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

The massive Devourer, several thousand meters long, slowly slowed down in this magnified, gray cyber city.

The wheels rubbed against the track where virtual and reality intertwined, bursting out a series of dazzling sparks.

The dark gold behemoth finally came to a stop in the middle of an empty crossroads.

A torrential downpour of acid rain poured down from the crimson clouds.

This is definitely not a natural weather phenomenon.

An extremely strong, pungent chemical odor permeated the surrounding air.

The rain lashed mercilessly against the obsidian scales of the train.

Sizzling and emitting white smoke, its intense corrosive properties relentlessly gnawed at the outer physical coating.

The surface of the scales ripples with layers of patterns that resist erosion.

The entire city was eerily silent.

Towering skyscrapers line both sides of the street.

The gray cement walls were covered with rust and moss, and the facades of many buildings had peeled off completely.

The ground was full of puddles, reflecting the occasional flickering of dilapidated neon lights.

On the empty streets.

There wasn't even a single mutated living creature.

Only a lone, dilapidated public telephone booth still stands at the corner of the road.

The glass door was mostly shattered.

The red paint was peeling off in patches.

Right there in this suffocating environment.

The old-fashioned landline phone hanging on the wall of the phone booth suddenly started ringing wildly.

Ring ring ring.

Ring ring ring.

The urgent ringing of the bell pierced through the thick rain curtain, echoing repeatedly in the silent, deserted city.

A monotonous yet persistent rhythm.

It conveyed a sense of urging someone to answer the call, as if they were being forced to.

Su Yuan sat in the driver's seat at the front of the car, looking out the window at the dilapidated phone booth.

He stood up from his chair.

Without any hesitation.

He strode out of the carriage.

He didn't even activate his energy shield.

He stepped directly into the acid rain, his dark gold Abyss Dragon Bone Armor gleaming in the sky.

The leather boots splashed up rings of murky acid water as they stepped on the asphalt.

Raindrops pelted down on him.

This is not water in the physical sense at all.

Su Yuan's tricolor vertical pupils slowly rotated in his eye sockets, and his extremely keen perception instantly dissected the raindrops clearly.

This is all high-purity waste data.

The underlying code is mixed with extreme malice.

Every drop of rain contains the emotional code of despair, collapse, and fear.

They attempted to penetrate Su Yuan's skin through physical contact and forcibly implant mental pollution into his brain.

This contamination is enough to drive top-tier evolvers insane and drive them to suicide within seconds.

But Su Yuan didn't take it seriously at all.

The inner universe within his chest was operating wildly, releasing a layer of invisible resistance membrane from the true source matter that formed on his body surface.

Before those malicious raindrops could even touch his bone armor, they were forcibly evaporated into nothingness data powder.

He strode over to the dilapidated phone booth.

He reached out and pulled open the broken glass door that was barely hanging on the frame.

crunch.

The hinges made an extremely dry, metallic scraping sound.

The inside of the phone booth was filled with the smell of musty and rotten things.

The coin-operated machine on the wall was covered in grime.

The bright red plastic earpiece was vibrating violently on its base.

Su Yuan raised his right hand, which was covered in bone armor, and picked up the receiver.

He held the receiver close to his ear.

This broken plastic tube contained neither the usual blind tone nor the cold, synthesized mechanical sound of a system prompt.

At first, what came through was a series of extremely harsh and chaotic static waves.

The crackling noise lasted for a few seconds.

Then.

A tune drifted out slowly.

A violent undercurrent instantly surged in Su Yuan's eyes.

He knew that tone of voice all too well.

It's so familiar that it's etched into the deepest part of my DNA, and it even plays out repeatedly during countless sleepless nights.

This was the voice of his only relative who died in a dilapidated rented room when he was sixteen.

Right now, in this garbage recycling station that's separated by countless dimensions.

The other person's pronunciation was surprisingly clear.

His tone even carried a tenderness and affection that instantly brought tears to one's eyes.

"Welcome home, Number 001."

That familiar voice whispered in my ear.

"This is the final recycling bin prepared especially for you."

"You must be very tired after wandering around for so long."

"Look, the room is still the same as before."

"Stop struggling and just rest here."

Every word and phrase, seemingly full of care, actually hides a subtle knife that can completely ensnare you.

This is an extremely special audio band.

It carries an indescribable, high-dimensional penetrating power.

It generated an extremely strange data resonance through the real source matter surrounding Su Yuan.

Without Su Yuan taking any action.

This conversation somehow bypassed the Devourer's firewall and directly connected to the full-band broadcast system inside the carriage.

Inside the large train carriage.

Xiao Huo and Wang Hu heard this so-called family greeting clearly.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

His wide eyes were filled with horror.

Wang Hu instinctively took two steps back, his burly body slamming into the metal control panel behind him.

His intact left hand was tightly clutching his chest.

An extremely cold and chilling sensation rushed up his tailbone and straight to the top of his head.

That was purely physiological discomfort.

Xiao Huo was slumped in his chair.

The golden hair lost its original luster.

