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

The shattered chessboard fragments tumbled in the void.

Those squares formed by nebulae and the boundaries woven by the event horizon of black holes have now all turned into burning stardust meteor showers, trailing long tails of flame, whistling past on both sides of Su Yuan's field of vision.

There is no gravity.

There is no air.

Even the most basic spatial concepts like "up, down, left, and right" are collapsing.

Only two things remain.

The roar of the engines of the Emperor's Path Devourer.

And the abyssal aura emanating from the "King" was absolutely pitch black, capable of devouring all light.

Su Yuan stood on the roof of the train.

The obsidian scales beneath my feet were still trembling slightly, a result of the aftershocks from when the chessboard shattered.

He held the king-slaying spear in his hand.

The dark gold, pure white, and jet black patterns on the gun body were slowly flowing, like the pulsating blood vessels of a living creature.

The tip of the gun was aimed at the figure in the distance that had the same face as him.

The "King" stood in the void.

There was nothing underfoot.

But he just stood there, as steady as if he were standing on the ground.

He was carrying that blunt, heavy sword in his hand.

The sword is entirely black and does not reflect any light.

Because the light disappears when it reaches its surface.

It is not absorbed.

The concept of "light" is not allowed to exist within the area covered by the sword.

The two faced each other from a distance.

The distance is approximately three thousand kilometers.

But in terms of the rules, this distance is no different from being face-to-face.

The storm spun wildly in the space between the two.

That's not wind in the physical sense.

It is a conceptual turbulence generated when two completely opposing forces of law tear each other apart.

Su Yuan's three-color brand was glowing.

The king's pure black eyes were fixed on him.

Neither of them spoke first.

Because it is not needed.

Everything that needed to be said had already been said before the chessboard shattered.

Now there's only one thing left.

beat.

Fight until one side is completely eliminated.

The king moved.

There is no pre-animation.

There was no power buildup.

He simply took a step forward in the void.

Then he casually waved his hand.

It's such a simple action.

But the moment the sword was swung, Su Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw it.

Wherever the sword passed, the remnants of nebulae, causal lines, and even space itself disappeared silently.

It wasn't cut open.

It wasn't torn apart.

It directly transformed into blinding absolute nothingness.

The black fault line cleaved down on Su Yuan at faster-than-light speed.

It felt like someone had taken an eraser and rubbed it hard across the canvas of the universe.

The area that was wiped clean was completely empty.

Even the concept of "nothing left" is gone.

Inside the Emperor's Path: Devouring Wasteland.

Xiao Huo's pupils dilated to their maximum size in that instant.

"Owner!!"

His voice even changed tone.

Because he could clearly perceive the essence of that black fault line.

Erase.

Pure, absolute, and irrational erasure.

Anything it touches will be completely erased from the causal level.

It is not death.

It means "never existed".

Wang Hu pressed his face against the car window.

His robotic arm was frantically alarming, and all the sensors were screaming for him to escape.

But he can't escape.

Because Su Yuan had control of the train.

The money-guarding spirit has already stuffed itself entirely into the treasure chest.

The treasure chest lid was tightly shut.

It stopped looking.

I can't see a single thing.

Su Yuan stood on the roof of the car.

He watched as the black fault line cleaved down at faster-than-light speed.

Watching it grow bigger and closer in my field of vision.

Then he moved.

He swung the King-Slaying Spear with both hands.

There was no dodge.

There is no defense.

A head-on confrontation.

The moment the spear tip touched the sword, a blinding light burst forth, capable of piercing through dimensions.

The light was too bright.

The bright, golden vertical pupils were forcibly closed in that instant, and blood was everywhere beneath the eyelids.

The light shone on Wang Hu's robotic arm, causing all the optical sensors to burn out simultaneously, emitting black smoke.

The quantum monitoring interface of the arbitration tribunal, which was so bright it was billions of light-years away, went blank for three seconds.

Three seconds later.

The screen is restored.

The first thing everyone saw was the tip of the Kingslayer Spear disintegrating bit by bit.

The dark golden bone structure, like a candle melted by high temperature, peeled away, evaporated, and disappeared layer by layer.

