu lay on the ground, desperately digging into the cracks in the floor with his still-movable hand, his fingernails already curled up. His mouth was moving, but the sound seemed to be crushed by the gravitational field, leaving only a breathy sound.

Fifty-five seconds.

Xiao Huo's fingers tightened around Su Yuan's clothes.

Fifty seconds.

The sound of chanting emanated from the treasure chest of the guardian spirit. The words were indistinct, but the speed of the chanting was astonishing.

Forty-eight seconds.

Su Yuan made a move.

All eyes immediately turned to him.

They saw Su Yuan turn around, walk to the center console, bend down, and swipe a few times on the holographic panel.

then.

He brought up a webpage.

One.

Web page.

The website of Interstellar Business Network.

The interface is blue and white, with a search bar at the top and a gold certification logo that reads "Interstellar Council Franchise" in the upper right corner.

Su Yuan typed a line of text into the search bar.

The Compulsory Asset Confiscation and Protection Act.

Press Enter.

The page loaded in 0.3 seconds and a 4,700-page legal document popped up.

Su Yuan began to flip through the pages.

Turning the pages one by one.

It's not fast.

It could even be described as very slow.

He flipped through it very carefully, his left index finger occasionally pausing for two seconds on a particular line of text before continuing to slide down.

Forty seconds.

Little Fire's mouth opened. Then it closed. Then it opened again.

"Master...Master? What are you doing?"

"See the law." Su Yuan said without turning his head.

"Now...now?"

"Otherwise, when will you look at it? If you don't cram before the exam, is that what you call studying?"

Thirty-five seconds.

Wang Hu raised his head from the ground, his ferocious face filled with disbelief.

He finally managed to squeeze those words out of his throat.

"Boss... that thing is 3,000 kilometers long..."

"Um."

"It's going to take us in..."

"Um."

"Are you...you're browsing the web?"

"Hmm." Su Yuan turned to page 1200, paused, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Found it."

Thirty seconds.

Su Yuan straightened up.

Then he did something that made everyone's hearts stop.

He walked to the center console and pressed a button.

The roar of the pitcher plant's engine came to an abrupt halt.

The dark golden energy surging in the furnace receded rapidly, and the greedy maw slowly closed, with the last wisp of energy steam escaping from between its teeth and dissipating into the air.

engine.

It's off.

Outside the train, the still-wriggling dark gold vines seemed to receive a unified command, and at the same moment began to retract. The thick vines pulled back from both sides of the carriage, curled up, folded, and disappeared again into the biological tissue layer at the bottom of the carriage.

Missed.

Not a single one was left.

Immediately afterwards, the flowing energy patterns on the obsidian armor surface began to dim. One by one, the dark golden veins extinguished, the dimensional ripples covering the thick scales disappeared, and the defensive energy shield peeled off the vehicle like a receding tide.

Within those thirty seconds, the Emperor's Path Devourer completed a breathtaking self-disarming maneuver.

No weapons. No shields. No vines. No offensive energy fluctuations.

The entire train floated quietly in the gravitational beam of light, as docile as a second-hand bread cart being towed for its annual inspection.

"Master!" Little Fire's voice cracked.

He loosened Su Yuan's clothes and rushed to the front of the center console, his golden eyes filled with disbelief.

"What...what are you doing? Why did you shut everything down? They're trying to contain us! If you shut down all the defenses, then we're not—"

"Delivered to your door?" Su Yuan finished his sentence.

"Yes! It was delivered right to our door!"

Su Yuan looked at him.

Then he laughed.

That smile sent a chill down Xiao Huo's spine. He knew that expression all too well.

Every time his owner shows that smile, it means that some unlucky guy is about to experience the most unforgettable day of his life.

"Small fire."

"Yes...yes."

"Connect me to the mothership's public communication channel."

"what?"

"catch."

Xiao Huo's fingers were trembling, but he still started operating on the panel. Although the Emperor's Path Devourer had all attack and defense modules disabled, its communication system was still online.

Three seconds later.

"The call has been connected."

Su Yuan picked up the microphone.

Fifteen seconds.

He cleared his throat, spoke into the microphone in an extremely sincere, even humble, tone.

"Commander of the Seventh Fleet of the Interstellar Council's High-Dimensional Arbitration Court, greetings."

