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Su Yuan's voice echoed across the boundless chessboard.

Each syllable traversed a grid of light-years, passed through the lines of billions of black dots, and crossed the black horizon formed by karmic fire.

Finally, it landed on the throne formed from the collapsed galaxy in the farthest distance.

The "king" on the throne did not answer.

On that face, which was exactly the same as Su Yuan's, there was no anger, no contempt, not even any expression.

He simply raised one finger slightly.

Pure black.

There were no fingerprints. No knuckle lines. The surface of that finger was so smooth it didn't seem like flesh; it was more like a scepter forged from condensed nothingness.

forward.

A light swipe.

Just this one action.

There wasn't even a whisper of wind.

But the chessboard moved.

The front row.

The "black pawns" array, neatly arranged on the black dark matter grid, took their first step in unison the very second the finger was swiped.

boom.

It wasn't footsteps.

It was the sound of stars shattering.

Each black soldier was so enormous that the word "enormous" lost its meaning. Their bodies were formed with the density of a collapsing neutron star, and their surfaces were covered with the most primordial black law inscriptions. With each step, the squares beneath their feet—those white squares paved with the remnants of starlight—were like thin ice meeting a steam-powered road roller.

broken.

It shattered with a crash.

The last rays of the star were trampled into dust, scattering into the void, transforming into fleeting, faint fireflies.

First row. Second row. Third row.

The black pawns moved in perfect unison. Not fast. In fact, one could say very slow. But that slowness wasn't hesitation; it was absolute confidence that "crushing doesn't require speed."

Each step they take carries with it an innate law written into the bottom layer of the chessboard.

"Absolutely crushing."

A literal and absolute crushing victory.

Everything in front of the Black Pawn, whether it be matter, energy, or the laws themselves, will be automatically reduced to the lowest level of existence the moment they arrive, and then trampled into nothingness.

This is not an attack.

This is the definition.

The soldier was used to crush things.

Nothing is allowed to live in the direction we are moving forward.

Hundreds of millions of black pawns advance simultaneously.

Looking from the other end of the chessboard, it's not an army marching; it's the horizon of the entire universe moving toward you.

A black tsunami that swept everything away.

Boundless.

Boundless.

Unstoppable.

The shield of the Emperor's Path Devourer began to make a sound when the Black Soldier Formation took its seventh step.

It wasn't attacked.

It is a heavy burden at the conceptual level.

There are still several light-years between them. But the law of "absolute crushing" doesn't care about distance. Its effective range is "within the sight of the black pawns." As soon as they see you, the crushing has already begun.

"Crunch—crunch—crunch crunch—"

The obsidian scales trembled. It wasn't a physical vibration, but rather the structural laws that made up the scales being forced to descend in dimensionality under the immense pressure of "absolute crushing."

The shield's humming rapidly increased from a low frequency to a high frequency.

harsh.

sharp.

The sound was like grinding a piece of glass on a grinding wheel, turning the volume up to the maximum, and then stuffing it into your ears.

Inside the train carriage.

Wang Hu's robotic arm couldn't hold on any longer.

"Crack!"

Sparks flew from the joint of his shoulder. The electronic components were overloaded, each part being compressed into its dimension by the immense pressure of that concept. His fingers began to spasm uncontrollably, the metal knuckles emitting a series of clanging sounds.

He knelt on the ground, his mechanical arm supporting him, the veins on his forehead bulging so high they looked like they were about to burst.

The treasure-guarding spirit, along with the treasure chest, was pressed down onto the floor.

The newly grown dark golden runes on the surface of the treasure chest flickered wildly, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, teetering on the verge of collapse. The treasure-guarding spirit's two short legs were trapped between the lid of its own treasure chest, its whole body curled up like a pancake, its mouth pressed against the floor, its eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

It didn't even have the strength to play dead.

Because the act of "playing dead" also requires a minimum dimension of existence to support it, and that dimension is being compressed.

Xiao Huo lay on the control panel.

Blood seeped from his golden vertical pupils.

It wasn't a ruptured capillary. It was that his sensory system was backfired when he forcibly analyzed the laws and structure of the black pawn formation. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of his eyeballs, and golden blood seeped from the cracks, dripping down his cheeks onto the panel.

He didn't wipe it.

