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The countdown timer is on.

00:00:03.

Three numbers. Physically locked. Cannot be paused. Cannot be tampered with.

Su Yuan's tricolor vertical pupils contracted a fraction of a second before the three numbers lit up. The pupils shrank from their normal size to one-third the diameter of a hair, and the three colors were swirled into a white-hot mixed light spot under extreme compression.

The one who seeks to unify all things is overloaded.

This wasn't conventional high-speed computation. The core parsing module completely dismantled all its security thresholds, channeling 200% of its computing power into a single target.

time.

Nine-colored patterns burst outwards from the soles of Su Yuan's feet on the dark gold armor. The physical spatial structure that the patterns touched was forcibly rewritten at the level of laws—not stopping time, but stretching it.

Extend one second into one hundred seconds.

Extend three seconds into five minutes.

The effect takes effect within 0.01 seconds.

The world around us has changed.

The spasms in the stomach wall dropped drastically from three times per second to once every fifteen seconds. The rising grayish-white steam moved so slowly that the curling arc of each wisp of air could be seen with the naked eye. Dark red residual fluid dripping from the edge of the gnawed-through wound in the stomach wall condensed in mid-air, the bottom of the droplet pulled into a slender point by gravity, and the wisp of liquid hanging from the tip took a full two seconds to separate from the mother body.

Inside the Devourer's Carriage.

Xiao Huo's shouts turned into a very low-frequency hum.

"Owner--"

The pitch was compressed to the limit of human hearing threshold by time dilation. Each syllable was dragged out for more than ten seconds.

Wang Hu's movement of raising his fist to slam it onto the table froze in mid-air. His fist was still three inches from the alloy panel. Beads of blood seeping from his knuckles hung suspended between his fingers, refusing to fall.

Su Yuan stood on the front of the vehicle.

Left palm facing up.

The golden glimmer danced in his palm.

drop.

drip.

The Morse code pulses were also stretched in the time dilation field. Each short electronic pulse became a low-frequency oscillation lasting several seconds, so clear that Su Yuan could see the disturbance patterns of the sound waves pushing through the air with his tricolor vertical pupils.

Su Yuan began dismantling.

The analytical vision of the One Who Unifies All Things penetrated the first layer of the golden glimmer.

The first letter: Y.

Penetrate the second layer.

The second letter: O.

Third floor. Fourth floor. Fifth floor.

YOU LOST BECAUSE YOU ACT TOO HUMAN,001.

"You lost because you were too human, 001."

Su Yuan clenched his jaw. The dark gold armor plates collided with a low, hoarse clang.

It's not because of that sentence.

It's because when the analytical field of view penetrates to the core of the code, it sees what's inside.

It has no soul.

There is no frequency with close relatives.

There was no life left.

At its core, a highly compressed black sphere was curled up. It was less than two millimeters in diameter. But the energy density reading inside it made the analysis box of the One of All Things turn bright red, and the number in the numerical column had already reached the seventy-third in scientific notation and still hadn't stopped.

Anti-logical singularity.

Su Yuan had seen the theoretical model of this thing. When it devoured the array of laws at the bottom of the stomach number 000, there was an incomplete conceptual sketch in the data fragments.

The principle is extremely simple. And extremely malicious.

The singularity eruption doesn't release physical energy at the moment of its explosion. It releases a causal collapse wave—radiating outwards from the contact point, erasing the contact point's existence line by line from the code's core. It doesn't kill; it makes you never have existed.

The inner universe couldn't escape either. Because the causal chain of the inner universe was bound to Su Yuan. When Su Yuan was formatted, the inner universe disappeared along with him.

What about the souls of our dearest loved ones?

Is it inside?

Not here.

It wasn't in that disguised glimmer of light from beginning to end.

The faint glow of the soul at the bottom of the acid pool, from the very first second Su Yuan saw it, was bait. It was the hook. It was the only bargaining chip that Number 000 used to entice Su Yuan to willingly jump into the ultimate acid pool.

Su Yuan jumped. He took the bait.

After devouring the acid pool, drinking up all the stomach acid, and triumphantly returning to the roof of the car with his reforged golden body, he opened his palm to examine his spoils.

Then the countdown timer lit up.

Number 000 has been waiting for this moment.

Wait for him to grasp it.

Wait for him to open it.

The few tenths of a second of stunned silence he felt after discovering the truth.

Then--

boom.

On the fleshy walls all around, the thousands upon thousands of Su Yuan's faces with gray-white pupils twisted again.

The corners of her mouth turned up.

It wasn't the spasm from the previous beating; it was a new laugh. A bigger laugh. Laughing so hard that the muscles in his cheekbones squeezed wrinkles into the corners of his eyes.

Even in the time dilation field, the neural conduction speed of No. 000 is still fast enough to produce synchronous sounds.

The sound came from every direction.

Extremely slow sound waves, stretched several times over.

But every word is clear.