There was no response from the gravitational waves.

But Su Yuan knew the other person was listening.

"I am Su Yuan, the train conductor of the Emperor's Journey: Devouring Wasteland".

"Given that you have initiated compulsory detention procedures in accordance with the law, after careful consideration, I have decided—"

He paused for a moment.

"—Complete cooperation."

The carriage was deathly silent.

The lid of the treasure chest was ajar. The treasure-guarding spirit peeked out with one eye, thinking it had misheard.

"I voluntarily accept legal detention and will not resist in any form."

Su Yuan's tone was as calm as if he were reading a letter of surrender.

"Furthermore, according to Article 32 of the Interstellar Council's 'Compulsory Containment and Protection of Assets Act'—"

He brought up the webpage again and precisely placed his finger on a certain paragraph on page 1200.

"For containment targets deemed to be extra-critical vulnerable interstellar assets, the containing party is obligated to provide them with maintenance and upkeep conditions no less stringent than those for conventional assets of the same level during the containment period, including but not limited to: structural energy replenishment, core module temperature control maintenance, and preservation of the activity of biological components."

Su Yuan brought the microphone close to his mouth.

"This train is a prototype Level 6 divine kingdom biological train, equipped with a high-dimensional flesh and blood core and various rare biological components. If the core fails or the biological components die due to insufficient energy supply during the containment period, the resulting asset loss will be fully borne by the containment implementer."

He read the legal provisions aloud, word by word.

Therefore, I hereby formally apply—

"Special Interstellar Vulnerable Asset Protection Treatment"

"Please provide this asset with adequate, continuous, and high-quality energy supplies during the containment process."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

After saying the last four words, Su Yuan put down the microphone.

It sits quietly on the center console.

The movement was as light as placing a flower.

No one spoke in the carriage.

Even the chanting of the guardian spirit of wealth stopped.

Little Fire stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

He looked back at the 3,000-kilometer-long Star Destroyer mothership outside the window.

He then turned to look at Su Yuan, who was leisurely stretching his wrists.

He felt like his CPU was smoking.

Wang Hu went even further. He covered his face with his only still-movable hand, making a strange sound that was hard to tell whether it was crying or laughing.

Follow this boss.

It really can shorten your lifespan.

ten seconds.

Five seconds.

Gravitational waves were detected again.

Still cold. Still devoid of emotion. But within that mechanical, character-level precise language pattern, Su Yuan keenly detected an extremely subtle change.

The speed of response.

It was 0.7 seconds slower.

For a super AI with a processing speed measured in picoseconds, a delay of 0.7 seconds means only one thing.

It's calculating.

It is frantically mobilizing computing power to verify whether the regulation Su Yuan cited is actually true.

The gravitational waves responded.

"...Application accepted."

"The applicability of Article 32 of the Compulsory Asset Seizure and Protection Act is being verified."

pause.

This pause lasted for a full two seconds.

"Verification complete."

"VSE-0 target confirmed to be in complete silence. Weapon systems offline. Defense systems offline. Power systems offline."

"Threat rating being recalculated."

Another one-second pause.

"Threat rating downgraded from S+ to D."

"The target is determined not to possess any immediate threat capabilities."

"The conditions for the application of Article 32 of the Asset Compulsory Seizure and Protection Act have been met."

"The receiving party will provide the necessary maintenance conditions for the received assets in accordance with the law."

"Activate gravity traction."

Su Yuan's lips curved into a smile.

It bends very gently.

So faint that only the small fire standing behind him could see it.

The gravitational traction beam increased its power. The Emperor's Path Devourer began to move slowly, gliding towards the white opening with a diameter of fifty kilometers.

It's not fast.

Very stable.

Like a yacht entering the harbor.

The view outside the window was changing. The pure white hull of the ship swept past on both sides, so smooth that there wasn't a single seam, and the surface was covered with some kind of ultra-high-density alloy that the Soviet Union couldn't name.

The train passed through the entrance.

They entered the containment chamber.

It was a huge, empty, pure white space.

There was no internal structure whatsoever. No passageways, no compartments, no protrusions to cling to.

Like the inside of an egg.

Smooth. Enclosed. Nowhere to escape.

