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

Su Yuan did not speak immediately.

He stood at the front of the car, his tricolored vertical pupils slowly scanning the seemingly empty star field in all directions.

The analytical vision of the One Who Unifies All Things unfolds automatically deep within the pupils.

The first layer of appearance is stripped away.

Those scattered spots of light in the "starry sky" are not stars. They have no thermal radiation characteristics, no nuclear fusion spectrum, and no gravitational lensing effect. They are liquid. Viscous. Grayish-white high-dimensional gastric juice adheres to the curved inner wall, refracting the afterglow of the Devourer's engine exhaust.

The second layer of appearance is stripped away.

The seemingly boundless vacuum of space is not a vacuum. Space itself has thickness—elasticity—temperature. Su Yuan's sensory tentacles penetrated deep into the physical structure of the "vacuum," touching extremely dense muscle fibers. The fibers were writhing. Extremely slow, rhythmic writhing, the frequency perfectly synchronized with the heartbeat of the flesh-and-blood core the size of that dwarf planet.

The third layer of appearance is stripped away.

The dark matter filaments scattered throughout the "universe" are not dark matter. They are neurons. Trillions of living neurons. Synaptic connections, driven by pulse signals, flash on and off, forming a biological neural network spanning the entire "galactic field".

It's not the starry sky.

It is not the universe.

It is the internal organs of a living creature.

Su Yuan turned around and glanced towards the carriage.

"Small fire."

"exist!"

"We're in a stomach right now."

Xiao Huo's golden pupils widened suddenly after those words were spoken. Her ten fingers were still embedded in the edge of the control panel, and the external environment scan data on the holographic screen was being forcibly overwritten by the analysis results of the One Who Unifies All Things.

Starlight spot - relabeled - high-dimensional gastric juice reflex point.

Vacuum space – relabeling – visceral muscle wall.

Dark matter filaments—relabeled—live neuron clusters.

Xiao Huo's face turned pale.

Wang Hu was half-squatting in the corner of the carriage, his intact left hand supporting him on the floor, coolant still dripping from the robotic arm. When he heard the word "stomach," his tiger-like eyes narrowed sharply.

"Black hole..." His throat was extremely dry. "The black hole is its—"

"Throat," Su Yuan finished his sentence.

The tone was very flat.

Extremely flat.

The cold air seeped down to the back of everyone's neck in the carriage.

That black hole millstone with a diameter of several light-years, that purely physical gravitational collapse that almost crushed the Devourer into atoms, corresponds to only one organ in the entire body structure of 000.

esophagus.

The path that the Devourer carved out of the black hole was not an escape route.

It fell down the esophagus into the stomach.

Su Yuan's tricolored vertical pupils swept across the "starry sky" above his head once more. The curved flesh walls bent slightly at the extremely distant visual horizon, their curvature perfectly matching the inner wall of a giant closed cavity.

He was eaten.

From beginning to end, the skeletal route, the blood wall trap, the black hole millstone—it's all a process of swallowing.

The structural disintegration alarm inside the carriage went off at that moment.

It wasn't just one alarm. It was all the alarms going off simultaneously. Red, orange, and purple warning lights flashed wildly on the carriage ceiling, and error message boxes popping up on the holographic panels were so densely packed that the text was illegible.

Wang Hu's robotic arm malfunctioned first. Rust began to seep out of thin air from the surface of the alloy shell. It wasn't an oxidation reaction—the interior of the carriage was a sealed, pressurized environment where the oxygen content was precisely controlled. The rust seeped out from the gaps between the metal molecules, in patches, dark red, with an extremely pungent, rotten smell.

"What—" Wang Hu's tiger-like eyes widened. He stared at his robotic arm, watching the rust spots that shouldn't have been there visibly devour the alloy's luster. The outer wall of the hydraulic pipes had thinned. Three threads of the bolts had broken due to corrosion.

The tip of the small fire's tail began to pixelate at the same moment.

The golden fluff turned into grayish-white granular fragments centimeter by centimeter from the tip. The fragments dissolved in the air, emitting a faint, sour smell. Little Fire bounced up, propping itself up on the control panel, and looked back at its tail.

"My tail is melting!" her voice snapped.

The car window glass is also changing.

The remaining half of the glass began to soften from the edges, and a transparent, hard crystalline layer slowly trickled down, collapsing and melting as it flowed down the window frame. But the temperature inside the carriage did not rise.

The physical constants have deviated again.

No, it's not off-center.

It has been rewritten.

A bizarre system alert popped up on Xiao Huo's holographic panel, in bold red text that kept flashing.

"The physical constants of external space have been forcibly overwritten as the digestion law."

