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

The train was shaking.

It wasn't the passive tremor after being attacked, but rather a roar as every inch of the skeleton's structure actively remodeled.

Obsidian scales fell off in pieces, shattering into grayish-white powder in the void. Then, new scales grew out of their original positions, nearly twice as thick as before, with three layers of superimposed high-dimensional law patterns on their surface, refracting an eerie color between dark gold and pure black.

At the joints between the carriages, golden skeletal joints were frantically expanding, splitting, and re-engaging. Countless barbs emerged from the gaps in the joints, each carrying a faint pulse of law, like the spine of a living creature rising segment by segment.

The train's silhouette has completely departed from the concept of "means of transportation".

It's getting thicker. Heavier. More ferocious.

At the front of the vehicle, interlocking dark golden bone spikes replaced the original ramming horns, forming a half-closed beast's mouth. The scales on the sides of the vehicle were no longer flat, but stood upright, forming a structure similar to a dorsal fin, slowly opening and closing in the void. The propulsion port at the rear of the vehicle expanded to three times its original size, spewing out dark golden residual flames of law, leaving a trail hundreds of kilometers long.

From a distance.

It was an ancient behemoth.

An ancient behemoth, having finally opened its eyes, was stretching its body in the void, letting the entire star field hear its first low roar after awakening.

Inside the driver's cab.

Xiao Huo lay slumped on the control panel, his hands gripping the control panel. The blood on his ten fingers was still wet, but something completely different had ignited in his golden vertical pupils.

Excited.

Pure, uncontrollable excitement.

"Owner!"

His voice was already hoarse, but his volume didn't decrease at all; he roared out the information on the panel.

"Train Class - Level 8!"

"Classification - Interstellar Predator!"

"But the panel is broken! All the energy values ​​are overflowing! Every time I refresh, it throws an error! The display can't possibly hold that many digits!"

He tapped the screen.

The numbers on the screen jumped wildly twice, and then the entire display area flashed white.

"...I have to rewrite a counting system." Xiao Huo's voice weakened, carrying a numb sense of powerlessness.

It's not a numb despair.

It's a numbness from being stretched too far.

Imagine a worker earning 3,000 yuan a month suddenly winning a billion yuan. Standing in front of the bank counter looking at the account balance, the only thought in your mind is—how am I supposed to count all these zeros?

Wang Hu leaned against the car wall. The robotic arm had returned to its correct position, but his fingers were still spasming uncontrollably. He stumbled to the window and glanced outside.

The void was still filled with law-based crystalline dust, like whale falls.

Those are the remains of the Star Destroyer.

A 12th-order high-dimensional behemoth was hollowed out by their vehicle as it crawled into its belly.

Wang Hu's Adam's apple bobbed twice, his lips moved, and finally he managed to squeeze out only four words.

"Fuck you."

The treasure-guarding spirit huddled in a corner, clutching its treasure chest, its face smeared with snot, and its two short legs trembling. But its eyes had changed.

The fear was gone.

Instead, there was an extremely complex fervor, almost a frenzy of rebuilding after the collapse of faith.

"My...my benefactor..." It sniffled, its voice still trembling, but with a newfound reverence for surviving a catastrophe, "I used to think following you was a gamble with my life. Now I think...this isn't a gamble, this is clinging to the strongest leg in the universe!"

Su Yuan ignored them.

He sat in the driver's seat, his right hand unconsciously stroking the armrest, his gaze passing through the car window and into the deeper void.

The left eye is dark gold.

The right eye is pure white.

Two distinct colors coexist quietly deep within the pupils, no longer colliding or intertwining.

It's like two originally mutually exclusive extremes finally achieving a delicate balance through some tacit understanding.

Su Yuan could feel the power surging within his body.

It's not "more".

It is "heavy".

Every cell was filled with something: fragments of higher-dimensional laws, stellar-level life essence, and remnants of conceptual authority. These things filled every inch of his body, causing a qualitative leap in the density of his entire being.

He took a deep breath.

The residual law-based dust in the air rushed into my lungs, bringing a wonderful taste that was a blend of spiciness and sweetness.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Comfortable.

That feels fucking good.