The pure white, regenerating flesh inside the gun body frantically tried to repair itself, but the speed of repair was far slower than the speed of disintegration.

The pitch-black force of negation struggled desperately at the very tip of the spear, but before the absolute nothingness of the "King," even negation itself was negated.

The gun broke.

It broke off from the tip of the gun down to one-third of the way through the shaft.

The terrifying aftershocks swept across the train.

A large portion of the obsidian scales that the Emperor's Path Devourer was so proud of were instantly obliterated.

Two layers of bone armor on the right side of the front of the vehicle were shaved off.

The law conduit burst, and dark golden energy liquid gushed out from the crack like blood.

The carriage emitted a painful, metallic groan.

The sound was so shrill it made your teeth ache.

Su Yuan was violently forced back.

The skin on both arms, from the wrists to the shoulders, had all burst open.

When the blood spurted out, it wasn't liquid, but a mist.

Because the blood is shattered into molecular-level fragments by the aftershocks the moment it leaves the body.

He was sent flying backward and crashed into a bony protrusion on the roof of the train.

A "click" sound.

Three ribs were broken.

Su Yuan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was mixed with fragments of the three-colored laws.

Billions of light-years away.

Arbitration Tribunal Headquarters.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Eleven supreme elders stood in front of the quantum monitoring interface.

No one spoke.

The old man in the fifth seat closed his eyes.

His lips moved twice, and finally he managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"The gap is too big."

The sound was very soft.

So softly that even he himself could barely hear it.

"This is a dimensional reduction attack."

The elderly man in the third seat did not refute.

He just shook his head.

The movements are very slow.

Very heavy.

The female elder of the seventh seat looked away from the monitoring screen.

She couldn't bear to watch.

The Supreme Judge's fingers, gripping the scepter, were trembling.

He wanted to say something.

But he opened his mouth three times, without uttering a single word.

Because he knew.

It's no use saying anything now.

Deep within the dimensional rift.

Those ancient beings lurking in the deepest recesses of the universe are also observing this battle in their own ways.

A wave of consciousness emanated from some indescribable dimension.

"it's over."

Another fluctuation response.

"He has done enough."

"To be able to withstand a single sword strike from the 'King' is enough to be recorded in history."

"But that's all."

"With the next sword strike, he will vanish."

"Including his train."

"Together."

In the ruins of the chessboard.

The king sheathed his sword.

He glanced down at the blunt, heavy sword in his hand.

The sword was intact.

There wasn't even a scratch.

Then he looked up at the human in the distance who had been thrown back and crashed into the roof of the train, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.

A condescending indifference appeared on his face.

That expression wasn't one of anger.

It's not contempt.

It's something even more terrifying.

indifferent.

Pure, absolute indifference.

It's like a human stepping on an ant and then looking down at the ant's corpse.

There was no hatred.

There was no pleasure.

Just checking to make sure it's not crushed.

The voice of "King" rang directly in Su Yuan's mind.

It is not transmitted through the air.

It is achieved through the forced infusion of laws.

"This farce ends here."

The sound was very flat.

It's as flat as stating a fact.

"Your struggle is quite interesting."

"Your rate of evolution has indeed exceeded my expectations."

"But that's all."

The gap between you and me cannot be bridged by effort.

"That's a difference in dimensions."

"It's a fundamental difference."

"It is the difference in the 'form of existence' itself."

"Wang" gripped the bladeless heavy sword with both hands.

Raise it high.

The darkness of the entire universe was drawn in at that moment.

It's not a metaphor.

It means "the darkness of the entire universe" in the literal sense.

The void between all galaxies, the event horizons of all black holes, and all the corners where light cannot reach—all that pure, absolute blackness—is now converging towards the sword of "King".

The sword is expanding.

It gets thicker.

It gets longer.

It became bigger than a train.

It's bigger than a planet.

It's bigger than a galaxy.

Finally, the length of the sword's blade exceeded the diameter of three standard star systems.

The sword was aimed at Su Yuan.

It was aimed at the Emperor's Path Devourer.

The voice of "King" rang out again.

"With this sword strike..."