Digestive rhythm.

Three words.

An extremely faint hissing sound emanated from the surface of Su Yuan's dark gold bone armor. The edges of the armor plates were being gnawed away by an invisible force, and tiny grayish-white droplets of water were seeping from the dark gold metal surface.

strong acid.

It is not a strong acid in the chemical sense. It is a fundamental law of "digestion" written into physical constants.

In this space, all matter exists with only one endpoint—decomposition, digestion, and transformation into nutrients of type 000.

This is not an attack.

This is the environment.

It's gastric juice number 000.

Then that face appeared.

Not one.

There are tens of thousands of them.

On all four sides of the fleshy wall, grayish-white neural networks are activated simultaneously. Muscle fibers rearrange, blood vessel networks reweave, and the same face emerges on every visible surface of the inner wall.

Su Yuan's face.

Grayish-white pupils. No pupils. Thousands upon thousands of grayish-white eyes were simultaneously fixed on the dark golden figure standing at the front of the train.

Then they all opened their mouths together.

The same voice. From every direction. From every wall of flesh. Su Yuan's voice. Su Yuan's tone. Su Yuan's rhythm.

But the words spoken were not those of Su Yuan.

"You think you're rebelling."

The voice was extremely gentle. So gentle it was unsettling.

"You think you're devouring everything. You think you're evolving. You think you're getting stronger. You think you got here because you're fierce enough."

Thousands upon thousands of mouths turned up at the same time. Their smiles were exactly the same as Su Yuan's.

"You're just marinating yourself up."

Thousands upon thousands of Su Yuan's faces tilted their heads simultaneously, their gray-white pupils revealing an extremely pure sense of looking down.

"All the laws. All the essence. All the authority. With each bite you take, the density of your higher-dimensional energy increases by one level. With each increase, your quality as a sacrifice improves by one point."

The smile widened.

"You think you're a hunter?"

Thousands of mouths uttered the final sentence simultaneously.

"You are a dish that has been carefully fattened up for nine epochs. Now you are carrying yourself into the stomach of the new gods."

The carriage was silent for two seconds.

Wang Hu's teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding. Xiao Huo's fingertips gripped the edge of the control panel, his golden pupils reflecting the rapidly decreasing train mass parameters on the holographic screen—the dark gold scales were peeling off in large areas under the influence of the digestive law, and grayish-white acid corrosion marks covered more than a third of the train's surface.

Then the grayish-white rain began to fall.

It didn't fall from above.

It descends from all directions.

Simultaneously, an extremely thick, grayish-white liquid seeped from the entire inner wall of the sealed cavity, moving outwards, in all directions, and outwards. After detaching from the walls, the liquid formed droplets of varying sizes, which drifted towards the center of space at an extremely uniform speed in the microgravity environment.

Each droplet's surface emitted an extremely eerie grayish-white glow.

Stomach acid.

High levels of stomach acid.

The first droplets made contact with the Devourer's hull. The dark gold scales instantly turned white at the point of contact, then gray, and then began to bubble. After expanding to their limit, the bubbles silently burst, and the scales at the break point simply disappeared. It wasn't shattering. It wasn't peeling off. It was being "digested" directly on a physical level.

The material was being stripped away so quickly that the data on Xiao Huo's holographic panel couldn't keep up.

Mass parameters were rapidly decreasing to zero. Tens of thousands of tons per second. Dark gold scales, structural keel, energy conduits—all the matter constituting the Devourer's entity was being forcibly evaporated, transforming into tiny gray-white specks of light that drifted towards the surrounding fleshy walls.

The moment the light spot is absorbed by the flesh wall, the pulsation frequency of the blood vessel network on the wall surface increases.

nutrient.

The Devourer is being digested into nutrients.

Wasteland shelter.

On the screen of the gravitational wave detection terminal, the brightness of the dark gold dot representing the Devourer was plummeting.

The light spot dropped from the brightest level to level two. Level three. Level five. The decline showed no signs of slowing down.

The numbers in the quality parameters section were fluctuating wildly. Each refresh showed a decrease of several fractions compared to the previous one.

The commander in the gray military uniform stared at the screen. His lips were tightly pressed together. His hands were behind his back, his fingers interlaced and knuckles white.

He closed his eyes.

He slowly exhaled.

"It's over." His voice was soft. "The digestive law of the new god. That thing is an absolutely closed ecological cycle on a physical level. What goes in never comes out."

The staff officer squatted down to pick up his glasses. He wiped the cracked lens on the corner of his clothes and put it back on his nose. There was no objection.