His ten fingers were still nailed to the panel. The core system was being stripped of its functional modules layer by layer under the heavy weight of the concept, and he was using his last strength to keep the basic operation running.

"Master..." His voice sounded like it was coming from a nearly broken radio, broken and filled with static. "Shield... twenty seconds left..."

He didn't say "I can last another twenty seconds".

Because he wasn't sure if he could last for twenty seconds.

Billions of light-years away.

Interstellar Arbitration Tribunal Headquarters.

The eleven highest elders observed everything happening at that distant coordinate in fragments through the remaining links of law ripples.

The elderly man in the third seat stood at the edge of the judge's bench. His hands gripped the armrests, his knuckles white.

"It's over." His voice was soft, as if he were stating a fact that had always been destined.

The old man in the fifth seat sat there, his hands crossed on his knees, his face ashen.

"The black army on the chessboard is a manifestation of a higher-dimensional chess game. Each piece carries the innate privileges bestowed by the chessboard. The crushing power of a single 'pawn' is enough to flatten an entire mid-sized star system."

He closed his eyes briefly.

"A billion pawns advancing simultaneously... No matter how unreasonable that paradoxical entity is, facing this level of force alone—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the screen on the quantum monitoring interface has changed.

That tiny train, not even a pixel on a chessboard.

When faced with that black tsunami that swept across the universe.

There was no retreat.

There is no defense.

There was no attempt to dodge.

It's laughing.

No.

It's the people inside that are laughing.

Inside the train carriage.

Su Yuan's laughter welled up from deep in his throat.

It wasn't a smile. It wasn't a sneer. It wasn't a bitter smile.

It was that kind of pure, unrestrained, manic laughter that came from the very marrow of one's bones.

Laughter exploded under the weight of the concept, yet it was not crushed.

Instead, it got louder and louder.

They're getting increasingly outrageous.

It's getting crazier and crazier.

"OK--!"

Su Yuan stepped on the engine push rod.

It's not about stepping on someone.

It's smashing.

The power of the entire leg exploded from the hip joint, and the heel carried a pure violence of "I'm fucking going to charge forward", directly blasting the push rod from the normal position into the overload range.

Two of the metal clips on the push rod base were knocked off by this kick.

The pitcher plant's engine emitted a sound that shouldn't belong to any engine.

The sound wasn't a roar.

It was a roar.

It was a low growl, filled with bloodlust, squeezed from the deepest part of a beast that had been caged for too long and suddenly smelled blood.

The entire train trembled violently at the roar.

Su Yuan slammed his hands on the control panel.

Ten fingers pressed into the metal panel.

My fingertip sank in halfway.

On his palm, the "elephant" character, interwoven with dark gold, pure white, and jet black, fully bloomed in that instant. The afterglow of the laws of the three colors spread from his palm along his arm to his shoulder, then from his shoulder to his neck, and finally into his eyes.

The left eye is dark gold.

The right eye is pure white.

The dark crack in the very center of the iris suddenly tore open to the corner of the eye.

All three colors burn simultaneously.

"Golden Plague"

An instruction.

The dark golden spores that had been dormant in the living space beneath the train instantly awakened. Billions, billions, tens of billions. They surged from every pore of the train's undercarriage, spreading into a visible dark golden mist in the void.

"Bone frenzy".

The second instruction.

The train was filled with the sound of dense bone growth. It was like the cracking sound of ice expanding tenfold on a lake on a winter night. Dark golden bone structures grew wildly from the dark golden veins of the train body, layer upon layer covering the obsidian scales, turning the entire train into an ancient behemoth covered in bone spurs and armor.

But that's not the scariest part.

The most terrifying part is the front of the car.

The front of the Emperor's Path Devourer was originally the mouth of a giant beast that was half-closed.

At this moment, under the dual infusion of the golden plague and the bone frenzy, that gigantic maw began a reorganization that sent chills down the spines of all observers.

The obsidian armor peels off layer by layer.

It didn't fall off.

It was actively disassembled and then rewoven.

Each scale was stretched, twisted, and recast by dark golden threads of law, interlocking with the super-dense skeleton grown from the bone frenzy, and then assimilated at the molecular level by the spores of the golden plague.

The three forces merge into one at the front of the car.

Five seconds later.

A gaping maw of abyss, woven from three materials—dark gold law, obsidian scales, and ultra-dense bone—took shape at the front of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

The angle at which the giant mouth opened exceeded 120 degrees.

