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Su Yuan jumped down.

There is no protective shield of laws. There is no spatial folding. There are no fancy high-dimensional techniques.

It was a dark golden meteorite that crashed straight into that churning patch of grayish-white, thick acid.

The sound of entering the water is not a splash.

It's a hiss—

An extremely sharp screech, like metal being burned through.

The dark gold bone armor was still functioning normally for the first 0.3 seconds before it touched the acid surface. The armor plates were engaged, the nine-colored divine patterns shimmered, and the corrosion-resistant structure remained intact.

0.4 seconds.

The edges of the outer carapace are starting to turn white.

0.6 seconds.

The whitish area burst open with fine cracks, and grayish-white acid seeped into the cracks at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

0.8 seconds.

The entire breastplate vaporized.

It didn't shatter. It didn't flake off. It skipped the liquid phase and went straight from solid to liquid, turning into a cloud of grayish-white vapor that rose less than half a meter before being swallowed by the thicker acid.

one second.

The bone armor covering his entire body was completely stripped away.

That set of dark gold armor, which withstood the tidal forces of the black hole, devoured tens of thousands of immune behemoths, and was upgraded three times, lasted less than a second in the face of this pool of ultimate concentrated acid.

What's exposed is flesh and blood.

The muscle fibers, undulating with the three-color law pattern, contracted and spasmed wildly in the acid, and the surface tissue dissolved and peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The grayish-white liquid seeped into the exposed muscle.

Infiltrates into the spaces between muscle fibers.

It seeps into the blood vessel walls.

It seeps into the periosteum.

Two kinds of pain exploded at the same time.

On a physical level, the chemical burns of biological tissues caused by highly concentrated corrosive liquids cause nerve endings to dissolve one by one in the acid, and each nerve ending releases an extremely intense electrical signal at the moment of its breakage.

At the conceptual level—the "Law of Absolute Erasure" is deleting Su Yuan's physical definition line by line, starting from the underlying code of existence. What is bone? What is muscle? What is blood? With each line deleted, the corresponding body tissue disappears from reality.

Double superposition.

The pain was beyond description in human language.

Su Yuan opened his mouth. No sound came out. Most of his jaw muscles had dissolved in the acid, and his vocal cords were corroded down to just two whitish remnants.

But he was sinking.

Proactively.

Without struggling.

It sank deeper into the acid pool.

Number 000's laughter reverberated throughout his stomach.

It didn't come from any one wall of flesh. It came from all directions. Thousands upon thousands of Su Yuan's faces opened their mouths simultaneously, their gray-white pupils curving into crescents with laughter.

The laughter was extremely distorted.

It carried a sense of frenzied release, like the prey finally being caught in a trap, a feeling that had been suppressed for nine epochs.

The bottom of the acid pool lit up.

A dense array of gray-white laws emerged from the neural network at the bottom of the pool. Each array node was releasing extremely intense and destructive pulses.

The "absolute erasure law" is fully activated.

The physical state of the pool water underwent a qualitative change in an instant. It transformed from a liquid, corrosive fluid into a semi-solid, viscous chain, with grayish-white chains wrapping around Su Yuan's dissolving body from all directions.

It wrapped around the remaining ribs.

It wrapped around half of the spine.

It entangled the still-beating dark golden heart.

The chains tighten.

The bones emitted extremely faint cracking sounds under extreme pressure.

Meanwhile, deeper down in the pool—that faint golden soul light began to fall, pulled by the chains.

Go deeper.

Towards the more boiling core area.

The acid there is no longer a liquid; it's a plasma. The temperature is so high that any known substance would be reduced to its elementary particles within the first millionth of a second of contact.

The voice of number 000 exploded into Su Yuan's mind.

"Since you can't bear to part with it."

He gasped for breath. The pain in his voice hadn't completely faded—the piece of nerve plexus that had been gnawed away was still oozing high-dimensional blood. But his tone was mocking. It was condescending. It was confident of victory.

"Let's melt together and become my stairway to godhood."

The chains tightened by another three points.

Su Yuan's spine was broken in two places.