"You will be completely erased from the causal level."

No one will remember you.

"There will be no trace to prove that you ever existed."

"Even the things you eat will be stripped away in reverse."

"You will disappear completely."

"As if I had never been born."

The sword fell.

Faster than light.

It's faster than cause and effect.

That's not speed at the physical level.

It is a conceptual level of "instant arrival".

The sword's edge occupied the entire space in Su Yuan's field of vision.

The entire blade is black, from top to bottom, left to right, front to back.

There are no gaps.

There was no possibility of escape.

Inside the Emperor's Path: Devouring Wasteland.

Xiao Huo's fingers were gripping the control panel tightly.

His fingernails were digging into the metal.

"Owner……"

The voice was trembling.

Wang Hu knelt on the ground.

His robotic arm hung limply at his side, completely unresponsive.

The guardian spirit trembled inside the treasure chest.

It can sense it.

That absolute, irresistible aura of death is approaching at the speed of light.

arbitral tribunal.

The elderly man in the third seat closed his eyes.

"it's over."

He said it for the third time.

This time, no one refuted him.

Because everyone saw it.

The sword, larger than a galaxy, was slashing down at Su Yuan with unstoppable force.

The moment this sword fell, it marked the end of everything.

then.

Su Yuan smiled.

It's not a smile.

It wasn't a sneer.

It wasn't a bitter smile.

It was a maniacal laugh that surged from the deepest part of his throat, unrestrained to the extreme, with a strong, bloody smell.

"Hahahahahahaha!!"

Laughter exploded in the void.

It exploded under that sword blade, which was larger than a galaxy.

It exploded in the consciousness of all observers.

ring.

The noise was so loud that the train was shaking.

The sound reverberated so loudly that even the void trembled.

Xiao Huo's fingers froze on the control panel.

He stared at Su Yuan's retreating figure.

He had seen Su Yuan smile in many desperate situations.

Terra City laughed.

The Void Black Market laughed.

I laughed inside the Star Destroyer carrier.

He laughed in front of the giant black hole eye.

Every laugh meant that something that would leave everyone speechless was about to happen.

But this time.

I really can't tell the difference between small fires.

Is this a confident smile, or a mental breakdown after reaching the depths of despair?

Su Yuan didn't give him time to think.

He stood up from the roof of the car.

Blood was still gushing from both arms.

Three of his ribs are broken.

The king-slaying spear in his hand was now only half intact.

But he stood up.

Stand straight.

He looked up at the sword, which was now almost within reach and was larger than a galaxy.

Then he did something that made all the observers think there was something wrong with their eyes.

He shoved the broken gun handle into the train's law-abiding conduit with his other hand.

"boom!!"

At that moment, the engine of the Emperor's Path Devourer roared, shattering the void.

That's not the normal operating sound.

It's an overload.

It is the ultimate overload.

It's a suicidal overload that involves removing all safety valves, smashing all limiters, and pouring all the energy into the engine core.

The core chamber of the pitcher plant engine lit up with a blinding tri-color light in that instant.

The three laws of dark gold, pure white, and pitch black collided, merged, and erupted wildly within the core.

The numbers on the energy panel were jumping wildly.

It jumped from six figures to seven figures.

It jumped from seven figures to eight figures.

Then it immediately exceeded the maximum limit.

The panel exploded.

Black smoke billowed out.

The little fire's golden vertical pupils were pierced by the intense light, causing it to bleed tears of blood.

"Master, are you insane?!"

"The train will explode if this continues!!"

Su Yuan did not answer.

He simply reached out and placed his hand on the obsidian scales on the roof of the car.

"The only territory."

Two words.

Xiao Huo's pupils suddenly dilated.

"It will no longer be disseminated to the outside world."

Su Yuan's voice was unusually flat.

It calmed down to that eerie tranquility found only in the eye of a storm.

"Inward."

"Limit collapse".

"Turn me and the engine compartment into one stomach."

"A stomach that can eat everything."

Xiao Huo's finger hovered above the control panel.

It was shaking violently.

"Master... this will..."

"You're going to die, right?"

Su Yuan interrupted him.