Then he closed his eyes.

The One Who Unites All Things is Initiated.

Perception spread outwards like a tide, penetrating the void, the stardust, and the barriers of laws, extending to the deepest part of this star field.

one second.

Information feedback.

Su Yuan's eyelid twitched.

Five seconds.

More information flooded in, like countless snakes darting into his consciousness from all directions.

Su Yuan opened his eyes.

The smile disappeared.

"Small fire."

"exist!"

"Stop energy statistics."

Su Yuan's voice deepened, and the temperature of each word dropped.

"Activate the global sensing array and maximize detection accuracy."

Xiao Huo's finger movements stopped.

He had known Su Yuan for a long time and could tell what that change in tone meant.

The pleasant mealtime has come to an end.

Something's coming.

He dared not ask any more questions, his hands flying across the panel. Within seconds, hundreds of sensor nodes on the train's surface were activated simultaneously, and dark golden detection ripples radiated outwards from the Emperor's Path Devourer as the center.

Then he saw the returned data.

His expression changed.

"Master..." Little Fire's voice lowered, and its golden vertical pupils contracted sharply.

"Something is approaching from the depths of the void."

"How many?"

"At least... six strands."

Xiao Huo swallowed hard.

"The intensity of each fluctuation of the law is... within the upper limit of our detectable range. The detector's scale is fully delimited, but we can't measure exactly how strong it is."

"And they are approaching at an accelerating speed."

"Expected to enter our star system in seven minutes."

The air inside the carriage instantly turned cold.

Wang Hu straightened up, then bent over again. The guardian spirit tightened its grip on the treasure chest. Golden blood began to seep from Xiao Huo's fingertips—his fingernails were digging too deeply into the panel.

Seven minutes.

We just finished eating a cosmic behemoth, and before we could even sit down, the next wave was already here.

Su Yuan remained calm.

He merely narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand, and looked at his palm.

The "elephant" character mark, which had healed and turned pitch black, was pulsating at an extremely slow frequency.

This is not a warning.

It's resonance.

It's telling Su Yuan that what's coming is related to the chess player.

"As expected," Su Yuan said in a low voice.

His tone wasn't exactly tense, but it certainly wasn't relaxed.

More accurately, it was a kind of interest that was provoked.

"You call a twelfth-tier behemoth a expendable pawn, then what about these few...?"

He looked out the window at the vast emptiness, still filled with the drifting dust of laws.

"Is this your true trump card?"

No one answered him.

The chess player is not here.

But Su Yuan knew he was watching.

He was always watching.

This feeling of being spied on never stopped from the start of the game, like a pair of cold fingers pressed against the back of my neck.

Su Yuan didn't like this feeling.

But he has to admit that this feeling has increased his appetite.

"Small fire."

"exist!"

"Forget about those energy data."

Su Yuan leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms behind his head, and relaxed to an unbelievable degree.

"Tell me, what new features does the Class 8 train have?"

Xiao Huo was stunned for a moment.

With things so urgent, why is the boss still thinking about checking out the new equipment?

But he still dutifully brought up the upgraded system panel.

Then his eyes widened.

"Master! A new feature module has been added—'Starfield Territory'!"

"The effect is... a 'law sovereignty zone' can be established within a radius of one thousand kilometers, centered on the train. Within this sovereignty zone, the train owner's will is the supreme law, allowing them to 'interfere with,' 'rewrite,' or 'expel' any law structure that is not their own within the zone!"

"One thousand kilometers," Su Yuan repeated the number.

"Anything else?"

"And..." Xiao Huo turned to the next page, her pupils shrinking again.

"'Starfield Predator' exclusive ability - 'Hunting Ground Declaration'."

"Effect: Designate an area as the 'Hunting Ground'. Within the Hunting Ground, the train's absorption, parasitism, and assimilation efficiency is tripled. Targets covered by the Hunting Ground have their Law Shield's self-repair speed reduced by 50%."

Cooldown time: 24 hours.

"Duration depends on the hunting grounds and the owner's legal reserves."

After Xiao Huo finished reading, he looked up at Su Yuan.

Su Yuan's lips were already curled up.