The shattered bone fragments dissolved rapidly in the acid, and grayish-white steam emerged from the fracture.

The Devouring Wasteland carriage.

The alarm isn't going off.

She was screaming.

The combined alarm sounds from all frequencies were so piercing that they made metal resonate. Two bolts on the edge of the control panel came loose under the vibration of the sound waves, rattling and clanging on the floor.

Xiao Huo stared intently at the holographic screen.

In the center of the screen, the data bar representing Su Yuan's vital signs changed from a full dark gold to a glaring scarlet in less than two seconds.

100%.

72%.

41%.

19%.

5%.

The numbers are still falling.

Every hair on Little Fire's tail stood on end, taut from root to tip into radiating spiky balls. Her golden pupils, illuminated by the crimson data, turned an eerie orange.

"Owner--"

Her voice cracked. Not just hoarse. It was a physical spasm of her vocal cords caused by the extreme emotional impact.

Wang Hu didn't shout.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that blood and foam were seeping from the chewing surfaces of his upper and lower teeth.

The robotic arm lifted up.

One punch.

The alloy panel in the center of the control panel.

It's dented.

A deep fist-shaped mark was embedded in the center of the panel, with the surrounding metal plates radiating outwards, slicing open the back of his intact left hand. Blood trickled down between his fingers and dripped onto the floor.

He can't reach that pool.

He couldn't reach it.

The absolute erasure law's effect extends deep into the acid pool, and none of the Devourer's weapon systems can penetrate the physical blockade of that gray-white law array.

Wang Hu knew.

Little Fire knows.

They can't do anything.

Wasteland shelter.

On the gravitational wave terminal, the dark golden light representing Su Yuan was completely extinguished in the gray-white death light.

It doesn't darken.

It's gone.

All values ​​in the signal bar are set to zero. Mass, energy, law intensity, vital signs—all zero.

A dead silence.

The commander in the gray military uniform stared at the blank signal area for three seconds. His lips twitched slightly.

It's not a laugh.

It is an extremely complex facial muscle movement, the composition of which even he himself cannot discern.

The staff officer squatted on the ground, clutching the broken eyeglass frame in his hand. He glanced up at the commander's face, then looked down again, examining one of the lenses against the light.

Vague.

I can't see anything clearly anymore.

He put down the broken piece of glass in a very soft voice.

"It's over."

Temporary observation space for the high-dimensional dark web.

The elder has woken up.

The old man, who had been sitting in meditation for an unknown period of time, suddenly opened his eyes the moment Su Yuan's life signal returned to zero. His pupils were unfocused for two seconds before refocusing.

He glanced at the blank gray area on the observation interface.

His withered lips twitched upwards. It wasn't a smile. It was a mockery.

"He's still a beast after all."

His voice was extremely dry, and every word had a rough texture from the dehydration of the mucous membrane deep in his throat.

"We were defeated by a weakness we shouldn't have had."

The young elder stood to the side. His expression was blank. Not sadness. Not relief. It was a protective numbness, a temporary shutdown of emotional processing functions in the cerebral cortex, resulting from an extreme information shock.

He heard what the old elder said.

He did not nod.

There was no rebuttal.

The deepest part of the acid pool.

Su Yuan no longer has skin.

There's no muscle left.

There are no blood vessels.

There are no internal organs left.

Only a skeleton remained.

Pale white.

The surface of the bone was covered with grayish-white erosion patches, each patch's edge slowly expanding outwards. The bone tissue in the patch-covered areas became loose and powdery, crumbling at the slightest touch.

There are no eyeballs in the eye sockets.

The three-colored divine fire flickered deep within the two empty eye sockets.

It was extremely faint.

The flame was less than two centimeters high. Its color had faded from its previous intense brightness to a faint, dim hue, as if it could be blown out by the wind at any moment.

Grayish-white chains were wrapped around his entire skeleton. The chains crisscrossed between his ribs, binding each bone tightly together. The two broken vertebrae were fixed by chains at an extremely twisted angle.

He didn't run away.

The laws of space were not invoked.

No escape methods were activated.