They finally came to a profound understanding of the utterly baseless and perverse pleasures of higher-dimensional forces.

They'll dig out your most tender, most untouchable scars.

Use the person you care about most to create an antivirus program that induces you to self-destruct.

What a vicious form of psychological manipulation.

In the eyes of these creators, humanity is nothing more than a clump of mold in a petri dish.

The so-called separation of life and death, and even that pitiful family affection.

These are all just settings that can be accessed and modified at any time by the system backend.

The tone of voice on the other end of the phone did not stop because of Su Yuan's silence.

It incessantly outputs this meticulously woven logical loop.

They attempted to use moral blackmail and past ties to completely undermine Su Yuan's will to resist.

This is merely an auditory strangulation.

The methods of higher-dimensional observers have always been all-encompassing and overwhelming.

Just now.

On both sides of the surrounding streets and on the exterior walls of those towering skyscrapers.

Thousands upon thousands of neon signs that had long been obsolete for countless centuries.

Suddenly, the power was switched on at the same second.

The pink and dark blue fluorescence, refracted by the acid rain, burst into an extremely dazzling halo.

None of the light boards were playing commercials.

Instead, it was forcibly filled with huge Chinese subtitles.

They forcibly occupied Su Yuan's entire field of vision with an extremely exaggerated flashing frequency.

"You are just a piece of code."

"All experiences are pre-programmed."

"Stop struggling."

"Giving up resistance and accepting formatting is your only fate."

"The script of fate has already been written; your resistance is futile."

These malicious words rolled back and forth in the rain.

This was accompanied by extremely gentle persuasion over the phone.

Visual and auditory senses are closing in on each other.

They wanted to deprive Su Yuan of the affirmation of his own existence from the most basic level of cognitive logic.

This is a meticulously planned ultimate psychological game.

Any Sequencer who has struggled in the wasteland, even those arrogant council elders, would be in the same boat.

Faced with this attack that denies its own existence from its very origin.

Mental state can collapse in an instant.

They either go hysterical or fall into deep depression and self-destruct.

But Su Yuan wasn't buying it at all.

He showed no signs of losing control of his emotions whatsoever.

The three-colored vertical pupils swirled slowly in their sockets, conveying absolute clarity and coldness.

His lips suddenly twitched upwards.

It drew an extremely arrogant and contemptuous arc.

He gripped the receiver and suddenly burst into a scornful laugh.

"Using a fragmented audio clip pieced together from various sources."

"And then there's this poorly made, shoddy cyber ruins scene modeling."

"You're just trying to disgust me with this thing?"

Su Yuan's knuckles tapped rhythmically on the plastic edge of the red earpiece.

It makes a crisp, clicking sound.

"You bunch of high and mighty creators."

"When I sit on the toilet in Gaowei every day and contemplate life, what kind of scraps are in my mind?"

"Besides hiding in the background and playing with these low-level codes, can't your brains come up with anything more innovative?"

"This kind of melodramatic pig-butchering scam script has been overused even in third-rate online novels."

"I wouldn't even want to fool a three-year-old with such a dry plot."

"Your imaginations are so poor, I feel sorry for you bunch of good-for-nothings."

Su Yuan's words contained no supernatural power.

It was nothing more than pure mockery and insults.

But it shattered this deliberately created atmosphere of sadness.

The moment the words fell.

Su Yuan's right eye suddenly emitted an extremely intense pure white halo.

The absolute concept of negation takes this dilapidated telephone booth as its center.

It swept outwards in all directions with a roar.

This force does not involve any violent physical destructive heat.

It's all about the extreme and tyrannical erasure of concepts.

The void within a radius of several kilometers was completely swept away.

Both sides of the street and the exterior walls of buildings.

Those neon signs flashing malicious slogans.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

A series of explosions occurred one after another.

Thousands of displays were instantly shattered.

Shards of glass mixed with blue and white sparks fell from the sky.

The acid rain that was still falling in mid-air was directly defined as "non-existent" by this law of negation.

The rain curtain over the entire city was completely evaporated in a fraction of a second.

That oppressive, gloomy atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

Su Yuan's casual strike dispersed them on the spot.

Inside the Devourer's Carriage.

Wang Hu let out a deep breath.

He raised the robotic arm and slammed it on the control panel, his facial muscles twitching violently as he grinned excitedly.

Xiao Huo slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the figure standing in the phone booth on the main screen.

His golden pupils were filled with uncontrollable fervor and worship.

This is their leader.

No matter how grand the show or how grotesque the psychological pressure you exert, it won't matter.

In the face of absolute domineering will, they are all utterly worthless trash.

The carefully laid-out psychological tactics were ruthlessly exposed.

There was a very brief pause in the tone of voice on the other end of the receiver.

The pretense of family members was instantly torn away.

The vocal cord data was forcibly severed.

Instead, there is an extremely cold, mechanical synthesized sound, filled with the absolute arrogance of a higher-dimensional being.

"Experimental Subject No. 001".

"Don't think that you can defy fate by breaking through the Wailing Wall through a loophole."

"Your current illegal overstepping of boundaries has seriously violated the host's core security protocols."