Blood was still seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But he was smiling.

How will you know if you don't try?

"Anyway, I'm going to die."

"It's better to die with some value."

"I want to see."

"In the end, it's his sword that's harder."

"My stomach is still hard."

Little Fire closed its eyes.

Golden blood seeped from the gap in the closed eyelids.

The finger fell down.

"The only territory... has switched to concealed mode."

"Limit collapse... has been initiated."

The voice was trembling.

But he pressed it.

Because he believed in him.

The front of the Emperor's Path Devourer began to twist at that moment.

It is not a distortion caused by external pressure.

It is an active, spontaneous, and inward-to-outward distortion.

The obsidian scales began to melt, recombine, and deform.

The bone armor began to soften, stretch, and wrap around.

The law-forming ducts begin to contract, coil, and weave.

In just three seconds, the entire front of the vehicle transformed from a ferocious abyssal beast into a twisted, irregular, and enormous ball of flesh radiating tri-colored light.

No.

It's not a meatball.

It's the stomach.

An absolute stomach composed of a dark gold skeleton, pure white flesh and blood, and jet-black negation power, capable of digesting all concepts.

Su Yuan stood in the very center of the stomach.

His body also began to change at that moment.

The skin surface is covered with a dense array of three-colored lines.

Those lines are not tattoos.

It is the loop of the law.

It is the law loop that turns his whole being into part of the stomach wall.

He opened his arms.

They faced the sword, larger than a galaxy, which was already within reach.

No refund.

Reverse advance.

Like a cannonball going against the current.

Like a wild beast that has gone mad.

It crashed into it.

For the first time, an emotion that shouldn't exist appeared in the king's pure black eyes.

Puzzled.

The real confusion.

He doesn't understand.

Why doesn't this human hide?

Why not take precautions?

Why resort to such a suicidal method, deliberately running headlong into your own sword?

But the sword had already fallen.

It's too late to get it back.

There's no need to take it back.

Because the outcome will not change.

This human will die.

Along with his train.

together.

The sword pierced into the three-colored stomach.

The realm of "absolute deprivation" unfolded instantly.

The three-color pattern on the stomach-shaped watch face began to disintegrate at that moment.

The dark gold skeleton was shattering.

Pure white flesh and blood are evaporating.

The pitch-black force of negation is being negated.

Everything is proceeding according to plan.

This human will be completely wiped out within three seconds.

two seconds.

one second.

0.5 seconds.

then.

its stuck.

The sword's edge stopped at about one-third of the way down the stomach lining.

It wasn't "Wang" who stopped it on his own initiative.

It's stuck.

It was being gripped tightly from the inside by something.

In the king's pure black eyes, confusion turned into astonishment.

He could sense it.

His own sword blade was being gnawed away bit by bit from the inside by something.

It's not about destruction.

It's not resistance.

It's gnawing.

Gnawing, like gastric juices digesting food.

Inside the stomach pouch.

Su Yuan's jaws split open in a bizarre, inhuman arc.

The angle at which the mouth opens has exceeded the limits of human physiological structure.

The distance between the upper and lower jaws is a full meter.

There are no teeth in my mouth.

Instead, there are densely packed, serrated fangs formed by the three-color principle.

Dark golden gastric juices flowed from each of its fangs.

The gastric juices dripped onto the sword, making a hissing, corrosive sound.

The protective layer of "absolute nothingness" on the surface of the sword is being dissolved bit by bit by the gastric juices.

Su Yuan's eyes changed completely in that instant.

The left eye is no longer pure dark gold.

The right eye is no longer pure white.

Both eyes simultaneously transformed into bizarre vertical pupils composed of three colors.

Deep within the vertical pupil lies a vortex of laws that is spinning wildly.

At the center of the vortex is a black hole-like source of suction.

The one to whom all things return to oneness.

Full power.

Inward.

It's not about analyzing the enemy's rules from the outside.

Inward.

Analyze yourself.

Analyzing this absolute stomach, which is composed of itself and the train.

Then push the digestive capacity of this stomach to its limit.

Push it to the limit that can digest "absolute nothingness" itself.