The skeletal body, so badly damaged it could hardly be more broken, stretched out two arms, bound by gray-white chains.

Arms made of bone.

The joints on the finger bones made an extremely faint creaking sound in the acidic solution.

His hands plunged into the deepest part of the acid pool's muddy depths.

The grayish-white plasma-state acid instantly enveloped the finger bone. The calcified layer on the bone surface was peeled off upon contact, exposing the honeycomb structure of the cancellous bone inside. The acid was then poured into the honeycomb.

pain.

But the finger did not retract.

Ten finger bones groped through the muddy, acidic bottom. They scraped over solidified high-dimensional remnants. They scraped over partially digested biomass. They scraped over rusted fragments of law.

Then I ran into him.

Warm.

An extremely faint temperature. In this overwhelming gray-white destruction, that tiny bit of temperature was so insignificant as to be negligible.

But Su Yuan's fingers clenched tightly.

Ten pale bones gripped the golden glimmer tightly.

A faint glimmer of his soul flickered between the bones of his fingers. It wasn't a struggle; it was a trembling. He had been soaked for far too long. The outer structure of his soul had been blurred and eroded by the acid.

Su Yuan pulled it out.

From the deepest part.

From the most boiling plasma core.

The gray chains tightened violently the moment he pulled at his soul. Three ribs shattered instantly. Fragments pierced the gaps in the chains and sprang outwards, dissolving into a wisp of white smoke in the acid.

Su Yuan ignored him.

He stuffed that golden glimmer into his chest cavity.

Empty.

There was no heart. No lungs. No soft tissue left. Only grayish-white chains and corrosive acid vapor remained between the ribs.

But he left his soul there.

It was placed where the heart should be.

Then his last remaining three-colored divine fire was drawn from his eye sockets.

Two-centimeter-high flames detached from the left and right eye sockets, gathered in the center of the chest cavity, and enveloped the golden soul.

The flame's temperature was low. Its brightness was insufficient. The intensity of the law had weakened to the point where it could be crushed at any moment by the grayish-white acid.

But it was wrapped up.

It wrapped that soul up tightly.

When the acid came into contact with the outer edge of the tricolored flame, it emitted an extremely faint hissing sound. The flame was continuously corroded and thinned at the contact surface, and was constantly replenished by drawing a small amount of energy from the last remaining remnants of the laws deep within Su Yuan's bones.

Make ends meet.

The flames are shrinking.

Su Yuan knew.

He also knew that this kind of consumption wouldn't last long.

But his empty eye sockets looked down at the golden soul enveloped in flames in his chest cavity, and his finger bones twitched slightly in the gaps of the chains.

It's not a defensive maneuver.

It's gathering.

Bring the flames closer together.

Number 000 sensed that its prey had stopped struggling.

The expressions of the thousands of ashen faces on the walls of the stomach relaxed simultaneously. The corners of their mouths turned up again. The smile returned.

The absorption rate has increased.

The three-colored law essence remaining in Su Yuan's bones is being peeled away layer by layer by the Absolute Erasure Law, transformed into pure gray-white energy, and transported upwards along the law array at the bottom of the acid pool, pouring into the core network of No. 000.

The progress bar is rising.

Progress towards godhood.

Each time a unit of high-dimensional source matter is absorbed from Su Yuan's body, the progress bar moves forward one level.

Customer #000 is very satisfied.

The layout spans nine eras.

From chess player to black king. From virtual world to physical universe. From skeletal routes to blood wall traps to black hole throats and ultimate stomach acid.

Every step is guided.

Every bite makes you fat.

Now, this dish, carefully marinated for nine epochs, is finally beginning to be digested.

Bottom of the acid pool.

Su Yuan's skeleton was deformed by the gray-white chains binding it. The humerus of his left arm was broken. A third of the tibia of his right leg was pulverized. The top of his skull had been corroded by acid, leaving a fist-sized hole through which gray-white liquid was pouring into the cranial cavity.

The flames in his eyes had died down.

It all concentrated in the chest cavity.

The height of the flame shrank from two centimeters to less than half a centimeter.