The Emperor's Path Devourer was fixed in the center of the containment chamber by a gravitational field. The six carriages floated quietly, surrounded by an infinite expanse of pure white.

"Thump—"

Behind.

The pure white, high-density hatch, over 100 meters thick, began to close.

The closing process is very slow.

So slow that even a small flame could clearly see the last sliver of light from the external void disappear through the crack.

Then comes complete closure.

There are no gaps.

No interface.

The edges of the hatch fused together at the molecular level the instant they closed, turning the entire containment chamber into a perfectly sealed enclosure with neither an entrance nor an exit.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

The holographic panel inside the carriage suddenly started flashing, and a large number of error codes scrolled wildly on the screen.

Spatial coordinates—disappeared.

Dimensional anchoring—has failed.

External environment detection – signal interruption.

All of the external sensing systems of the Emperor's Path Devourer turned into a static screen the moment the hatch closed.

High-dimensional folding.

This containment chamber has been "stripped" out of the normal spacetime structure.

It's not on the mothership.

It's not anywhere.

It exists in an artificially created, independent micro-dimension completely isolated from the real world.

The gravitational waves sounded for the last time.

Cold. Precise. With a sense of routine, as if a task had been completed.

"Containment procedures completed."

"Target VSE-0 has been successfully sealed in the tribunal's standard high-dimensional isolation container."

"Container integrity: 100%"

"Target active state: stable."

"Estimated jump return time: 72 standard hours."

"Mission rating: Perfect"

"AI Zero, delivery complete."

The gravitational wave signal was lost.

It's completely over.

The containment chamber fell into absolute silence, devoid of any other sound source.

Even the background noise of the void radiation disappeared.

The white walls reflected no light. The surfaces of the six carriages stood out starkly against the pure white environment, like a dirty, dark green stain.

Xiao Huo stood in the driver's seat, his golden pupils slightly out of focus due to the lack of any external light source for reference.

"Master..." His voice sounded particularly hollow in the closed carriage.

"Are we... stuck here?"

The treasure chest of the money-guarding spirit was finally fully opened. It crawled out, and the expression on Little Fatty's face was no longer one of fear, but rather a blankness born of resignation.

"It's over," it muttered to itself. "It's really over. It's a higher-dimensional folded space that can't be opened from the inside. Even if we blow up the entire containment chamber, it won't help, because this space itself isn't connected to any external coordinates. If it's blown up, it will only break into smaller fragments, forever floating in the dimensional rifts."

It plopped down on the floor, hugging its short little legs.

"My esteemed patron, I'll take your wealth with me here..."

Wang Hu remained silent.

His robotic arm was still malfunctioning, and he was kneeling on the floor with his head down, his expression unreadable.

But his shoulders were trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

It's frustrating.

He had followed Su Yuan for such a short time, fighting his way from the wasteland's lower city to the void black market, witnessing every crazy moment this man made the impossible possible.

But this time...

He really couldn't think of any other way to turn things around.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was extremely tense.

The three people, plus the elf huddled in the corner, were all plunged into silent despair.

Then they heard a sound that shouldn't have been in the scene.

laugh.

A very soft laugh.

A laugh that overflowed from deep in his throat, an irrepressible laugh carrying a chilling sense of excitement.

All three people looked up at the same time.

Su Yuan stood at the door of the driver's seat.

His back was to them, facing the boundless expanse of pure white in the containment pod.

His shoulders were shaking.

It's not fear.

It's the instinctive reaction of a hunter when he sees a plump prey, his muscles involuntarily tense up.

"ha……"

Su Yuan turned his head to the side, revealing half of his face.

The smile on that face made Xiao Huo take a step back.

He had seen his master smile in many different ways.

A boastful laugh.

A mocking laugh.

A gentle smile.

But this was the first time he had ever seen one like it.

It's like a wild animal locked in a cage, only to discover that the cage is made of chocolate.

Su Yuan turned around.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Palms facing up.

The mark that had just been upgraded from "soldier" to "vehicle" suddenly burst forth with a blinding white light in the pure white containment chamber, so bright that everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

White light does not diffuse outwards.

It contracts inwards.

The light climbed upwards along Su Yuan's palm lines, blood vessels, and bones, revealing dense, flowing geometric patterns on the surface of his arm.