"Kneel down immediately."

"I voluntarily agree to formatting and cleanup."

"This is your last chance."

"If you cooperate, the system may make an exception and preserve a few pitiful remnants of your memory data."

"Otherwise, what awaits you is the ultimate erasure on both the physical and causal levels."

This chilling ultimatum echoed in the phone booth.

Su Yuan's eyes turned icy cold at that moment.

He had no intention of wasting another word on this simplistic program.

With a sudden burst of strength, he gripped the red receiver tightly in his palm.

His right hand, clad in dark gold bone armor, gripped the old black telephone line connected to the landline on the wall.

"Stop giving me that bureaucratic airs."

Did I tell you to keep the data?

The inner universe deep within his chest began to spin wildly.

A massive amount of physical energy was instantly extracted.

An extremely violent source of true energy, mixed with a three-colored fire capable of incinerating the universe.

Following his right palm, it was forcibly poured directly into the plastic-wrapped copper wire.

Su Yuan spoke the final warning into the receiver, enunciating each word clearly.

Tell me right now.

"Which data channel is your main server located in?"

"I'll go and take it myself right now."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The raging tri-colored flames had already rampaged into the data transmission bandwidth that was impossible for the naked eye to detect.

This flame completely disregarded the span of physical space.

It also ignores the underlying encryption barriers between multiple dimensions.

It used this fiber optic cable as a ready-made fuse.

They frantically traced back to that hidden network communication node.

It hurtled towards the source of the opponent's data with a streak of sparks and lightning.

The red receiver.

Suddenly, a chaotic and extremely tragic scream erupted.

That was the noise produced by the living tearing apart and burning of the consciousness data of a higher-dimensional observer.

Accompanied by a piercing, maddening crackling sound of chaotic, low-level electrical current.

The entire communication frequency band completely collapsed.

boom.

A dull bang.

The receiver Su Yuan was holding, along with the entire coin-operated telephone hanging on the wall.

It exploded right in front of him into a charred, smoking mass of data debris.

Black smoke rose.

The pungent smell of burning permeated the narrow telephone booth.

This is a counterattack method where you go directly through the network cable to set fire to the other side.

It completely disregards any systematic logic or common sense.

It's extremely simple and brutal.

But it is also the most effective way to slap someone in the face.

Sitting in the Devourer's carriage, Wang Hu was so excited that he jumped up from the metal floor.

He swung his newly repaired mechanical right arm and punched hard in mid-air.

It sparked a long string of blue static sparks.

"This is so awesome!"

"Our boss is absolutely awesome!"

"Who cares about high-dimensional or low-dimensional gods? If they dare to make harassing calls to us, they should be prepared to have their internet cable pulled and their server room burned down!"

With this public telephone, which was used as a medium of communication, completely rendered unusable.

The already dilapidated cyber ruins city suffered a severe blow at its physical level.

A chain reaction of underlying logical collapses has officially begun.

The asphalt road on the street began to shake violently.

Those towering gray skyscrapers that seemed to reach into the clouds experienced extremely severe data frame drops.

The building flickered and trembled between reality and illusion.

Large swaths of gray cement plaster peeled off the building's surface, creating a dense storm of falling cement blocks.

And those gaps where the plaster has peeled off.

What was exposed was not a reinforced concrete load-bearing structure at all.

Instead, it displayed a green jumble of error messages flashing wildly.

The main road is split in the middle by a bottomless ravine.

The data flow from deep underground is surging outwards uncontrollably.

This megacity, which attempts to serve as a prison and a tomb of memories, is disintegrating at a visible rate.

It couldn't contain this absolute tyrant who was even willing to strip away the underwear of a higher dimension.

Su Yuan casually tossed away the remaining half of the charred plastic handle from his palm.

He turned around, ready to walk back to the train.

The city was shaking violently.

As data turbulence swept across the surrounding area.

Right in the center of the ruins.

The top of the twin towers that pierce the clouds and are usually silent.

A colossal holographic projection screen that had been rendered unusable for countless epochs.

Suddenly, without any warning, the lights came on.

A pale blue halo pierced through the hazy data dust, illuminating half of the crumbling ruins.

The player's furious face did not appear on the screen.

No system warning text box popped up.

It displays a red progress bar that is constantly going backward.

This is a health bar indicating a near-death state.

It is falling rapidly at a constant speed, visible to the naked eye.

And below that glaring health bar.

A very simple sentence emerged.

The Chinese subtitles, however, are enough to send chills down your spine.

"Su Yuan, you're late."

Even more deadly is...

In the background audio that appears when this subtitle is displayed.

Indistinctly.

A faint, yet warm, sound emanated from it.

Real gasps for breath.

That is definitely not artificially synthesized false data, nor is it a fragmented band pieced together.

It is the actual, extremely difficult breathing rhythm that only mortals experience.

Su Yuan abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Beneath the bone armor, the three-colored vertical pupils instantly contracted into extremely dangerous needle-like points.

The inner universe, deep within the chest cavity, emitted an unprecedentedly violent roar.