The golden glow of the soul remained intact under the protection of the flames. It was neither corroded nor erased. But the flames protecting it were running out of fuel.

Then the flame flickered.

An extremely tiny jump.

It's not a final burst of energy before it's extinguished.

It was the analytical vision of the One Who Unifies All Things that automatically completed a scan in the last millisecond on the verge of death.

The scanning area is not the external environment.

It's the acid underfoot itself.

The result came out.

Just before Su Yuan was about to completely dissipate, the analytical data was forcibly injected into his collapsing consciousness core.

The physical composition of the grayish-white strong acid: 97.3% concentrated solution of the absolute erasure law; 1.9% dissolved remnants of a dead universe.

0.8 percent

Creation factors.

Extremely high purity.

Hidden in the lowest level of code.

It was deliberately woven into the structure of the acid's laws.

It's not an accidental impurity. It's a necessity.

The absolute erasure law requires a logical anchor point to function—you cannot define "erasure" out of thin air, because the concept of "erasure" itself needs an opposing reference point to be valid.

That reference point is creation.

Without creation, there is no erasure.

This 0.8% creation factor is the only weakness that No. 000 had to retain in order to prevent his ultimate move from logically collapsing.

There was nothing left in Su Yuan's empty eye sockets.

There was no flame. There was no light. There were no visible energy fluctuations.

But inside the skull, deep within the cranial cavity that was mostly filled with acid, a tiny, tri-colored light spot condensed.

It's not a flame.

It is a hundred times smaller than a flame.

It is the last bit of computing power remaining in the core analysis module of the One Who Returns to One after compressing itself to the extreme.

enough.

Su Yuan made a decision.

An extremely crazy decision.

He severed the cause and effect of pain.

It's not about reducing pain. It's not about numbing the nerves. It's about completely removing the definition of "pain" from its own existence at the conceptual level.

Deleted.

Then he withdrew all the defensive output from the remaining half-centimeter of flame in his chest cavity.

Defense reduced to zero.

All the energy was concentrated on that tiny, pinhead-sized point of light.

The flames no longer resisted the acid.

The grayish-white corrosive force instantly broke through the outer layer of the flames and began to contact the surface of the golden soul—

No.

I didn't encounter it.

In the same millisecond that Su Yuan withdrew his defenses, he transferred his soul from the envelope of the tri-colored flames to the deepest part of his inner universe. The flames were merely an illusion. His soul had already left his chest cavity a fraction of a second before the acid breakthrough.

Safe.

Then the rest is simple.

The wide-open skeleton bore the full destructive power of the acid. The gray-white erasure law poured into every pore of the bone, seeping into the bone marrow cavity and penetrating the deepest microstructure.

But at the same moment, Su Yuan's inner universe meshed with that 0.8% of the creation factor.

It got stuck.

It's not about devouring.

It's an bite.

The gears of the endogenous universe meshed precisely with the laws of the generative factors, and the rotation speed surged from zero to the limit of computation.

As the grayish-white acid flowed through Su Yuan's bones, its destructive properties were forcibly intercepted, dismantled, and separated by the gear system of the inner universe.

The law of erasure was stripped away.

The generative factors were extracted.

To erase—to discard.

Creation—swallowing.

The remaining pure, high-dimensional energy is infused into the bone marrow.

Su Yuan used this pool of liquid, which was powerful enough to melt galaxies, as a forging hammer.

The bones shatter and pulverize under extreme destructive forces, then within the same millisecond are rewoven, solidified, and hardened by new code driven by the generative factor.

It breaks and then grows back.

It grew long and then broke.

With each cycle, the new bone becomes harder, denser, and stronger than the old bone.

The surface of the acid pool moved.

There were no signs whatsoever.

A vortex suddenly appeared on the calm, grayish-white surface of the liquid.

The vortex is in the wrong direction.

It's not being sucked down; it's surging upwards.

countercurrent.

In a space defined as "absolute erasure," an inverted flow that should not exist has emerged.

Wasteland shelter.

The staff officer cut a gash in the shard of glass with his hand, and didn't even notice the blood seeping out.