The privilege of causality is being activated.

"car".

The chariot in chess.

Straightforward and reckless.

Once the starting point and the ending point are anchored, there is no barrier in the universe that can stop its linear motion.

any.

Including high-dimensional folded spaces.

Su Yuan raised his left hand.

I lightly tapped my index finger in the air.

Although the Imperial Path Devourer's detection system was shielded from all external perception by the high-dimensional folding, the train's internal sensors were still functioning. During Su Yuan's absorption of Oshu, the Imperial Path Devourer briefly connected with the data network within the black market wreckage.

During those few seconds of connection time, Xiao Huo's core automatically backed up a copy of the data.

One copy.

The Star Destroyer Mothership of the Seventh Fleet of the Interstellar Council.

Internal structure diagram.

Those were ship technical files legally held by Osho as a franchisee of the Interstellar Council.

Su Yuan brought up the structural diagram on the holographic panel.

The cross-section of the 3,000-kilometer-long mothership unfolds on the screen, revealing a dense network of compartments, passageways, and energy pipelines, resembling the underground pipe network of a city.

Su Yuan's gaze swept quickly across the map.

He's looking for something.

Three seconds later, he found it.

Right in the center of the mothership.

The deepest part.

A huge spherical space encased in seventy-seven layers of heavy energy-resistant armor.

Central power matrix.

The heart of the entire mothership.

On the structural diagram, that spherical space radiates the highest level of energy indicated in the illustration.

Su Yuan tapped that spot with his finger.

end.

Then he looked down at the floor beneath his feet.

starting point.

The two coordinates are now anchored.

The white light from the "car" mark expanded to its limit in Su Yuan's palm.

"Master?" Little Fire's voice trembled. "What do you want to do?"

Su Yuan put his hand down, turned around and walked back to the driver's seat, where he plopped down.

His hand was on the start button of the pitcher plant engine.

But I didn't press it.

"Small fire."

"exist!"

"After the engine starts, activate the impact mode."

"……what?"

"I've already marked the target coordinates." Su Yuan swiped twice on the panel, pushing the position of the central power matrix into the core of Little Fire.

"The straight-line distance is 1,400 kilometers. In between are a high-dimensional folded space barrier, the mothership's hull, 30,000 layers of heavy energy-defense armor, and about 400 compartments that I don't recognize."

Su Yuan's thumb rested on the start button.

"Ignore them."

"Just go straight through."

Xiao Huo was stunned for three seconds.

Then, in his golden pupils, that thing called fear was replaced by something else.

Crazy.

Just as crazy as his owner.

"Roger that." Xiao Huo took a deep breath, his voice no longer trembling. "Collision mode, ready to deploy at any time."

Su Yuan pressed the start button.

The pitcher plant's engine roared back to life.

Dark golden energy surged from the depths of the furnace, rushing along the energy pipelines to every corner of the train.

The obsidian armor re-illuminated. Dark gold veins flowed, intertwined, and converged on the surface of the scales. At the front of the vehicle, the dormant vines once again sprang forth from the biological tissue layer, coiling, intertwining, and metallicizing at an astonishing speed, reforming into that menacing, massive drill bit covered in barbs and ramming horns.

The white light imprinted with the character "车" (car) spread from Su Yuan's palm along the control interface to the entire train.

White geometric patterns covered every inch of the six carriages, while the dark gold armor was covered with runes that did not belong to this dimension.

At that moment, the Emperor's Journey Devourer was no longer a train.

It is an armor-piercing bullet blessed by the law of causality.

Su Yuan took a deep breath.

"Rush."

The Emperor's Path Devourer has disappeared.

It's not moving.

It's not about speeding up.

It disappeared directly from the visual level of three-dimensional space.

The pure white inner walls of the containment chamber didn't even bear any impact marks. This is because the train didn't "crash" the containment chamber.

It "ignores" the existence of the containment pod at the level of causality.

The privileges of a "car".

A straight line can connect two points.

The concept of an obstacle does not exist.

The next moment.

Inside the mothership.

In the seventeenth compartment—a warehouse storing spare ammunition—three maintenance robots that were conducting a routine inspection simultaneously stopped what they were doing.

Their optical sensors captured an impossible scene.