That dark, predatory focus in his eyes has returned.

"Seven minutes, right?"

"Yes...yes."

That's enough.

Su Yuan stood up from the chair.

He walked to the car window, put his hands behind his back, and looked out at the silent void.

The law-based dust was still slowly falling, refracting the high-dimensional frequencies of seven colors.

Very beautiful.

Like the last clear day before a storm.

"Announcement of the start of the hunting grounds."

Su Yuan's voice was not loud.

However, every single word is synchronously transmitted to every inch of the train's body structure via its neural network.

"The area, centered on us, is... 500 kilometers in radius."

hum-

The Emperor's Path Devourer emitted a deep, resonant hum filled with satisfaction and anticipation.

At the bottom of the vehicle, countless dark gold nodes lit up simultaneously, releasing a visible pulse wave of law.

The pulse wave spread outwards at an extremely fast speed, and wherever it passed, the background color of the void itself changed—from a vast expanse of pitch black to a very faint, almost imperceptible dark gold hue.

The space remains unchanged.

The matter itself hasn't changed.

But the "rules" have changed.

From this moment on, this void region with a diameter of one thousand kilometers is no longer a no-man's land.

It is the hunting ground of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

five minutes.

Four minutes.

three minutes.

The carriage was eerily quiet.

Wang Hu squatted in the corner, the mechanical arm's fingers tapping incessantly on his thigh, a habitual action he took when nervous.

He wanted to say something to ease the tension, but after glancing at Su Yuan's retreating figure, he kept his mouth shut.

The eldest brother stood by the window, his back relaxed, his shoulders straight, his hands clasped behind his back.

I couldn't see his expression.

But that silhouette itself is a calming agent.

Two minutes.

The data in the sensing array began to fluctuate wildly.

The fluctuations of the six-strand rule have entered a range that can be precisely tracked.

The sound of the small fire tightened every string.

"Master. Two minutes. The signal sources are distributed in six directions, arranged at equal angles..."

He paused for a moment.

"It's an encirclement formation."

Su Yuan did not turn around.

"As expected."

One minute.

Thirty seconds.

The void began to tremble.

It is not a physical vibration.

It is existence itself that is in a cold war.

Su Yuan clearly felt that every scale, every vine, and every bone of the train beneath his feet was simultaneously transmitting the same signal.

Something's coming.

Very big.

Very strong.

ten seconds.

The void was torn open.

It's not a crack.

It is the Six Realms.

Six enormous, law-based fissures, perpendicular to the spatial plane, appeared almost simultaneously in six directions at the edge of the hunting ground.

Each crack was hundreds of kilometers wide, with twisted remnants of high-dimensional energy churning at its edges, as if something had used brute force to tear open the curtain of the universe from six directions simultaneously.

Then they came out.

First came the sound.

It wasn't a roar, it wasn't a howl.

It is a kind of resonance.

Hundreds of laws with completely different frequencies vibrated together, forming a complex wave that penetrated the soul. That wave did not act on the eardrums, but instead resonated directly at the cognitive level of every conscious being.

Translate into a language.

That was a single word.

"hunting."

Then, they emerged from the six cracks.

It has no physical form.

Or rather, their form is the law itself.

Each one is a giant creature woven from pure high-dimensional laws.

Their outlines constantly changed in Su Yuan's perception; one second they resembled dogs, the next wolves, and the next abstract geometric shapes that didn't exist in any known species database. The only constant was the chilling, oppressive aura of law emanating from them.

Hundreds.

Densely packed.

The creatures of law that emerged from the six rifts formed a huge encirclement at the edge of the hunting grounds.

High-dimensional hound.

Su Yuan's "All Things Return to One" completed the analysis immediately.

Their laws are unlike anything encountered before. They are not products of natural evolution, but rather "written" by humans.

The author's rules are of an extremely high level.

Su Yuan's gaze swept over the hunting dogs, finally settling on the lead dog at the very front of the encirclement.

The lead dog was nearly ten times larger than the others.

Its "body" is composed of densely packed, self-weaving and self-deconstructing threads of law, with the frequency of each thread changing at an extremely high speed, creating a dizzying flicker.