The inner wall of the mouth was covered with dense, inward-growing bony barbs. Each barb had a three-colored pattern flowing across its surface, and its base was connected to a thick, dark golden vine.

The train's appearance at this moment has completely deviated from the definition of a "train".

It is a head.

His mouth was open.

They are charging forward.

A colossal beast from the abyss.

Little Fire's consciousness swayed precariously, gripping the edge of the control panel amidst the conceptual pressure and the overloaded roar of the pitcher plant engine.

He saw the speed panel.

The numbers are soaring.

This is not ordinary acceleration.

It is a law-level acceleration after the causal privilege "Absolute Straight Line" is relaunched.

Between two points, a straight line can be reached, with no barriers to obstruct it.

The bony ram of the Emperor's Path Devourer gleamed with a bloodthirsty cold light under the reflection of the flames of law, pointing directly at the front of the Black Soldier Army.

Su Yuan sat back in the driver's seat.

No.

More accurately, he threw himself into the driver's seat.

Leaning back in the chair.

Legs crossed.

The curve of his lips was stretched to an exaggerated degree.

"The food is served."

The train crashed into it.

There was no detour.

There was no probing.

There was no tactical consideration whatsoever.

It's the most primitive, the most brutal, the most unreasonable—a head-on collision.

The Emperor's Path Devourer transformed into a dark golden streak of light so violently it distorted all spatial coordinates along its path, plunging headlong into the frontal formation of the Black Soldier Army.

The three black soldiers in the front row were the first to react.

Their core law, "Absolute Crushing," was instantly activated. The pitch-black pressure of the law poured down on the train, attempting to compress this overconfident and insignificant creation into nothingness before even making contact.

Then they died.

He died cleanly and decisively.

The moment they made contact, the gaping maw at the front of the Emperor's Path Devourer opened to its limit. Tens of thousands of bony barbs protruded from the inner wall of the mouth, each tip of which was wrapped in the dark edge of the power of "negation".

The barbs pierced the body of the first black soldier.

The "negation" takes effect.

The innate law of "absolute crushing" instantly fails at the area penetrated by the barbs. It's not that it's suppressed; it's that the concept of "crushing" ceases to exist at the point of contact between the barbs.

The law of vacuum.

Just half a second of vacuum of laws.

That's enough.

Dark golden vines burst forth from the barbed roots, expanding wildly along the vacuum region and burrowing into the Black Soldier's core law matrix. Within 0.3 seconds, the spores of the Golden Plague devoured the entire core law code of the Black Soldier, decomposing it into the most basic high-dimensional energy fragments.

The fragments were swept away by the vines.

It flows into the car body.

It flows into the pitcher plant engine.

It took less than two seconds from contact to complete absorption.

The second one.

The third one.

Then comes the tenth one.

The thirtieth.

The fiftieth.

The Emperor's Path Devourer charged rampaging through the ranks of the Black Soldier Army.

Wherever the abyss's maw passed, the black soldiers were like wax figures thrown into a furnace. Their shells were pierced by bony barbs, their laws were nullified by the power of negation, their cores were hollowed out by dark gold vines, and their remains were decomposed and absorbed by the golden plague.

The entire process was so smooth that it was almost industrialized.

Pierce. Deny. Hollow out. Absorb.

Four steps.

Each black pawn moves four steps.

The speed is accelerating. Because with each statue consumed, the vines become thicker, the spores denser, and the coverage of the power of negation wider.

The positive cycle has begun again.

Su Yuan's forte is the positive cycle.

A passage was forcibly torn open within the impenetrable array of black pieces. On either side of that passage lay the crumbling remains of black pawns and countless fragments of law flying everywhere. Dark golden vines weaved through the debris, greedily catching every stray energy fragment.

No waste.

Not a single bite is wasted.

On Xiao Huo's control panel, the energy value is fluctuating.

Metal energy is increasing. Core fragment energy is increasing. Residual concentration of laws is increasing.

Everything is going up.

He doesn't look at the specific numbers anymore. It's pointless anyway. They're jumping around too fast; his eyes can't keep up.

Wang Hu lay face down on the floor, his face pressed against the cold metal.