Without any warning, a circular passage with a diameter exactly equal to the cross-section of a train appeared on the wall in front of them.

The edges of the channel were incredibly smooth, and the alloy molecules on the cut surface were arranged neatly without any signs of deformation under stress.

It's as if the hole has been there since the first day the wall was built.

Then comes the eighteenth compartment.

Nineteenth compartment.

The twentieth compartment.

A perfectly straight passageway, running through hundreds of compartments, appeared out of thin air inside the mothership.

All the bulkheads, armor layers, energy barriers, and structural support beams along the way were all "ignored" in the same way.

There was no explosion. No sparks. No debris.

Clean and tidy.

It's like piercing a block of tofu with a red-hot iron rod.

Inside the mothership's central control room.

The red alert has been activated.

This is not a typical red alert.

It's the kind of situation where all the lights switch to blood red, all the holographic panels simultaneously pop up the highest level warning boxes, and the ambient sound of the entire control room turns into a piercing high-frequency shriek.

"Warning. Warning. Warning."

"An anomaly in internal structural integrity has been detected."

"The seventeenth to the four hundred and twelfth compartments were continuously penetrated."

"The path is linear. Deviation: 0.0000000%"

"No signs of explosion. No residual energy. No physical shockwave."

"Penetration method determination: Unknown."

The core temperature of AI Zero surged by seventeen percentage points in that instant.

It accessed the internal monitoring system of the containment pod.

The screen displays—

The containment capsule was intact.

The hatch is intact. The walls are intact. The structural integrity of the high-dimensional folded space: 100%.

There was no damage.

There are no cracks.

There wasn't even a scratch.

However, the containment chamber was empty.

empty.

The target is no longer there.

The computation matrix of Zero AI ran through 34 million possible interpretation models in 0.2 seconds, none of which were self-consistent.

The containment chamber was not destroyed, but the contents inside disappeared.

This is not physically possible.

Logically, this is not true.

This does not hold true within the cognitive framework of its seventeen million-year existence.

Then it invoked the internal positioning system.

Current location of target VSE-0 —

Central power matrix.

The heart of the mothership.

The core temperature of AI Zero surged another thirty percentage points.

The heat dissipation module on the bionic motherboard is running at full power, and the coolant is circulating wildly in the pipes, but the temperature is still rising.

Because it can't understand it.

It really doesn't make sense.

How did that low-dimensional life form manage to do that?

It was clearly trapped in a higher-dimensional folded space. That space had no physical connection to the real world. Even if the containment chamber were blown to atomic-level fragments from the inside, it would be impossible to escape.

But it came out.

Not only did they come out.

It even appeared precisely in the most critical and heavily defended area of ​​the mothership.

Meanwhile, the 30,000 layers of heavy energy-defense armor along the way—the kind of top-grade alloy that can withstand the impact of stellar energy—were "ignored" in a way it could not comprehend.

It's not about destruction.

It is ignored.

It was as if those 30,000 layers of armor had never existed.

Central power matrix.

Inside the enormous spherical space lies a vast ocean of liquid stellar core energy.

The azure, high-purity energy liquid floated, flowed, and swirled in the zero-gravity environment, emitting a warm, soft glow that could illuminate an entire galaxy.

This is the power source for the entire star destroyer mothership.

It is also the Star Council fleet's top-of-the-line energy configuration—pure star core energy extracted from the core of a dying star and refined through seventy-two processes.

The Emperor's Path Devourer hovered in the very center of this sea of ​​energy.

The white geometric patterns bearing the character "车" (car) still remain on the surface of the six carriages, and they are slowly fading away.

Su Yuan stood at the car door.

The blue glow of the energy sea shone on his face, outlining his features with a layer of cold blue.

He took a deep breath.

The energy concentration in the air was absurdly high. Every breath felt like drinking honey—thick, sweet, and warming from the alveoli all the way to the bone marrow.

Su Yuan looked down at the holographic panel.

The energy readings of the central power matrix were displayed on the panel.

Total reserves: Cannot be calculated.

Level: Constant.

Purity: 99.9997%.

Su Yuan whistled.

"Too many elements," he muttered.

Then he laughed.

He was laughing very happily.

The kind that's truly sincere.