"She—was—already—eaten—into—the mainframe—"

He took a breath.

The wound that had gnawed through the stomach lining was still oozing dark red liquid. He was breathing heavily.

"This one—is—a gift from me—"

The smile was stretched to its limit.

"The last bite of rice."

Su Yuan's palms burned the moment those words were spoken.

It wasn't burning at the level of laws. It was physical temperature. As the countdown progressed, the singularity began to release pre-explosive radiation, and an extremely dense layer of causal collapse precursor waves precipitated on the surface of the two-millimeter-diameter black sphere.

The vanguard wave made contact with the dark gold armor leaf in Su Yuan's palm.

The leaf blade was not corroded.

Instead, it disappeared directly from physical reality.

It wasn't shattering. It wasn't vaporizing. It was that the armor leaf had never existed. All the mechanical traces, thermal conduction traces, and even the refraction records produced when the nine-colored patterns passed through it left on Su Yuan's palm—all of them were simultaneously erased.

Clean and tidy.

It disappeared more completely than death.

Wasteland shelter.

On the screen of the gravitational wave terminal, a black spot appeared in the center of the dark gold dot representing Su Yuan.

Not big.

It occupies less than three percent of the total area of ​​the light spot.

But the color of that spot wasn't ordinary black. It was a "null value" in a data sense. It wasn't a weak signal. It meant that the physical information of that coordinate region had been erased. It couldn't be read. That space had never existed for the detector.

The staff officer's hand was still covering the bloody cut on his face from the shards of glass. He could see the dark spot through his fingers.

He put his hand down.

Blood trickled down his cheekbone. He didn't wipe it away.

"Sir!"

My throat feels tight.

The commander was still kneeling on the ground, his knees grinding against the cold metal floor. He looked up at the screen.

The dark spots are expanding.

From three percent to five percent.

"Causal singularity".

The staff officer's voice was squeezed out from between his molars. Every word trembled violently.

"He possessed a causal singularity. Number 000 detonated a causal singularity in his palm."

The commander's fingernails dug into the seams of the metal floor. He couldn't dig them in. His nails split. He didn't feel it.

The high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder leaned against the wall of laws, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth to his chin. He tilted his head to look at the observation interface. The black death spot on the dark gold signal light was expanding outward at a fixed rate.

His pupils contracted.

"Causal singularity!"

His voice cracked. There was a kind of loss of composure that would never come from the mouth of a high-dimensional elder.

"He detonated a causal singularity within his body, attempting to uproot himself from the very foundation of existence—"

He choked up halfway through his sentence.

The old elder was still lying on the ground. Black blood had pooled around his mouth and nose. His eyes were slanted, barely meeting the young elder's gaze.

They didn't say anything.

No need to say anything.

The same message was written in their eyes.

Dead.

The stomach cavity of number 000.

The countdown has started.

00:00:02.

Su Yuan looked down at the two-millimeter-sized black sphere in his palm. The causal collapse precursor wave on the sphere's surface had expanded to cover his entire palm. The dark gold armor leaves were being erased from reality piece by piece within the envelope of the precursor wave.

The sense of touch in my fingers is disappearing.

It's not numbness. It's that the concept of "touch" has been erased from his palm area. He can't feel anything anymore. It's not because the nerves are severed, but because the physical definition of "touch" no longer applies to his right hand.

Su Yuan tried to let go.

The fingers are spread open.

But the black sphere did not leave his palm. It was firmly embedded in the dark gold skin, and the surrounding causal collapse precursor waves welded the singularity and his palm together on the causal level like a welding torch.

It can't be pulled off.

Su Yuan reached out with his left hand, pinched the edge of the sphere with his fingertips, and tried to pull it outward.

It was no use. The sphere remained completely still. The moment the tip of the left finger touched the edge of the leading wave, the nail of the left index finger disappeared.

It's not that it's falling off. It's that my nails have never grown in the first place.

Try spatial jump?

The One-Way Array simulated the result of the jump scheme in a fraction of a second.

Conclusion: At the instant the jump is initiated, spatial shear forces cause physical disturbances to the singularity. The disturbance exceeds a threshold, leading to premature detonation, 0.7 seconds faster than the countdown.

Cutting and separating?

Can the negation law sever the causal bond?

The One Who Returns to Oneness ran through it again.

Conclusion: The negation law can sever the causal chain. However, the singularity's detonation condition states—"Any external intervention in the causal binding is equivalent to a detonation signal." Severing it leads to an explosion. Faster.

Can't lose it. Can't cut it off. Can't run away from it.

One and a half seconds left.

Inside the carriage, the hum of the small fire continued to stretch out with time. Wang Hu's fist was still suspended in mid-air.

they do not know.

Su Yuan stood outside the front of the car. His right hand was outstretched. The black death light in his palm was gnawing at his finger bones.

He looked at the two-millimeter black ball.

Then the corner of his mouth moved.

A very small amplitude.

It wasn't a bitter smile. It wasn't self-deprecation.