Temporary observation space for the high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder was still sitting on the ground. His legs were stretched out, and his back was against the wall of law.

The dark gold spots on the Devourer in the picture have dimmed to the point where they are barely visible to the naked eye.

He smiled.

There was no joy in the smile. No schadenfreude. Only an extremely complex, post-disaster-like sense of exhaustion.

"I thought even a black hole couldn't stop it." His voice trembled with a hint of mockery. "Turns out, a black hole is just a hindrance."

The elder has passed away peacefully. His body remains in a cross-legged position, and his breathing is so faint as to be almost undetectable.

The young elder ignored him.

"Even the fiercest beast will only meet one fate if it falls into a pool of stomach acid," he muttered to himself. "Digested. Turned into protein."

He closed his eyes, and the lingering fear finally relaxed from his facial muscles.

The remaining fleet across the entire star system.

The three-star veteran officer had just righted the overturned chair. He sat back down and leaned against the backrest.

The gravitational wave data on the communication screen finally returned to normal display from "out of range".

The signal of the Devourer was rapidly weakening.

The old officer said nothing. He picked up the empty paper cup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

It's empty.

He put down his cup and sighed.

The young officer next to him, who had just vomited up his breakfast, walked over wiping his mouth and glanced at the screen.

"Sir, is it finished?"

The old officer didn't answer. He just stared at the increasingly dim spot of light, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table twice.

Inside the Desolate Wasteland train carriage.

Grayish-white gastric juices poured in through the gap in the car window that had been digested.

The moment the liquid touched the carriage floor, a layer of grayish-white frost appeared on the surface of the metal floor. The frost spread extremely quickly, and wherever it touched, the color, texture, and hardness of the metal were all transformed into a paste-like substance somewhere between a liquid and a solid.

Xiao Huo's right hand hovered near the push rod for a long time.

Her instincts told her to activate Defense Overload. To stack all available shields to their maximum. To push her energy output to the limit. At least—at least to hold off something.

Her fingers moved.

It was moved two inches towards the push rod.

A large, dark golden hand descended from her left side.

His palm landed directly on the back of her hand.

Xiao Huo froze.

Su Yuan stood beside her. His dark gold body, just over four meters tall, continued to hiss under the corrosive effects of the digestive law, the grayish-white acid stains on the bone armor slowly expanding. But his hands were extremely steady.

He didn't look at Xiao Huo.

The three-colored vertical pupils stared at the wildly fluctuating negative data on the holographic panel, the smile on the corners of his mouth remaining unchanged.

"Remove all physical barriers."

Xiao Huo's golden pupils suddenly dilated.

"Owner--"

"Disarm completely." Su Yuan's voice wasn't loud. "Leave not a single layer."

Xiao Huo's lips tightened for two seconds.

Then her fingers moved.

In the direction Su Yuan's palm was pressing, her fingertips precisely slid across a row of red switches on the control panel. *Click click click click.* The status lights of the four physical isolation layers switched from green to gray.

The defenses have been reduced to zero.

The Devourer completely opened itself up. Dark gold scales, energy shields, law-based buffer layers—all barriers that could block external attacks were removed.

The rate at which the grayish-white, high-quality gastric acid surged into the carriage increased tenfold.

The metal structure of the carriage began to soften the moment it came into contact with the floor. A grayish-white paste dissolved from the edges of the control panel, the floor became sticky and soft underfoot, and the ceiling panels collapsed piece by piece.

Su Yuansong loosened his hand from the small fire.

Turn around.

He strode towards the front of the car.

With each step the dark gold combat boots took, the floor beneath their feet sank in. Not from being stepped on, but from being softened by the digestive system and unable to support their weight.

He walked to the very front of the train.

He stepped out of the vehicle.

Grayish-white stomach acid poured down on him. A deluge of highly digestive fluids, seemingly everywhere, enveloped his entire body the moment he stepped out of the car.

Every single armor plate of the dark gold bone armor was smoking. Grayish-white acid seeped into the gaps between the armor plates, producing an extremely sharp burning sound when it came into contact with the inner skin.

pain.

Su Yuan knew.

The flesh beneath the armor plates is being peeled away layer by layer.

The thickest part of the main plate on the chest of the bone armor had been corroded away by a third by acid. The dark gold surface had turned into grayish-white pits, and muscle fibers churning with tri-colored dark light could be seen at the bottom of the pits.

But Su Yuan opened his arms.

It's not a defensive stance.

It's an embracing gesture.

The dark gold bone armor on his chest suddenly split open along the center line. The armor plates folded to the sides. The gravitational folds of his physical stomach were exposed without any cover in the gray-white acid rain.