The conceptual pressure actually lessened after the train charged into the enemy formation. This was because the train had entered the interior of the black pawns' formation, and the effect of "absolute crushing" at close range would actually cause friendly fire, thus automatically narrowing the coverage area.

He struggled to lift his head, using the still-sparking mechanical arm to prop himself up and look out the nearest car window.

Then his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The scene outside the window can no longer be described as "battle".

That's a slaughterhouse.

One-sided.

Hundreds of black pawns lined up along the train's path, waiting to die. It wasn't that they didn't want to resist. It was that the train was moving too fast. The "absolute straight movement" granted by the privilege of causality allowed the Emperor's Path Devourer to exceed the upper limit of all physical constants within this chessboard space.

The black soldiers can sense the threat.

But before they could react, the abyssal maw had already crushed them.

Wang Hu slowly pulled his head back in.

It's not that I don't want to watch.

I felt that continuing to watch it would be bad for my values.

Billions of light-years away.

Inside the domed hall of the Interstellar Arbitration Tribunal headquarters.

There was silence for a full five seconds.

Then the old man in the third seat made a sound that was very inconsistent with his status.

"hiss--"

I gasped.

A pure, uncontrollable gasp.

His finger trembled as he pointed at the dark golden dot on the quantum monitoring interface, which was rampaging and feasting among the black pawns.

"Is he...eating?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone saw it.

The seventh-ranking female elder covered her mouth with both hands. Not from shock. From physical nausea.

That scene was too...violent.

The army of higher-dimensional chess pieces represents an unstoppable, ultimate crushing force within the cognitive system of the entire known universe. They are the embodiment of the chessboard, the material manifestation of the "King's" will, and the absolute predators standing at the top of the food chain of laws.

No one ever considered them prey.

there has never been.

But now some madman is treating them like a buffet on an assembly line.

And he also has a very good appetite.

The faster you eat, the faster you eat.

The elderly man in the fifth seat sat on the judge's bench. He had previously said, "This is a natural disaster."

Now he wants to take back what he said.

Natural disasters at least have a period of time to stop.

This thing won't stop.

Because the more it eats, the stronger it becomes. The stronger it becomes, the more it can eat.

This is a positive cycle with no end.

"He's gone mad." His lips were cracked, and his voice was hoarse. "Completely mad."

On the chessboard.

The underlying logic of the Black camp has finally reacted.

Behind the formation of billions of black soldiers, two silent, colossal beings slowly raised their "heads".

Black elephant.

If the size of a black pawn is comparable to that of a star.

So the size of a black elephant is that of a galaxy cluster.

Two statues.

It moves slowly across the dark matter squares on both sides of the chessboard.

In chess, the bishop moves diagonally.

The rule of "moving diagonally" is visually represented on the chessboard as two jet-black beams of light emanating from the core of the black bishop, cutting into the void along a precise 45-degree diagonal.

Two beams of light.

Two directions.

From left and right.

The passage leading to the Emperor's Path Devourer was converging.

"Absolute diagonal blockade".

The inherent privileges of black elephants.

Everything on the diagonal, whether matter or law, will be redefined as "penetrable" and then penetrated.

The two beams of light resembled two giant scissors spanning the universe.

cross.

close.

Target precisely locked.

All of the Emperor's Path Devourer's evasion space and timeline were completely locked in the three seconds before the scissors closed.

"Owner!"

Xiao Huo's shrill scream pierced through all the noise inside the carriage.

A red warning box he'd never seen before popped up on his panel. The entire box was flashing wildly, at a frequency so high it would trigger an epileptic seizure.

"Diagonal blockade! Two directions! They will converge in three seconds! Coverage area—"

He swallowed a mouthful of blood. The control panel was covered in golden blood seeping from his eyeballs.

"Infinity."

Infinity.

When he uttered those two words, there was an absurd despair in them.

three seconds.

He raised his head and looked at Su Yuan.

Su Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

His right hand reached into a pocket in the void in front of him, a pocket that only he could see.

Storage space.

I touched it with my finger for two seconds.

Then he took out a chess piece.

White.

Horse-shaped.

The surface is decorated with patterns of dark gold, pure white, and jet black.

It was just dyed white not long ago. It's still warm.

Su Yuan glanced at the white horse chess piece.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

Then he shoved it into the core slot right in the center of the control panel.

"Click".

The sound of the chess piece sinking into the slot was crisp and short.