He stared at the terminal screen.

In that area where the signal has already dropped to zero—

It lit up briefly.

Extremely faint. Dark gold. A flash that was almost indistinguishable from the noise of the equipment.

The staff officer blinked hard twice.

It's lit up again.

It's a little brighter this time than last time.

His mouth opened. Blood dripped from the cut onto the screen. He didn't wipe it away.

"Sir."

The commander's eyes were still closed.

"Sir!"

The staff officer's voice broke.

The commander opened his eyes. He looked down at the screen.

In the very center of the signal area, a dark golden spot of light was slowly but extremely stubbornly climbing upwards.

Start from scratch.

The numbers in the numeric column are no longer blank after being reset to zero. There is a decimal point followed by several zeros, and then a 1 appears.

0.0001.

0.0003.

0.001.

It's rising.

The commander's frozen expression shattered. It shattered into an indefinable distortion, exceeding the limits of his facial muscle expression.

The high-dimensional dark web.

The old elder's mocking smile still lingered on his withered lips.

The young elder's legs buckled slightly as his gaze swept over the observation interface.

In that gray-white band representing absolute erasure—

A line.

Dark gold thread.

Extremely fine. It brutally tore a slit open from the bottom of the grayish-white death data, and went straight up.

It's not a curve.

It is a straight line.

Vertical.

There was no fluctuation or hesitation. It was simply a dark golden steel bar that pierced through the ceiling from the bottom of hell.

The young elder's pupils shrank to their maximum size.

His mouth opened.

"What is he doing?!"

The sound was three times louder than he had expected, echoing twice on the law-bound walls of the temporary observation space.

The old elder's mocking expression finally faded.

They were collected extremely quickly.

His facial muscles jerked during the transition, making his expression instantly extremely awkward.

He moved closer to the crystal of laws. His withered fingers gripped the edge of the crystal, the knuckles cracking as he exerted force.

The straight line that the dark gold signal tore through the gray-white death light was thickening. It was brightening.

"That's the law of absolute erasure!"

The old elder's voice changed from dry to sharp.

"There is no possibility of reversal!"

His eyeballs bulged out of their sockets by half.

"How could he be alive in there? How is he still breathing?!"

Bottom of the acid pool.

Su Yuan's skeleton was no longer a ghastly white color.

The surface of the finger bones gleamed with a dark golden light. Extremely fine nine-colored patterns grew at the joints.

New bones.

The bones were reforged countless times through repeated forging in the ultimate acid.

Its density exceeded the hardness of his bones in any previous form.

When the grayish-white acid solution was poured onto the surface of the new bone, there was no longer a hissing sound.

The bones are no longer soluble.

Then a heartbeat came from deep within his chest.

boom.

Extremely dull.

It is not the physical beating of the heart.

It is the law resonance wave released by the gear system of the endogenous universe after completing the full integration of the first round of creative factors.

The resonance wave spreads outward from the core of the thoracic cavity.

Through the ribs. Through the gray chains. Through the acid.

It was transferred to the surface of the acid pool.

It reached the walls of the stomach cavity.

The smiles on the thousands of Su Yuan faces froze.

It didn't disappear slowly.

It was shattered by the resonant wave of that heartbeat.

Su Yuan's empty eye sockets lit up again.

Three colors.

But it was no longer the faint, flickering flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

They are two solid, tri-colored spheres of light.

It's embedded in the eye socket.

The brightness was enough to illuminate the grayish-white acid liquid within a 300-meter radius in a warm tone.

He spoke.

No vocal cords. No tongue. No lips. Only a skeletal jaw opening and closing in the acidic liquid.

But the sound came from the resonance of the bones.

Every bone was vibrating.

Each syllable is a physical sound wave generated by the collision of bones.

"Digestion?"

Snap. The left hand clenched tightly, and the gray chain broke in two under the grip.

"Erase?"

Snap. The right finger bones unfolded, and a three-inch-long bone spur extended from the fingertip from the newly formed dark gold bone.

Su Yuan's white skull tilted.

Inside the hollow eye socket, the intensity of the tri-colored light sphere reached a level that could burn the retina.