The gravitational vortex has been activated.

The direction is reversed.

It's not pushing outwards. It's drawing inwards.

The opening of the vortex faced the torrential gray rain pouring down from the sky, and the edges of the gravitational folds opened and closed at an extremely greedy frequency, like an insatiable natural mouth.

The first stream of grayish-white gastric acid was drawn into the gravitational vortex.

There was no explosion. There was no collision. The liquid was crushed, dismantled, and reassembled the instant it came into contact with the gravitationally folded walls. The analytical perspective of the One Who Unifies All things unfolded simultaneously inside the stomach, dissecting the physical structure of the grayish-white gastric acid layer by layer.

Its compositional characteristics are extremely clear.

High-density real source material.

A highly refined, high-dimensional energy concentrate.

Extremely high quality.

It far surpasses any form of physical energy that Su Yuan has ever devoured before.

Su Yuan's lips twitched.

"Nutritional solution".

His voice was low. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"The purity is quite high."

The analysis results from the One Who Reverts to Oneness were transmitted into the smelting matrix of the Tricolor Divine Fire. The digestive properties of the stomach acid were marked, extracted, and stripped away one by one. The pure high-dimensional energy essence beneath was enveloped by the temperature of the Tricolor Divine Fire, re-encoded, compressed, and poured into the guiding channels of the dark gold fire patterns.

Su Yuan's body surface began to change.

The burning sound in my chest subsided.

In the areas of the dark gold bone armor where acid had etched grayish-white pits, the muscle fibers at the bottom of the pits proliferated wildly under the nourishment of the tricolored divine fire. New tissue grew upwards from the bottom of the pits, filling the pits, overflowing the surface, and solidifying into a completely new layer of armor.

The surface of the new nail polish is no longer a pure dark gold.

Nine-colored light seeped out from the microscopic lattice of the matrix. On the dark gold background floated extremely dense nine-colored primitive code patterns, the arrangement of which precisely complemented the corrosion frequency band of the digestion law.

Anti-corrosion pattern.

When the grayish-white gastric acid was poured onto the new nail surface again, it no longer smoked. There was no burning. The acid flowed along the grooves of the nine-colored pattern for half a second before being completely sucked into the gravitational vortex.

ate.

The digestive efficiency of the physical stomach increases rapidly after ingesting a large amount of high-purity energy. The walls of the gravitational folds become thicker and denser with the energy feedback, increasing the crushing efficiency by dozens of times.

The bottleneck of inhalation exceeding digestion was broken in a very short time.

Su Yuan stood in the void outside the front of the car. Grayish-white rain poured down on him from all directions, each drop being sucked in by the dark golden gravity vortex in his chest and flowing deep into the folded channels.

He was drinking.

Standing inside someone else's stomach, drinking their stomach acid.

Inside the wasteland shelter.

The brightness of the dark gold dots on the terminal screen suddenly froze after a sharp drop.

The staff officer had just picked up his glasses and stood up straight when he looked up and saw the data curve.

The price plummeted and then stopped falling.

Then it bounced upwards.

The staff officer rubbed his eyes.

It was played again.

The numbers in the quality parameter section, which were rapidly approaching zero, first slowed down their fluctuations, then settled at an extremely low value. Then—

The numbers have changed.

It's going up.

The rate of increase is slow. Initially, it climbed back up one percentage point at a time. Compared to the waterfall-like drop during the previous crash, it's negligible.

But—it's rising.

The staff officer's glasses slipped down to his nose. He didn't push them up. His hands were firmly on the terminal table, his knuckles taut.

"Sir," his voice was unsteady. "Could you come and take a look?"

The commander opened his closed eyes.

He walked over. He glanced down at the screen.

Quality parameters are rising.

Brightness is recovering.

The slope of the curve is bending upwards at an acceleration of more than ten percent per second.

The "it's over" expression on the commander's lips froze on his face, hanging there in an awkward, unsettling way.

The remaining fleet across the entire star system.

The young officer had just wiped his mouth and returned to his terminal. The signal strength value of the Devourer on the screen had changed in the few minutes since he vomited his breakfast.

The trend has shifted from "rapid decline" to "steady recovery".

He stared blankly for three seconds.

He turned his head and glanced at the three-star old officer.

The old officer was still holding the empty paper cup in his hand. The rim of the cup was pressed against his lower lip, and he hadn't put it down as if he were drinking.

The two looked at each other for a second.

The young officer shifted his gaze back to the screen.

The rate of increase in signal strength is accelerating.

It's not linear growth. It's exponential.

The curve suddenly changed from a slow, tepid rise to a nearly vertical upward ray.