All the red warnings on the panel disappeared in that one second.

Instead, a line of gold lettering was displayed.

[Rule Jump: Activated.]

two seconds.

Seven tenths of a second before the two black beams of light of law intersected and merged.

The Emperor's Path Devourer flashed in place.

Then it disappeared.

It's not about accelerating your departure. It's not about spatial jumps. It's not about dimensional folding.

It is "jump".

The horse leaps.

Ignore everything in between and go directly to the target square.

The two beams of light of law intersected and merged at the location where the Emperor's Path Devourer disappeared, completely shredding all the things in that space—including a large number of black soldier remains that had not yet been consumed—into fragments of law.

If the train were still there, not even ashes would remain.

But the train wasn't there.

The black army's formation experienced a brief, almost negligible period of disarray the moment they lost their target.

This chaos lasted only 0.3 seconds in the square formation of billions of black pieces before being immediately corrected by the error-correcting mechanism of the underlying rules of the chessboard.

But 0.3 seconds is enough.

Because the Emperor's Path Devourer appeared directly above one of the black elephants.

overhead.

It's accurate to the millimeter level.

It's right on the top of the black elephant's head.

The black elephant's reaction speed is not slow. As a high-dimensional chess piece at the chessboard level, its perception range covers an entire galaxy cluster. It can react within 0.01 seconds to even see a speck of dust appear on its surface.

But "rule jump" is not movement.

Movement involves a process. It has a trajectory. It has speed.

There was no jump.

It's not there in the previous frame, but it's there in the next. There's no process in between.

So when the Black Elephant's perception system detected the Emperor's Path Devourer appearing above it, its core law, "Absolute Diagonal Blockade," was still being applied to the location of the Black Soldier wreckage a kilometer away.

There wasn't time to turn around.

Su Yuan stood up from the driver's seat.

He didn't speak. He didn't shout. He didn't declare anything.

They only walked to the top hatch of the carriage.

The hatch was newly opened by Xiao Huo after the train was upgraded to level eight. It was originally used for repairing external sensors.

Su Yuan now uses it as an entrance and exit.

He stood at the edge of the hatch.

Below my feet is the roof of the Emperor's Journey Devourer.

Above my head was an endless chessboard of empty space.

And beneath him—hundreds of light-years below—lies the "top" of a black elephant whose size rivals that of a galaxy cluster.

wind.

There should be no wind in the void.

But the clash of laws created something like wind around him. The chaotic fragments of laws brushed against his face, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.

Su Yuan raised his right hand.

Palm.

The three-color branding exploded in that instant.

It is not blooming.

It was a blast.

A dark golden skeleton of laws erupted from his palm, growing and extending in the void at an incredible speed. Pure white creative flesh followed closely behind, filling every crevice of the skeleton, giving it mass and form. Finally, a jet-black skin of denial covered the outermost layer, enveloping all aggression in that cold, unquestionable, absolute violence of "you do not exist."

three seconds.

A giant hammer.

It condensed and took shape in the void above the Emperor's Path Devourer.

The diameter of the hammerhead exceeds two hundred kilometers.

The dark gold skeleton supports the structure, the pure white flesh provides the mass, and the pitch-black negation gives meaning.

The three types of force patterns intertwine, merge, and merge on the surface of the hammerhead, emanating an ultimate sense of destruction that makes all beings that observe it instinctively want to retreat.

Su Yuan gripped the hammer handle with his right hand.

The giant hammer of laws, condensed in the void, was connected to his palm by a thin, three-colored thread.

He gripped it tightly.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Then--

down.

All the power.

All violence.

All "negations".

Condensed in a single hammer blow.

Smashed it down.

The black elephant finally completed its law-based shift one-tenth of a second before the giant hammer fell. Its "absolute diagonal blockade" was aimed directly upwards—at Su Yuan.

late.

When the hammerhead of the Tricolor Law Hammer touched the first layer of law shield atop the Black Elephant's head, the pitch-black denial layer took effect first.

The "lockdown" no longer exists.

The diagonal blockade that Black Elephant had just activated was instantly erased from the definition level at the area where the hammer face made contact.

Then the hammer pierced through the first layer of shield.

The second layer.

The third layer.

The seventh floor.

The twelfth floor.

Each layer was nullified by the power of negation. The remnants of each layer were recoded into a "destructible structure" by the pure white power of creation. Then, the pure physical mass provided by the dark golden skeleton crushed it.