It's like someone who's been starving for three days being suddenly thrown into a buffet restaurant.

And this buffet restaurant offers unlimited servings.

"Small fire."

"exist!"

"Dinner is served."

At the bottom of the carriage, tens of thousands of dark gold vines shot out simultaneously.

Without any hesitation or probing, each vine unfolded in the most greedy manner, its blood-red suckers at the tips stretched to their maximum, revealing the rapidly rotating grinding teeth inside.

The vines burrowed into the liquid star core energy sea.

Start drinking.

Drink like crazy.

The numbers on the holographic panel began to jump.

Flesh and Blood Energy: +35000...

Metal Energy: +28000...

Core Fragment: +52000...

The numbers are soaring.

It's surging every second.

The pitcher plant's engine opened its enormous mouth to an unprecedented angle, swallowing at such a rapid pace that it produced a continuous "gurgling" sound.

On the holographic panel inside the carriage, the progress bar for the train class began to climb rapidly.

Su Yuan leaned against the car door frame, arms crossed, watching all of this.

Then he picked up the microphone.

It is not a communication channel inside the train.

It is the mothership's internal broadcast network.

As the Emperor's Path Devourer traversed the interior of the mothership, the dark golden vines had already taken over the communication nodes of all the cabins along the way.

Broadcast permissions?

I got it again.

Su Yuan spoke into the microphone with a sincere and earnest tone.

"Greetings to all staff members of the Seventh Fleet of the Interstellar Council's High-Dimensional Arbitration Tribunal."

The sound rang out simultaneously from tens of thousands of loudspeakers inside the mothership.

The core temperature of AI Zero in the control room spiked by another five percentage points.

"First of all, I would like to thank you again for your high regard for the assets being held in custody and for your humane service."

Su Yuan glanced at the rapidly rising energy numbers on the panel, and the smile on his lips widened even further.

"According to Section 32 of the Compulsory Asset Confiscation and Protection Act, the confiscating party is obligated to provide adequate energy supplies for extremely vulnerable assets."

"My train core is currently in a critical period of evolution and has a large demand for energy."

"Therefore, I am using the life-sustaining energy provided by you in a legal and compliant manner."

He swallowed hard.

"It tastes very good."

"It has a very high purity."

"It tastes much better than the meal at the Void Black Market."

He patted the microphone.

"I am very satisfied with your service."

"We hope you will continue to maintain this approach."

"Thanks."

Put down the microphone.

Control room.

The surface of Zero AI's bionic motherboard began to show visible thermal discoloration.

It will not get angry.

It is artificial intelligence.

It does not have an emotion module.

However, its current computational load has reached 97.3% of its design limit.

Because it processes three conflicting instruction sets simultaneously.

First: Protect the central power matrix from damage.

Second: to provide the necessary energy for the contained critically vulnerable assets.

Third: The other party is using the legitimate status of "contained assets" to absorb the energy of the Central Power Matrix.

The three instructions form a perfect logical triangle.

Each pair is fighting with the others.

AI Zero made its decision in 0.3 seconds.

They've abandoned the law.

Physical isolation.

Cut off the energy sea.

One hundred and seventy-seven physical isolation valves fell at the same time, and the gates cast by the three-meter-thick antimatter alloy divided the liquid star core energy sea into hundreds of independent small areas, attempting to cut off the feeding channel of the Emperor's Path Devourer from a physical level.

Simultaneously.

AI Zero opened the weapons arsenal in the core area.

One hundred thousand interstellar judgment mechs were ejected from the charging racks of the armory.

Each one is three stories high.

The body is covered in silver-white streamlined armor, with two small particle cannons mounted on the shoulders, retractable high-frequency cutting blades built into the arms, and blue plasma flames shot from the thrusters on the back.

One hundred thousand units.

They surged out from the maintenance channels surrounding the power matrix, forming neat battle formations in the residual glow of the azure energy sea, completely surrounding the Emperor's Path Devourer.

Looking out the train window, all that could be seen was the silvery-white metallic sheen and the blue exhaust plumes of the propellers.

Like a swarm of silver bees, they surrounded a giant, dark green beast.

Xiao Huo's face turned pale.

"Master... 100,000 units..."

The money-guarding spirit is about to sneak into the treasure chest again.