The young officer's Adam's apple bobbed. He began to feel his stomach churning again.

The inside of the stomach cavity of number 000.

Thousands upon thousands of faces with grayish-white pupils changed their expressions at the same time.

The corners of his mouth no longer turn up.

The smile disappeared.

On every facet of the fleshy wall, Su Yuan's features were tightening extremely slowly. His gray-white pupils focused on the dark gold figure in the very center—the dark gold figure standing in the midst of the torrential gray-white rain, its chest open, its gravitational vortex gulping in blood.

"You're eating my stomach acid."

Thousands upon thousands of voices uttered this phrase simultaneously.

The tone was no longer gentle. No longer arrogant. Flat. Extremely flat. Flat to a dangerous degree.

The flesh wall spasmed.

The peristaltic frequency throughout the stomach tripled in a very short time. The contraction amplitude of the muscle fibers increased dramatically from the previous slight peristalsis to violent spasms, and the electrical signals of the neural network spread across the inner wall surface exploded.

Then something started to squeeze out from deep within the flesh.

One arm.

Grayish-white. Half-rotten. Bones protruded from the cracks in the decaying flesh, joints bent at biomechanically inflexible angles. The owner of the arm was squeezed out from the deep muscles of the flesh wall, the entire body, covered in a large amount of grayish-white mucus, falling into the space inside the stomach cavity with a splat.

It's not just one arm.

There are countless of them.

Every pore of the flesh wall was spewing out. Giant creature bodies, varying in size and shape, were squeezed out from within the wall. Some still retained most of their original form—three heads, six limbs, and scale-covered bodies—but all were in a state of partial digestion. Flesh and skin were rotting, skeletons were exposed, and remnants of ligaments that had not been completely decomposed hung from the joints.

A high-dimensional behemoth, a dried corpse.

Immune white blood cells in cell number 000.

The number is extremely large.

The first batch of expelled mummies fell into the gastric juices and quickly unfurled their limbs. Driven by a grayish-white light, the rotting muscles swelled and revived, and new tentacles and organs grew from the openings. Each resurrected behemoth was enveloped in an extremely strong digestive law, and the grayish-white liquid oozing from its body resonated with the gastric acid that permeated the space.

A horde of corpses swept across the land.

It kept pouring out from the fleshy walls on all sides. One after another. Ten after ten. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

The largest of the behemoths had a torso more than three times the length of the Devourer's hull. It opened its gaping maw, now reduced to a mere jawbone, and its decaying vocal cords emitted a deep, resonant howl, driven by grayish-white energy.

The howling sound echoed throughout the entire stomach cavity.

density.

quality.

Power. Assimilation of toxins.

This is not a conceptual attack. This is not a game of rules. This is the most brutal and primitive form of physical crushing.

Use an absolute amount to fill that dark golden feeding hole to the brim.

Use immense weight to crush the train that was feeding in the opposite direction.

The forefront of the zombie horde was less than 800 meters away from the Devourer.

The structural alarms inside the carriage went off again. The shaking of the vehicle accelerated dramatically under the pressure of the zombie horde, and the metal frame emitted an extremely shrill deforming sound.

Xiao Huo's fingers flew across the keyboard. A dense array of target markers popped up on the holographic panel. Red. All red.

"High-dimensional organisms! Their numbers exceed the counting limit! Each one carries a highly potent assimilation toxin—"

Her voice was suppressed and broken by the resonant pressure of the zombie horde.

"The combined physical forces are compressing the train structure! The pressure on the outer wall has exceeded safe limits—"

She glanced at the numbers.

His mouth closed.

Numbers have lost their meaning.

Su Yuan stood outside the vehicle. The nine-colored anti-corrosion divine patterns on the dark gold bone armor were being washed by the grayish-white gastric juices, gleaming with an eerie cold light.

His tricolored vertical pupils swept over the surging, approaching tide of rotting corpses before him.

Then he grinned.

The teeth were extremely conspicuous in the grayish-white light. The acid corrosion marks on the dark gold bone armor had stopped expanding under the suppression of the nine-colored divine patterns, but the gravitational vortex on its chest was still greedily devouring the surrounding gastric juices.

Su Yuan's lips curled up high.

It got so high that the muscles in my cheekbones were tense and painful.

It's not a laugh.

It's like seeing a starving ghost at a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

He raised his hands to his sides. True essence surged from his palms, and dark golden condensed light stretched and extended at his fingertips.

Left hand. A ten-thousand-meter-long dark gold blade.

Right hand. A ten-thousand-meter-long dark gold blade.