Conceptual reset.

Definition rewriting.

Physical crushing.

Three steps.

Decisive. Swift. Brutal.

The giant hammer pierced through all of the black elephant's defensive layers and smashed into its core law matrix.

A mournful cry.

It resounded throughout the entire universe.

It wasn't a sound wave at the physical level. It was a resonance of laws. It was the final, desperate, dying tremor emitted by a high-dimensional chess piece that had existed for countless epochs, at the moment its core shattered, reaching the entire network of laws.

The wail pierced through the dimensional barrier.

It has traversed the river of time.

It penetrated all barriers, both those that could be penetrated and those that could not.

It was heard by all beings in the known universe who possess the ability to perceive the laws.

Then the black elephant shattered.

Start from the core.

The cracks spread outwards from its very center in all directions. From the cracks of each crack, a tri-colored, interwoven light of law-corroding energy surged forth.

two seconds.

A black elephant whose size rivals that of a galaxy cluster.

It collapsed with a crash.

It shattered into countless black crystal dust particles representing the laws of nature.

The sight of those crystal dust particles drifting in the void could almost be described as "magnificent".

If you ignore the dark gold vines that are frantically devouring the crystal dust.

The chessboard fell silent.

The advance of the massive army of trolls has come to a halt.

It wasn't a stop order that was received.

The underlying error correction mechanism of the chessboard detected an anomaly that should not have occurred the second the black elephant fell—the number of pieces on the chessboard decreased.

Higher-dimensional pieces are part of the chessboard. They should not be destroyed. Theoretically, they are "indestructible".

But now one is missing.

The rule correction mechanism experienced a brief period of logical confusion.

This chaos spread to every black piece, causing a gap in their action commands for 0.5 seconds.

A 0.5-second gap is nothing in an ordinary battle.

But on this chessboard...

In front of Su Yuan.

0.5 seconds is an era.

Deep in the universe.

Those ancient beings who peered through the dimensional rift collectively emitted a tremor at the level of consciousness.

It's not a sound.

It's a fluctuation.

It is countless ancient wills that span dimensions and time and space that generate the same emotion in the same second.

incredible.

Pure, unreserved, and unbelievable.

The high-dimensional being lurking at the edge of the collapsing galaxy stared wide-eyed, its enormous eyes, composed of nebulae, wide open. Its pupils—if the swirling mass of plasma could be considered pupils—alternated wildly between contraction and expansion.

It has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations.

I have witnessed the birth and destruction of galaxies.

I have witnessed the beginning and end of the dimensional war.

But it had never seen a chess piece on the board smashed to dust by an outsider who had intruded into the game.

This is not a battle.

This is a desecration of the rules.

Deeper still. The ancient will that had been awakened did not speak. It merely trembled slightly in the darkness.

The amount of information contained in that tremor was enough to overwhelm the information database of a civilization.

Translated into the simplest language, it only takes four words.

Very interesting.

Billions of light-years away.

Arbitration Tribunal Headquarters.

No one is sitting anymore.

All eleven supreme elders stood up.

Some were startled to their feet by the images on the quantum monitoring interface. Others were shaken to their feet by the resonance of the laws transmitted when the black elephant fell.

Several others simply had weak knees and stood up because they knew they would collapse on the dock if they didn't.

The elderly man in the third seat held onto the armrest, his mouth agape, forgetting to close it.

The seventh female elder buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders were trembling. It was impossible to tell whether she was crying or laughing.

The elderly man in the fifth seat stood in the very center of the judge's bench.

His hands hung at his sides.

I didn't have the strength to lift it.

He looked at the black law-based crystal dust drifting on the quantum monitoring interface, and the dark golden vines that were darting and devouring it.

He previously said, "This is a natural disaster."

Later, he changed his tune and said, "He's gone mad, completely mad."

He's not talking now.

Because his language system no longer has the vocabulary to describe the scene before him.

A human being who climbed up from a third-rate civilization.

He single-handedly entered the high-dimensional chess game.

Right under the nose of the "King".

Surrounded by a massive army of hundreds of millions.

The advanced chess pieces on the board were smashed into powder.

Then I ate it.

Not even a trace was left.

This is no longer a natural disaster.