The conceptual protective layer on the surface of the sword was finally completely dissolved.

The sword's core, composed entirely of black hole matter, was revealed.

Su Yuan's fangs snapped shut.

"Snap!!"

A sharp, chilling sound.

That indescribable, bladeless heavy sword capable of erasing all existence.

Su Yuan bit off a large piece of it.

The fragments rolled around in his mouth.

It hurts your teeth.

It was so hard that blood was oozing from his fangs.

But he swallowed it.

It went into my stomach.

He swallowed it into the absolute stomach that was made up of the pitcher plant engine of the Emperor's Path Devourer and his own digestive system.

Three-colored gastric juices gushed out wildly.

It enveloped that fragment of divine law.

Digestion begins.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The fragments dissolved in the gastric juices.

It transformed into the purest, highest-dimensional source energy, devoid of any affiliation.

Then it was absorbed.

It was absorbed by Su Yuan.

It was absorbed by the train.

On the energy panel, the number that had already exceeded the limit jumped up again.

Jump up.

It jumped to a location that the system couldn't display.

The king's body jolted violently in that instant.

A strong backlash of laws emanated from the blunt heavy sword in his hand.

That backlash did not come from an external attack.

It comes from the sword itself.

The sword is damaged.

A piece was bitten off.

The laws contained within that fragment forcibly tore a small piece of origin from the "King's" main body the instant it was digested.

"Wang" staggered back half a step.

Just half a step.

But this half-step, in the eyes of all observers, was more shocking than any attack.

This is because it is the first time the "King" has retreated.

the first time.

Arbitration Tribunal Headquarters.

The chief arbitrator was horrified and kicked over his chair.

The chair crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

But nobody looked at the chair.

Everyone stared at the quantum monitoring interface.

He stared at the human who was chewing on fragments of divine laws.

The elderly man in the third seat gaped open.

His mouth was so wide open that a fist could fit inside.

But he couldn't make a sound.

The elderly man in the fifth seat rested his hands on the table.

Their fingernails dug into the metal of the table.

The female elder of the seventh seat covered her mouth.

But one word still slipped out from between her fingers.

"Holy shit..."

Deep within the dimensional rift.

Those ancient beings lurking in the deepest recesses of the universe.

A deathly silence fell over the group, filled with dread.

There were no more fluctuations in consciousness.

There has been no further communication.

Only pure, absolute, instinctive fear.

Because they confirmed a terrifying fact that was enough to overturn common sense.

That mortal.

It not only injured the king.

It also ate the king's weapon.

eaten.

It's digested.

It has been absorbed.

What the hell is that monster?!

In the ruins of the chessboard.

Su Yuan chewed on the last bit of the hard, tooth-grinding fragment of divine law in his mouth.

He swallowed it.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth down his chin.

A drop landed on the three-colored pattern on the stomach lining watch face.

He raised his head.

Looking at the "King" in the distance, who was regaining his footing.

Looking at the blunt, heavy sword in his hand, which was already missing a large chunk.

Then he licked his lips.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He revealed a smile more ferocious than any demon.

"It tastes good."

"One more bite."

"Wang" steadied himself.

He looked down at the broken heavy sword in his hand.

He touched the crack on his face that was still bleeding.

Then he laughed.

It wasn't the condescending indifference of before.

It is a strange laugh that overlaps with the laughter of billions of living beings.

There was a man's voice in the laughter.

There was a woman's voice.

There was an old man's voice.

There are children's voices.

There are human voices.

There are non-human voices.

All the sounds blended together, creating a terrifying and horrifying soundscape that drove people's sanity to the brink of madness.

The king raised his hand.

He pressed it against his chest.

Then it was ripped open.

It tore open its own flesh and blood.

He tore open his own ribs.

He tore open his chest cavity.

There was no beating heart inside.

There was no flowing blood.

There was only a black mark, larger than a star, emanating an aura of pure despair.

There was a single word engraved on the mark.

handsome.

"Wang" looked at Su Yuan.

The smile on that face, which looked exactly like Su Yuan's, softened.

So gentle it's outrageous.

"The appetizers are finished."

"Now."

"I will feed you myself."