"No."

The sound wasn't loud. But the surface of the acid pool dented physically the instant the word was uttered.

"This is the amniotic fluid of my inner universe."

The negation principle is activated.

It was not imposed from the outside.

It seeped from the bone marrow.

Dark golden waves of mental energy emanated from every molecular gap in the newly formed bones, covering the acidic liquid within a 300-meter radius around Su Yuan.

Rule overwriting.

The physical definition of acid was forcibly rewritten.

"Corrosive liquid" - negative.

"The carrier of the law of absolute erasure" - negation.

"Component No. 000 of the digestive system" - negation.

New definition written.

"Endogenous Universe-Derived Nutrient Solution"

The grayish-white color is fading.

The acid spread outwards from Su Yuan's body at a speed of hundreds of meters per second. Within a radius of three hundred meters, the color of the acid changed from grayish-white to dark gold.

The nature has been reversed.

In an instant, the destructive power transformed into a massive amount of life.

The dark golden liquid, which had been rewritten as nutrient solution, surged wildly onto Su Yuan's skeleton.

Muscle fibers grew on the surface of the bones.

A network of blood vessels grew on the muscle fibers.

Golden, high-dimensional blood surged into his veins.

The outer layer of the blood vessels was covered with skin woven from nine-colored divine patterns.

The speed is so fast that it defies all common biological sense.

From bones to flesh and blood.

From flesh and blood to bone armor.

Dark gold armor plates emerged from the pores of the new skin, one overlapping the other, layer upon layer, covering every inch of the body. The surface of the new armor no longer bore the grayish-white acid etching marks. Clean. Neat. Floating on the dark gold base were extremely dense nine-colored primitive code patterns, the depth of these patterns at the level of law three times deeper than any previous version.

The pressure is escalating rapidly.

It's not a slow rise.

It started from zero and went directly to more than ten times the peak value before entering the water, and it is still climbing.

The entire acid pool was trembling.

The surface of the liquid changed from slight ripples to violent churning. Not because of the temperature. It was because the law field released after Su Yuan finished reforging created unbearable stress on the physical structure of the acid.

Su Yuan stood up straight.

At the bottom of the acid pool.

A dark gold body that is just over four meters tall.

Brand new bone armor.

Recast fangs.

The three-colored vertical pupils burned in the eye sockets of the dark gold helmet, their light strong enough to penetrate hundreds of meters of acid and reach the fleshy walls of the stomach cavity.

Then his chest split open.

The lamellae violently folded over from the midline to both sides.

Physical stomach pouch.

Gravitational wrinkles.

Fully open.

There are no limiters anymore.

The diameter of the gravitational vortex starts at ten meters and expands rapidly at a rate of one hundred meters per second.

Fifty meters.

Two hundred meters.

800 meters.

It opened.

It was bigger than the one in the black hole. It was even greedier than the one when it ate the immune behemoth horde.

The gravitational field covered the entire acid pool.

Su Yuan did not make a move.

He opened his mouth.

The mandible of the dark gold bone armor flipped to its extreme angle, revealing three rows of newly stacked fangs with a density exceeding that of black hole matter.

A gaping maw in the abyss.

Towards all the churning acid at his feet.

I inhaled it.

boom--

Under the pull of the gravitational vortex, a giant funnel with a diameter of over two kilometers appeared on the surface of the acid pool. Grayish-white acid surged from the edge of the funnel towards the center at an alarming speed, pouring into the dark golden abyss on Su Yuan's chest.

It's not just acid.

The array of laws at the bottom of the acid pool was also uprooted. The gray-white law nodes were torn apart from the neural network at the bottom of the pool by the gravitational vortex, and were swept into the physical stomach along with a large number of still flashing gray-white codes.

Deeper still—the high-dimensional source fluid pipe No. 000, used to maintain the core operation of the stomach, was torn apart by the suction. Dark red, extremely thick life source fluid gushed out from the broken pipe, and was stretched into countless thin liquid threads in the gravitational field, all of which flowed into Su Yuan's giant mouth.