Natural disasters, at least, operate within the framework of the laws of physics.

This thing has gone beyond all known frameworks.

The Supreme Judge stands on the highest bench.

The scepter was held in his hand.

It didn't fall this time.

But the hand that held the scepter was so white it was almost transparent.

He didn't speak.

He just watched.

Looking at the screen on the quantum monitoring interface.

The Emperor's Path Devourer hovered in the very center of the ocean of law-based crystal dust left behind after the Black Elephant's fall.

Dark gold vines gushing from the bottom of the vehicle were greedily devouring every speck of crystal dust.

The obsidian scales on the car body grow thicker with each meal. The patterns of law brighten by one degree. The engine's roar deepens by one degree.

It is evolving.

On the battlefield.

On the enemy's corpse.

Real-time evolution.

A deep hum emanated from the train's core system within the carriage. The hum carried a certain satisfied, content rhythm.

Xiao Huo glanced at the panel.

I didn't see the specific numbers.

I only glanced at the slope of the energy growth curve.

The curve was almost vertical.

He closed his eyes. Golden blood was still seeping from the corners of his eyes. But his expression was no longer one of fear or madness.

It's a weary, almost numb acceptance that comes after witnessing too many miracles.

Fine.

Whatever you want.

Eat whatever you like.

I won't ask anymore.

I can't understand it even if I ask.

Su Yuan stood on the roof of the car.

The Tricolor Law Hammer had disintegrated after the Black Elephant shattered. Fragments of dark gold, pure white, and jet black slowly drifted around it, casually swept away by passing vines.

Beneath his feet lay the last remaining core fragment of the Black Elephant. The fragment was larger than his entire body, and the inscriptions of laws on its surface were rapidly fading.

The vines are waiting underneath.

Su Yuan did not let them eat immediately.

He stepped on that piece of debris.

Then he raised his head.

His gaze swept past the massive army of billions of black dots that were still frozen in place.

They crossed the black horizon formed by karmic fire.

They crossed the boundless battle formations that instilled fear in the depths of one's soul simply by looking at them.

I looked towards the farthest point.

That throne formed from a collapsed galaxy.

The person sitting on the throne.

Su Yuan raised his right hand.

Extend your index finger.

It points to "King".

They are separated by an unknown number of light-years.

Separated by hundreds of millions of troops.

He spoke.

The sound wasn't loud.

But on this chessboard of galaxies, every word he uttered was clearly transmitted. It reached the core of every black piece. It reached the perception of the ancient beings peering from behind every dimensional rift. It reached the eardrums of the elders of the Arbitration Court billions of light-years away.

It penetrated into the deepest part of the "King's" consciousness.

"Feed".

Su Yuan's lips curled into a smile.

He revealed a row of gleaming white teeth.

"Your soldiers are just so-so."

He pointed with his index finger to the fading fragment of the black elephant core at his feet.

"Your elephant is nothing special."

It paused for a moment.

Move your finger upwards.

It focused on the pure black eyes on the throne.

"I want to taste the king's flavor."

"Would you mind coming down to say hello?"

The sound faded away.

On the boundless chessboard.

There was a three-second silence.

Then, the movement of the black-spot army, which had been halted due to the chaos of the law correction mechanism, did not resume within those three seconds.

Because another force suppressed the law's error correction mechanism.

A higher level of power.

From the throne.

Su Yuan's words reached the other end of the chessboard in five seconds.

On the throne of the collapsing galaxy.

That "king" who looks exactly like Su Yuan.

Moved.

He stood up.

He slowly and deliberately rose from the throne that contained the power to destroy countless galaxies.

His movements were very gentle.

So light that it left no mechanical marks on the squares beneath its feet.

But the instant he stood up, the underlying structure of the entire chessboard emitted a faint, almost inaudible tremor.

The meaning of that trembling sound is—authorization confirmation.

"Wang's" action permissions have been activated.

The millions of haters knelt down in unison at this trembling sound.

He wasn't forced to kneel.

It is an automatic kneeling at the level of laws.

Wang made a move.

A subject must bow his head.

This is the underlying setting of the chessboard.

The "King" on the throne stood there.

A pair of pure black eyes pierced through countless light-years and met Su Yuan's gaze.

An expression appeared on that face that looked exactly like Su Yuan's.

laugh.