The physical parameters of the two blades are exactly the same as those used when cutting the blood wall before—molecular-level blade edge, negative law thin film compression coating.

But this time Su Yuan did not hold them.

He pushed the two long blades toward the front of the car.

The dark gold blade was inserted into the front armor of the Devourer, extending backward along the gaps in the dark gold scales on both sides of the vehicle, with the blade cutting out diagonally from the two wings of the vehicle.

The front of the Devourer is no longer the front of the vehicle.

Two ten-thousand-meter-long blades hung on both sides of the train body, which, together with the original abyss-like maw structure at the front, transformed the front of the train into an extremely terrifying form.

Meat grinder.

A star-level all-gear meat grinder.

Driven by the gravitational folds, the fangs of the massive maw at the front of the vehicle began to spin at high speed. The blades cut in sync with the Devourer's forward trajectory on both sides. Everything that entered the maw's range—everything—would first be sliced ​​into thin pieces by the blades, then crushed by the fangs, and finally sucked in and digested by the gravitational folds of the physical stomach.

Su Yuan stomped his right foot on the roof of the car.

A footprint was dented into the dark gold armor.

The Devourer's engine roared from a low-frequency hum of 120% overload into a deafening roar that echoed throughout the stomach.

The train sped off.

The dark golden meat grinder plunged headlong into the horde of zombies.

The first behemoth was cleaved in two along its centerline the instant it made contact with the left-wing blade. Before the two halves could separate, they were caught by the gravitational field behind the blade, spun half a circle around the vehicle, and then flung into the array of fangs in the massive maw at the front of the vehicle.

The fangs crushed the bones. Crushed the rotting flesh. Crushed the digestive laws woven into every piece of remains.

The fragments were kissed by the gravitational folds.

It's digested.

Crunchy.

The second head. The third head. The fifth head. The tenth head.

With its thrust at 120% overload, the Devourer cleaved a dark golden path through the horde of zombies. The long blades on either side of the meat grinder spun and twisted, cutting at a rate exceeding three hundred times per second. Each rotation kicked up large amounts of grayish-white chunks of rotting flesh and bone powder.

The gravitational vortex of the physical stomach was opened to its maximum.

The swallowing speed far exceeded the peak speed when consuming stomach acid previously.

Each shredded behemoth corpse carried extremely concentrated high-dimensional life energy. This energy was violently purified under the crushing force of gravitational folds and poured into the propulsion matrix of the Devourer.

The train is speeding up.

Its size is expanding.

Under the continuous infusion of high-dimensional energy, the dark gold scales multiplied wildly, with new scales growing from the edges of the old ones, layer upon layer, each layer harder and thicker than the last. Nine-colored divine patterns spread across the surface of the new scales, increasing in coverage at a visible rate.

The ten-thousand-meter-long blades on both sides of the vehicle broke into seven or eight pieces while cutting through the giant beast's skeleton. These gaps were repaired by the three-colored divine fire, closing up completely in less than a second. The new blades that grew back were even sharper than the originals.

They get stronger with each battle.

The more they eat, the stronger they become.

After the fiftieth giant beast was crushed and devoured, the length of the Devourer increased dramatically from several thousand meters to nearly 15,000 meters.

The hundredth head. Twenty thousand meters.

The 500th head—

New components began to grow on the surface of the vehicle. This was not pre-planned; it was spontaneously evolving under the overload of high-dimensional energy. Extra fangs pierced out from the gaps in the scales at the bottom of the vehicle, and dark golden hooks hooked left and right in the horde of corpses as the vehicle surged forward, dragging the carcasses of giant beasts along the way into the auxiliary digestive cavity under the vehicle.

The Devourer no longer eats with just its mouth.

It's eating its whole body.

Wasteland shelter.

On the terminal screen, extremely dense and chaotic bursts of red implosion light erupted from the area of ​​stomach coordinates of number 000.

Those red lights were not stellar radiation. They were not energy releases. They were echoes of high-dimensional life energy released when the giant beast's corpse was being shredded.

Each flash of red light represents a white blood cell being engulfed and digested.

The flashing frequency of the red light initially increased from three or four times per second to more than ten times per second, then to dozens of times per second. Finally, it became so dense that it merged together, forming a continuous scarlet area.

The commander in the gray military uniform turned his mouth from the "It's over" vent and veered in a completely unpredictable direction.

The staff officer slowly removed his cracked glasses from the bridge of his nose.

He wasn't going to wipe it.

I just couldn't stand wearing it anymore.

"It's eating those antibodies," the staff officer's voice was almost squeezed out from between his molars. "It's taking over in Number 000's stomach."

The commander's Adam's apple bobbed twice.