Su Yuan is drinking.

Drink the gastric juice of number 000.

Drink the source liquid of No. 000.

I'm destined to drink number 000.

The soul of my dearest loved one is no longer in my chest.

It was carefully placed into the deepest layer of the inner universe during the process of reforging the golden body. Nourished and protected. There is no acid, no chains, no erasure laws there. Only an absolute safe zone woven from the three-color laws.

Safe.

So Su Yuan can eat as much as he wants.

The level of the acid in the pool is dropping at a rate visible to the naked eye.

It dropped from three-quarters of the way down the pool wall to one-half.

It dropped from one-half to one-quarter.

It dropped to the bottom of the pool from a quarter of its original depth.

The grayish-white liquid completely disappeared. It was sucked into Su Yuan's physical stomach, where it was crushed by the gravitational folds and transformed into pure high-dimensional energy, which flowed into every channel of the dark gold fire pattern.

Number 000 sensed it.

Its stomach was dry.

The most crucial digestive system is being emptied in reverse.

The high-dimensional source fluid pipes that sustain life have been torn apart and are losing a lot of blood.

pain.

Extremely realistic.

It is not a harm caused by laws at the conceptual level.

It refers to physical organ damage.

Number 000's enormous face, spanning the entire stomach cavity, twisted.

His grayish-white pupils opened to their physiological limits in an instant. Every muscle fiber in his face was spasming uncontrollably. The corners of his mouth were pulled from a smile into an extremely ugly, downward-straightening arc.

A scream burst from its mouth.

It's not language.

It is not a concept code.

It is not a high-dimensional information flow.

It was a pure, physical, simultaneous, piercing wail across all frequency bands.

Sound waves are converted into electromagnetic radiation and spread outward.

Speed ​​of light.

All-round.

No difference.

Wasteland shelter.

The terminal's speaker burned out.

In a physical sense, it burned out—the electromagnetic signal intensity of No. 000's agonizing scream, after being translated by the gravitational wave detector, exceeded the speaker's power handling limit by more than seventy times. The coil melted instantly under the overload current, and a wisp of black smoke rose from the plastic parts of the speaker's casing.

Everyone inside the bunker covered their ears.

The staff officer's hands were still stained with blood from the shards of glass, which he had splattered onto his own cheek.

He couldn't care less.

He stared intently at the screen.

The dark gold signal dot was not just lit up.

It's erupting.

The numbers in the quality parameters column were skyrocketing, doubling every second. The energy density curve abruptly changed from a slow, steady rise to a near-vertical upward ray.

On the other side of the screen—a gray-white signal source labeled "Core Area 000"—its energy reading is plummeting at the same rate.

This is a long time.

The staff officer's Adam's apple bobbed three times. His lips moved several times before he managed to squeeze out a complete sentence from between his back teeth.

"He's drawing its blood."

The sound faded away.

"He drank the new god's stomach acid dry, and now he's draining its lifeblood."

The commander did not speak.

His knees bent.

It's not squatting.

It's kneeling.

Both knees slammed into the metal floor of the bunker simultaneously, producing a dull thud.

He did not stand up.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, the pads of his ten fingers pressing against the cold metal plate, his arms trembling.

He looked up at the screen.

The brightness of the dark gold spot has exceeded all previous peak records.

The energy curve for number 000 is still falling. The downward trend is completely unstoppable.

The commander's lips moved.

No sound.

Only the mouth shape.

"He drank the blood of the new god dry."

The high-dimensional dark web.

The law enforcement monitoring system exploded.

Not one.

All the remaining law-monitoring devices in the temporary observation space overloaded simultaneously within a single second. The crystal shell shattered into dust in the energy backlash, and the shockwaves from the law fragments reflected back and forth within the confined space.

The young elder was thrown back, his back slamming against the wall of laws, and he slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

A black line of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

It's not red blood.

It is the law-based bleeding that seeps out after the spiritual core has been scorched by an overload of high-dimensional information. Black. Thick.

He covered his mouth with his hand.

Black blood seeped from between his fingers.

The old elder was in an even worse situation.