It wasn't a sneer. It wasn't a mocking laugh. It wasn't a disdainful laugh.

It's that kind of...

He laughed even more wildly than Su Yuan.

A laugh even wilder than Su Yuan's.

More unrestrained, less concerned with anything, and more purely pure than Su Yuan—

laugh.

When that smile appeared on that face that looked exactly like Su Yuan's, it created an extremely eerie sense of incongruity.

It's like looking in a mirror.

But the person in the mirror is even crazier than you.

Then--

The king spoke.

Sound does not travel through any physical medium.

It exploded directly in Su Yuan's mind.

"You think that what you just ate...?"

There was a pause of half a second.

In that half-second, Su Yuan sensed something was amiss.

from within the body.

It comes from the depths of those massive, high-dimensional energies that flowed into the core after the black elephant was devoured.

Something is moving.

"Whose flesh is this?"

The moment the words left his mouth.

Su Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

in vivo.

The immense energy from the black elephants and black pawns that was just swallowed by the train—energy that had already been half-digested by the pitcher plant engine and should have become the most basic high-dimensional nutrients—

Blasted.

It's not an energy outburst.

It is a mutation.

The energy instantly transformed into countless pure black chains of law within Su Yuan's body.

Each chain was as thin as a hair. But the quantity—

Hundreds of millions.

They surged forth from the deepest part of the energy reservoir, flowing upstream along the energy circulation pipes, passing through the train's core, through the pitcher plant engine, and through those dark golden law conduits—

It surged into Su Yuan's body.

It rushed into his veins.

It surged into his bones.

It flooded into his brain.

It surged into the deepest part of the three-colored brand in his palm.

Pure black chains coiled wildly around his body. Each chain was engraved with the same line of inscription.

Su Yuan could see the inscription clearly.

Seven characters.

"Those who eat me are eaten by me."

The pure black chains began to assimilate his consciousness from within.

His tricolor branding surface was covered with dense black lines, which were spreading at a visible speed.

The dark gold has been corroded.

Pure white has been tainted.

Even the dark power of negation hesitated briefly before those chains—because the chains were the same color as it, the power of negation could not distinguish "which blacks were its own and which were the enemy's".

Su Yuan's body stiffened.

This was the first time since the start of the game that the man's body had become uncontrollably stiff.

I saw it on the panel.

The train's core system displayed a blood-red warning he had never seen before, with distorted font.

[WARNING - Core under internal assimilation attack - Source: Consumed energy - Assimilation progress: 7%...12%...19%...]

The numbers are moving.

Run upwards.

soon.

Xiao Huo's face completely lost its color.

"Owner!!"

The other end of the chessboard.

The "King" stood there.

Smiling.

The information contained in that smile was finally fully understood by Su Yuan in that instant.

That wasn't mockery.

It's the smile of a pig farmer when he sees the pigs he's raised finally grow to market size.

From the very beginning.

From the very first second of the Black Pawns' advance.

From the very first moment he "generously" allowed Su Yuan to devour those black pieces.

Those chess pieces are not an army.

It's bait.

It was a carefully prepared meal, coated with deadly poison, that was fed to Su Yuan.

The more you eat.

The deeper the poison penetrates.

For the first time, something that was neither confidence nor madness flashed in Su Yuan's eyes, which were dark gold on the left and pure white on the right.

What is that?

Wang Hu didn't see it clearly.

I didn't see the guardian spirit clearly.

Xiao Huo saw it clearly.

That was excitement.

More intense than ever before.

Even crazier.

An even more inexplicable excitement.

As the black chains relentlessly eroded the three-colored brand, Su Yuan's lips slowly, inappropriately, curled up little by little.

His lips moved.

The sound was very soft.

So softly that only he himself could hear it.

But every word seemed to be ground out from between teeth. It carried the stench of blood. It carried a sense of madness.

"You want to eat me from the inside?"

He looked down at the tricolor brand on his palm that was being eroded by black lines.

"We'll have to see..."

His eyes lit up at the same time.

The dark gold color in his left eye suddenly increased.

The right eye is pure white and rotating.

The dark crack in the middle—

Cracked.

It split from the iris to the corner of the eye.

The crack stretched from the corner of my eye to my temple.

Three colors gushed out from the crack at the same time, flowing down his cheeks.

It's not tears. It's the law of liquid.

"Whose stomach is bigger?"