But what really caught Su Yuan's attention was not its size.

It's the "scent" of the laws emanating from its body.

The law of causality has been annihilated.

Su Yuan narrowed his eyes.

He pondered the underlying logic of that fluctuation.

The lead dog didn't wait for him to finish tasting it.

It moved.

There was no running start, no power build-up.

Its "existence" location jumped abruptly—in the previous frame it was 500 kilometers away from the edge of the hunting ground, and in the next frame it appeared less than 30 kilometers away from the Emperor's Path Devourer.

It's not teleportation.

It is a falsification of cause and effect.

It skips the process of "moving from point A to point B" and only retains the result of "already at point B".

Then it opened its mouth.

If that ever-expanding vortex of laws can be called a "mouth".

"Waaaaah——————"

A low-frequency resonance wave, almost imperceptible, was released from the center of the vortex, carrying with it an intense, almost solidified, fluctuation of the "Cyclical Annihilation" law, and crashed down on the Emperor's Path Devourer.

It is not an offensive substance.

It is not an attack energy.

It is attacking the causal chain of the Emperor's Path Devourer's "existence at this moment and in this location" itself.

If this attack hits.

The Emperor's Path: Devourer will not be destroyed.

It "never appeared".

Because its existence erases the cause and effect.

Working backward from the result to the cause—if the result "The Emperor's Path: Devourer is here" no longer exists, then all the causes that led to this result will also be eliminated in a chain reaction.

chain.

Unlimited chain.

Until every trace this train left in the universe is wiped clean.

The law-annihilation wave reached the train's exterior at an unimaginable speed.

Little Fire's eyes had barely had time to widen.

"host--"

His voice trailed off.

It wasn't interrupted.

His control panel disappeared.

No, that's not right.

The control panel is still there.

But the data above is gone.

All the data.

The screen is on and the backlight is working properly, but the display area is completely blank.

It's not a black screen.

The information that was originally displayed above—speed, energy, defense index—has been erased.

The causal link of the information has been severed.

The causal chain between "data generation" and "data display" is severed, resulting in the data existing at the underlying level but unable to be presented on the panel in any form.

This is just the beginning.

next second.

Wang Hu glanced down at his robotic arm.

The robotic arm is still there.

But my fingers stopped moving.

He tried to clench his fist.

The signal has been sent.

But the fingers did not execute the command.

The causal link between "the brain sending a clenching signal" and "the fingers completing the clenching action" is broken.

The instruction and its execution were separated into two completely unrelated independent events.

"Hold……"

Wang Hu's curses died in his throat.

He saw his robotic arm begin to flicker.

It's there one second, gone the next.

It came back the next second.

But each time I returned, the location was different. Left shoulder, right shoulder, waist, back—exactly the same as last time in the chess player's subspace.

The treasure chest of the God of Wealth also malfunctioned.

The treasure chest in its arms was visibly "altering history"—the original patterns on the chest had disappeared, the style of the clasp had changed, and the color had changed from dark gold to patina, as if the treasure chest had been altered to a version on another timeline.

The money-guarding spirit stared at its unrecognizable treasure chest, the color draining from its fat face at a visible speed.

"My...my suitcase..."

Its sound trembled like a leaky organ.

The situation is more serious with the small fire.

His golden vertical pupils lost focus—not because of fear, but because the neural connections between him and the train were being severed one by one by cause and effect.

The core data stream, which should have been running smoothly, became fragmented, with large chunks of instructions disappearing into thin air during transmission.

"Master!" Little Fire's voice changed, becoming hoarse.

"The train's core system... is being interfered with! The entire causal chain between issuing and executing commands has been severed! I cannot issue any valid commands!"

He gritted his teeth, his fingers frantically sliding across the blank panel, but each input was like a stone thrown into a bottomless pit—gone without return.

"This is no ordinary attack! They are severing the causal connection between us and the world!"

The brain commands the hand to move, but the hand remains still.

The eyes see the image, but the brain doesn't process it.

All causal links are being dismantled one by one.

It's like someone is disassembling a precision instrument—not smashing it, but unscrewing every single screw, unplugging every single wire, leaving all the parts scattered on the ground intact, but never being able to put them back together.