His body went limp from his seated position, and he collapsed face down onto the ground. Black blood trickled from his mouth and nose, forming a small puddle on the ground. His breathing became rapid, at a rate of four or five breaths per second.

His eyes were still moving.

He leaned forward, craning his neck to glance at the wreckage of the surveillance camera, now reduced to rubble.

The mouth moved.

The sound was scraped out from the deepest part of the throat.

"...That beast..."

He took a breath.

There is no second half to the sentence.

I can't say it.

The stomach cavity of number 000.

The acid pool has dried up.

It's completely dry.

The charred gastric fundus nerve network was exposed to the air, and a large area of ​​neurons rapidly dehydrated and died after losing the protection of acid. The electrical signals dropped sharply from dense flashing to sporadic flickering.

The cavity floor is covered with scorch marks.

The flesh walls were cracked and dry.

The broken source fluid pipe was still leaking out the last few drops of dark red residual liquid.

Su Yuan stood at the bottom of the pool.

The dark gold bone armor underwent another transformation during the previous gluttonous feast. The thickness of the armor plates doubled, and the density of the nine-colored patterns surged from 60% to 95%. There wasn't a trace of grayish-white acid etching on the armor surface.

Clean and tidy.

He looked up at the gastric wall wound that had been gnawed through.

The muscles around the wound were spasming. The bleeding from the severed blood vessel had stopped—not because it had healed. Su Yuan's gravitational vortex had sucked all the blood away; there was nothing left to flow.

Su Yuan stepped on the scraps of meat and stomped on the ground.

The gastric nerve network shattered into a mess under the stomping of the dark gold boots.

The body is airborne.

Passing through the dried-up acid pool space.

It passed through the gnawed wound in the stomach wall.

Passing through the empty upper space of the stomach cavity, now free from the protection of the immune behemoth.

A dark golden figure burst forth from the hellish expanse of billowing gray-white steam, its reforged golden body, tempered by the ultimate strong acid, landing steadily on the front armor of the Devourer.

Dark gold combat boots crushed against scale armor.

A dull scraping sound.

The alarm was still going off in the carriage.

The moment Xiao Huo saw Su Yuan's figure appear at the front of the car, his golden pupils first shrank to the size of a pinhead, and then suddenly dilated to fill the entire iris.

Her fingers loosened from the edge of the control panel.

My fingertips were trembling violently.

Wang Hu raised his head. The bloodshot in his tiger-like eyes hadn't faded yet. Coolant was still leaking from the hydraulic pipes of the robotic arm. He stared at the four-meter-tall dark gold figure on the hood of the vehicle, his lips trembling several times.

He didn't utter a single word.

Su Yuan did not turn around to look at them.

His right hand slowly opened.

Palms facing up.

The light of the inner universe shines through the skin of the palm. Tricolor. Warm.

A golden glimmer of spiritual light emerged from the palm of his hand.

It is intact.

The acid didn't touch a single hair on it.

Su Yuan looked down at the faint light in his palm.

The brightness of the three-colored vertical pupils decreased slightly. Not dimming, but a rare, unique light that only appeared when facing specific beings.

He prepared to examine the state of the soul.

The golden light slowly subsided.

The outer layer of the soul structure gradually stabilized. The outline, blurred by the acid erosion, began to regain its clarity under the nurturing influence of the Three Color Laws.

Then Su Yuan's tricolor vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

There is no face deep within the light.

He didn't have the facial features he knew so well.

There was no manifestation of a human-shaped soul.

Instead, it was sound.

drop.

Extremely ancient. Extremely clear.

drip.

Electron pulses pulsated rhythmically within the golden core of the soul.

drop.

It's not the frequency of the soul.

It is a telegraph code.

A wasteland era on Earth. Using the Morse code system. Intermittent pulse signals from an old-fashioned telegraph machine.

Su Yuan's pupils shrank to three vertical lines the instant the telegram sounded.

The golden glow of the soul completely subsided.

The most crucial point—

A set of numbers emerged.

It is physically locked.

It cannot be paused.

It cannot be altered.

Countdown.

00:00:03.