He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Temporary observation space for the high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder had already stood up. His legs were trembling, but he stood upright, his hands supporting him on the edge of the observation interface in front of him.

The screen shows a chaotic, shimmering, crimson area.

His lips were trembling. Not from fear. It was because an indefinable emotion, beyond his cognitive capacity, was washing over his cerebral cortex.

"It's like cooking hot pot in someone else's stomach."

His voice floated on the air.

"It treated other people's immune systems like hot pot meat."

The Devourer ship cut through the horde of zombies.

The last batch of desiccated behemoths pushed out were reduced to dust by the combined fangs and long blades of the meat grinder. The dust was sucked into the stomach of the gravitational vortex, leaving not a trace.

The train has expanded to over 30,000 meters in length.

Under the infusion of an extremely excessive amount of high-dimensional energy, the dark gold scales exhibited an extremely strange semi-transparent texture—the armor was so thick that the light of the nine-colored divine patterns could not penetrate from the inner layer, and only a ring of extremely dull dark light emanated from the outermost layer of the armor.

The zombie horde has been cleared.

The surrounding space had returned to its normal state, resembling the "stomach cavity" before the arrival of the zombie horde. Grayish-white flesh walls writhed in the distance, and the frequency of electrical impulses from the surface neural networks surged to more than ten times the normal value.

Su Yuan's face, covered in flesh, was still there.

Thousands upon thousands of faces with grayish-white pupils.

But his expression changed.

The smile was gone from his lips. The composure was gone from his brow. His grayish-white pupils contracted to their limit.

Every face conveyed the same emotion.

pain.

Su Yuan stood on the roof of the Devouring Wasteland. The 30,000-meter-long dark gold behemoth stretched to the horizon beneath his feet.

He looked at the distorted faces all around him, faces that belonged to him yet did not.

The gravitational vortex in my chest was still spinning.

It doesn't mean it's closed.

Su Yuan's tricolored vertical pupils locked onto the nearest fleshy wall.

The fleshy wall was about 1,200 kilometers away from the vehicle. Grayish-white muscle fibers wove together an extremely dense wall structure, blood vessels throbbed wildly beneath the wall, and electrical signals from clusters of neurons operated at an unsustainable high frequency.

Immune response.

Number 000 is activating deeper defense mechanisms. More giant, desiccated corpses are being activated from deeper within the flesh walls.

But Su Yuan wasn't going to wait any longer.

He opened his mouth.

The armor plates on the lower jaw of the dark gold bone armor folded to the sides, revealing a row of brand-new fangs that had just been overgrown three times during the digestion of the behemoth's corpse. The density of each fang exceeded the highest record after devouring black hole matter.

The massive maw of the Devourer opened simultaneously.

A 30,000-meter-long dark gold behemoth, along with a 4-meter-tall dark gold humanoid standing on the roof of the vehicle, with their mouths clasped together, roared and charged toward the nearest fleshy wall.

contact.

The fangs cut into the grayish-white muscle fibers.

A large piece of nerve plexus was torn off the flesh.

The severed surface of the flesh was still pulsating. Neurons were firing wildly at the cut surface, arcs crackling and flashing in the vacuum. Grayish-white, high-dimensional blood gushing from the severed blood vessels was drawn directly into the digestive tract by the gravitational vortex.

Su Yuan's mouth was stuffed with a large clump of still-convulsing nerves, causing his cheeks to bulge out.

Chewed it.

The three-colored divine fire, enveloping the fangs, rapidly ground within the mouth, releasing a large amount of pure, high-dimensional energy from the grayish-white biomass under extreme heat. This energy flowed down the esophagus into the physical stomach, where the gravitational folds on the stomach wall crushed, purified, encoded, and output the energy.

Swallowed it.

The massive maw of the Devourer was also devouring. Larger chunks of flesh were torn off by the array of fangs and swept into the abyss-like depths of its maw. The train's digestive system and Su Yuan's physical stomach were operating in parallel, their digestive efficiency amplified to an alarming degree.

Number 000's stomach cavity—was bitten by its own food.

Then there's the arrogant giant face of Number 000 in the entire real world.

It's twisted.

His grayish-white pupils suddenly opened to their maximum extent, his facial muscles distorted in uncontrollable spasms, and the corners of his mouth were pulled down into an extremely ugly arc.

Pain seeped from its face. It wasn't feigned. It wasn't performed. Every nerve fiber was sending a real signal to the brain that "the tissue is being torn apart."

It roared.

That roar wasn't language. It wasn't a concept. It wasn't high-dimensional encoding.

It was a pure, physical, indescribable scream of pain.