This is more terrifying than direct destruction.

Because you are not damaged, you are just "no longer functioning".

On the perimeter, the remaining hundreds of high-dimensional hounds began to slowly tighten their encirclement.

They did not rush to attack.

The causal annihilation of the lead dog has already begun. All we need to do is wait.

Once the cause and effect of the Emperor's Path Devourer's existence "exists here" are completely stripped away.

Then it will vanish silently, like a dream that never existed.

Not even a fragment will remain.

The air inside the carriage was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Wang Hu knelt on the ground, the mechanical arm repeatedly bouncing between his back and left leg. His face was ashen, and his lips trembled.

It's not that he's never seen anything like it.

But the previous big scenes were at least "fighting". You hit me, I hit you, the winner lives, the loser dies, simple and brutal.

But what about this one?

There wasn't even a "hit".

It doesn't hit you. It just makes you "never exist".

This kind of death made a man who made a living by his fists feel true despair.

"Boss..."

Wang Hu's voice was hoarse.

"This time... there's really no way to escape, is there?"

Su Yuan stood by the window.

A wave of causal annihilation also appeared around his body.

The hem of her clothes appeared and disappeared intermittently.

The color of the hair is changing alternately.

Even the nail on his left index finger disappeared for two seconds and then reappeared.

But he didn't move.

He's watching.

The dark golden light in the left eye was dimmed, while the pure white light in the right eye converged into an extremely fine and bright spot.

The analysis of the One Who Reaches the Unity of All Things is scanning the law fluctuations of annihilation of causality with unprecedented precision.

layer.

Two layers.

Three floors.

Twelve floors.

The twelve-layered nested structure of laws, each layer executing a different logic of causal manipulation. The outermost layer is responsible for severing physical causality, the second layer for severing informational causality, the third layer for severing spatial causality... all the way to the core twelfth layer—severing the causality of "existence" itself.

Precision.

Extremely precise.

So precise that after Su Yuan had completely analyzed the structure, he let out a soft hum through his nose.

It's not about looking down on someone.

It is appreciation.

"Well written."

He spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was unusually clear in the quiet carriage.

"Twelve layers of nested causal relationships, with each layer having a logical self-consistency of over 99%. The person who compiled this system must have a causal understanding of at least the tenth order."

He raised his right hand.

The jet-black "elephant" brand on his palm suddenly lit up.

Pure white light burst forth from the center of the brand, intertwining, merging, and blending with the dark gold imperial scepter pattern spreading from the left hand in mid-air.

He forcibly mixed together two completely contradictory forces once again.

"But you forgot one thing."

Su Yuan's voice turned cold.

A band of light, interwoven with pure white and dark gold, spread from his hands, seeping along the center console into the train's underlying structure, covering every nerve cord of the entire train in less than half a second.

An invisible web of concepts suddenly took shape one meter from the outer shell of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

That net had no physical form.

There are no energy fluctuations.

Its essence is a concept.

Four words.

"I am the rule."

The law of causality annihilation surged to the edge of the net.

Like waves crashing against a dam.

No.

It's even more decisive than crashing into a dam.

Because the dam will at least cause some splashing.

The fluctuations that caused causality to annihilate vanished the moment they came into contact with that web of concepts.

It wasn't blocked.

It wasn't a rebound.

They were ignored.

It's like someone confidently telling you "you don't exist," and you replying, "What you said doesn't exist."

A contradiction.

Su Yuan forged a paradox within the chess player's game: "I am the rule, your rule does not exist."

When the enemy's causal law declares that you "never existed," this contradictory concept directly denies the existence of the "declaration" itself.

Your theory of causality?

does not exist.

Your annihilation?

does not exist.

you?

does not exist.

—But Su Yuan exists.

Because he is the rule.

The web of concepts operates silently.

All causal annihilation fluctuations within a one-meter radius around the train were cut off, denied, and cleared to zero.

On the control panel in front of Xiao Huo, the data returned.

On the blank screen, numbers appeared line by line, as if they had been erased with an eraser and then rewritten with a pencil.

Speed, energy, defense index, hunting ground parameters—all information has been restored.

"!"