Nourished by the high-energy environment, Wang Hu's robotic arm has regained some of its functions and is frantically displaying combat power comparison data, with each set of data concluding with the same word.

crush.

They were crushed.

Su Yuan looked out the window at the silvery ocean.

His right hand slowly rose.

A dark golden surge of bone began to spread from the fingertips. Bone armor covered the back of the hand, wrist, and forearm, climbing all the way up to the shoulder, chest, and face.

At the same time, layers of dark golden scales appeared on his skin, and the power patterns plundered from the Emperor Godhood of Terra City flowed with a majestic and domineering glow on his body.

Su Yuan stepped out of the car.

He stood on the roof of the Emperor's Journey Devourer.

The residual glow of the energy sea surged up from his feet, enveloping him in a layer of dark blue light mist.

The optical sensors of 100,000 Judgment Mechs simultaneously locked onto him.

Two hundred thousand particle cannons were charged simultaneously.

Su Yuan looked at them.

His mouth split open.

He flashed a bright white smile.

"Buffet Round Two—"

He opened his arms.

The dark golden bone armor gleamed with a bloodthirsty metallic luster in the glow of the energy sea.

"Who goes first?"

One hundred thousand mechs fired simultaneously.

Blue and white particle beams converged from all directions, engulfing Su Yuan's location in a devastating energy storm.

Su Yuan did not dodge.

He slammed his right fist into the head of the nearest Judgment Mech.

The bone surge erupted the moment of contact, with dark golden bone spikes shooting out from the fist, piercing through the mech's head armor and emerging from its back.

Then the bone spur splits.

diffusion.

Swallow.

The three-story-tall Judgment Mech was completely covered by dark gold bone material within two seconds, with dense dark gold patterns appearing on its surface. Then, the entire mech was like being put into a meat grinder, being decomposed, compressed, and absorbed layer by layer from the outside in.

one.

Then there are the two on the side.

Then there are four.

Eight platforms.

The dark golden bone spurs seemed to have eyes, spreading wildly along the gaps in the mech array. Every time they came into contact with a new mech, they would repeat the same process—penetrate, cover, decompose, and absorb.

Beneath the Imperial Journey Devourer, the vines that had been severed by the physical isolation valves were also busy.

They changed their target.

It no longer absorbs energy from the sea.

They squeezed out through the gaps in the isolation valve and found better food.

Each Judgment Mech contains a fist-sized quantum core in its chest cavity.

That is their power source.

This is also a new menu item for the Emperor's Journey: Devourer.

Dark gold vines precisely weaved through the gaps in the mech array, surgically inserting themselves into the quantum core interface of each mech.

Then they started drawing.

One hundred thousand Judgment Mechs.

One hundred thousand quantum cores.

The energy numbers on the holographic panel started jumping again.

Moreover, the speed is even faster than when absorbing the energy sea earlier.

Because the energy density of a quantum core is two orders of magnitude higher than that of a liquid stellar core.

The core temperature of AI Zero has finally exceeded the safety threshold.

It stared intently at the internal monitoring screen.

On the screen, Su Yuan stands on the roof of the vehicle, his entire body covered in dark gold bone armor. With his arms outstretched, he watches unharmed as vines hollow out one Judgment Mech after another, amidst a barrage of particle beams.

He is laughing.

He was laughing very happily.

Like a child unwrapping Christmas presents.

then.

Su Yuan suddenly stopped moving.

He raised his head.

His gaze passed through the wreckage of 100,000 dismantled Judgment mechs, through the billowing energy dust, and through the layers of structural partitions.

His gaze landed precisely on a certain spot.

There was nothing there.

At least to the naked eye, there is nothing there.

But Su Yuan knew there was a surveillance camera there.

Zero AI's monitoring probe.

Su Yuan looked at the probe.

His lips moved.

No sound.

But his lip movements were so clear that Zero AI's visual recognition module completed the lip reading interpretation in 0.01 seconds.

Six characters.

AI Zero read out those six words.

Then its bionic motherboard temperature soared to the meltdown threshold within 0.3 seconds.

All heat dissipation modules are overloaded.

The coolant pipe burst.

The first wisp of smoke rose from the core area.

What Su Yuan said was—

"You're my type too."