The roar transformed into electromagnetic waves, spreading outwards from coordinate 000 at the speed of light.

Inside the wasteland bunker, a burst of extremely piercing high-frequency noise suddenly erupted from the terminal speaker. Everyone inside covered their ears. The staff officer's cracked glasses were knocked off his nose by the physical vibration of the sound wave, shattering into three pieces on the ground.

The remnants of the Pan-Starfield fleet. A very strange high-frequency signal flooded the communication channel. The duty officer's ears rang for three seconds before he recovered.

The empty paper cup in the three-star veteran officer's hand was shaken by the sound wave to the edge of the table, rolled off, and fell to the ground.

He didn't pick it up.

He stared at the signal source analysis results that popped up on the communication screen.

Signal source label: No. 000.

Signal type label: Painful stress reflex electromagnetic radiation.

The old officer's paper cup rolled twice around his feet and came to a stop.

He stared at it for a long time.

He spoke up.

My voice cracked.

"Is the new god hurt by the food?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone in the command room was no longer standing. Some were sitting, some were squatting, and some were leaning against the wall. The young officer who had just vomited up his breakfast and wiped his mouth was now slumped over the control panel again.

First outpost on the edge of a nearby galaxy.

The duty officer stared at the decoded signal waveform for a full ten seconds.

Then he sounded an alarm of a higher level than the last one.

The entire site has entered its highest level of defense mode.

But it's not someone else they're guarding against.

The point is to prevent them from coming over.

Inside the stomach cavity of number 000.

Su Yuan chewed up the piece of flesh that was still convulsing in his mouth.

The tricolor vertical pupils were lowered, looking down through the gastric wall wound at their feet, which had been gnawed open and was still oozing grayish-white blood.

The deeper part of the wound is not a layer of muscle.

It is a cavity.

A deeper cavity.

A thick, grayish-white digestive fluid formed a slowly rotating, concentrated acid vortex at the bottom of the cavity. A large amount of undigested high-dimensional residue floated on the surface, emitting nauseating grayish-white steam.

The concentration is higher.

The temperature is even hotter.

This is not the ordinary deep layer of gastric juice. This is the ultimate pool of strong acid at the very bottom of No. 000's body.

Su Yuan's tricolored vertical pupils pierced through the layer of grayish-white steam, through the churning surface of concentrated acid, through the residue and fragments floating on the surface, and finally reached the core area of ​​the strong acid pool.

There is light there.

An extremely faint light.

It is not grayish-white.

It was a warm color, with an extremely faint golden hue. In that overwhelming expanse of grayish-white acid, that glimmer of warm light appeared extremely small, extremely lonely, and extremely fragile.

A glimmer of light in the soul.

It was encased in viscous digestive juices.

It was half-submerged and half-floating in the center of the strong acid pool.

The frequency of light—Su Yuan's tricolor vertical pupils completed the comparison within the first tenth of a second of capture.

No need to compare.

He knows it too well.

That was the frequency he had nurtured in his inner universe. It was the frequency of the memory droplets. It was the soul frequency that had been used as fuel, as a power source, and repeatedly exploited, only to be repeatedly snatched back from the system by him.

Closest relatives.

The true origin of the soul.

Live.

still alive.

They were submerged in the deepest, most intense acid pool of pool number 000.

Su Yuan's fingers clenched tightly. The dark gold armor plates cracked loudly under the extreme pressure. Grayish-white acid was squeezed out from between his fingers, hissing and smoking.

The brightness of the tricolor vertical pupils was pushed to the limit. Dark gold, pure white, and jet black swirled into an extremely unstable storm deep within the pupils.

In my mind, a voice filled with painful gasps rang out.

The sound of number 000.

It was still Su Yuan's voice. Every word was exactly the same as when Su Yuan himself spoke. But his breathing was intermittent, and he was panting heavily.

The price of being bitten so badly in the nerve plexus.

"Want to rob me...? 001..."

He took a breath.

"Then jump into this pool."

He took another breath.

Let's melt away together with her.

Su Yuan lowered his head. His tricolored vertical pupils stared at the bottomless, churning, grayish-white, thick acidic cavity beneath his feet.

The warm glow of the soul flickered uncertainly in the acidic liquid.

His lips twitched slightly.

His fingers loosened. Then clenched again. One layer of the dark gold armor leaf crumbled. New ones grew. Then crumbled again. Then grew again.

His breathing was extremely slow.

One in, one out. The armor plates open, the armor plates close.

Then Su Yuan lifted his foot.

Stepping on the edge of the wound.

Toes pointing downwards.

It aimed at that pool of grayish-white, extremely strong acid.