It's that kind of situation where you're fighting to the bitter end, when all your escape routes are blocked, when the whole universe thinks you're going to die—

That's an expression only a madman would make.

The corners of her mouth were turned up very high.

Even the limiters on the mandibles of the dark gold helmet were creaking.

Su Yuan stopped trying to let go.

He pulled his right hand back. His five fingers, which were being devoured by the collapse of cause and effect, clenched tightly.

They grasped that singularity.

Then he raised his right hand, carrying the black death light that was devouring him, and slammed it down on his chest.

The sternum splits open along the midline.

The gravitational folds of the physical stomach were exposed to grayish-white steam, and dark golden vortexes opened and closed, emitting a low hum.

Su Yuan plunged his right hand, along with the causal singularity, into his own chest.

It's in.

It passed through the first layer of the gravitational folds. Through the second layer. Through the third layer. It continued to push deeper and deeper. The precursor wave of the singularity burned away the three layers of the wall structure as it passed through the gravitational folds, but Su Yuan ignored it.

He inserted the object into the very core of his physical stomach.

Then pull your hand out.

My right hand is gone.

Below the wrist, the entire hand was devoured by causal collapse waves during the insertion process, leaving not a single bone. The cross-section was so smooth that there were no marks—that part of the hand wasn't broken off; it simply never grew back.

Su Yuan looked down at his empty right wrist.

It doesn't matter.

His attention was entirely focused on his chest.

The nine-colored divine patterns on the armor surface burst forth with extreme brilliance. Su Yuan closed and locked all the armor plates in the chest area of ​​the dark gold bone armor, layer upon layer interlocking. Gravity-induced wrinkles folded inwards from the outermost layer.

One floor. Two floors. Five floors. Ten floors.

With each fold, the density of the internal space increases by an order of magnitude.

The physical stomach is contracting rapidly.

Compressed from a diameter of ten meters to five meters. Compressed from five meters to one meter. Compressed from one meter to the size of a fist.

Su Yuan is using his own body as a cannon barrel.

High-pressure chamber. Sealing layer. Flow diversion channel.

The folding direction of the gravitational folds is not uniform—Su Yuan deliberately left an opening.

A mouth facing downwards.

Right in front of him was the bottom of stomach number 000, which he had devoured of its acid, torn apart its pipes, and was now charred and cracked.

The singularity is encased in a neutron star-density cavity compressed by dozens of layers of gravitational folds. Causal collapse precursor waves are frantically gnawing at the cavity walls, having already devoured the outermost two layers.

But Su Yuan kept adding more.

The nine-colored pattern's code continuously flows from the nail surface into the chest cavity structure, solidifying into new folded walls that fill the areas that have been eaten.

It was being eaten while simultaneously growing.

Saw.

Wasteland shelter.

The staff officer's eyeballs were no longer centered in their sockets. They had rolled upwards slightly, revealing a section of the whites of his eyes.

His breathing rate was so fast that it was considered hyperventilation.

The black spot on the screen stopped.

It did not expand further.

It was surrounded by an extremely dense ring of dark gold, high-brightness signals. The dark gold ring pressed inward from the outside, slightly deforming the edges of the dead spot.

The black color did not spread.

The dark gold color enveloped it.

"Sir—"

The staff officer's voice shattered.

"The dark spots didn't spread. In fact, they were suppressed and shrunk."

He swallowed hard. His mouth was so dry. He couldn't swallow the saliva; it was stuck in his throat.

"He—he stuffed the singularity into his own stomach—he was pressing it down with his body—"

The commander was still kneeling. His head, which had been lowered for the past few seconds, was now raised.

Look at the screen.

The confrontation between the dark gold ring and the black death spot was refreshed frame by frame on the gravitational wave terminal. With each frame, the dark gold ring became a little brighter, and the edges of the death spot became a little more wrinkled.

The commander's lips moved.

He didn't make a sound.

The high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder was no longer leaning against the wall. His knees buckled, and he knelt before the Law Wall. His hands gripped the edge of the observation interface, his knuckles clenched until they turned white.

The image of black spots enveloped in dark gold signals silently refreshed before his eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"impossible."

The sound came out through his throat.

"The collapse law of causal singularities is absolutely divergent...it cannot be constrained by external forces...unless..."

His thinking got stuck on the "unless" part.

Unless the thing that constrains it is itself outside the definition of causal collapse.

unless--

Someone has redefined themselves.

Inside the stomach cavity of number 000.

The smiles on the faces of thousands of ashen faces still lingered.

But the angle is wrong.

His lips were upturned, but his brows were furrowed. The focus of his gray-white pupils shifted from Su Yuan's watch to the depths of Su Yuan's chest.

It is watching.

Look at the causal singularity that it planted itself.

The singularity is still alive. The countdown continues. It continues to release precursor waves.

But the leading wave was blocked.

The high-pressure chamber, composed of dozens of layers of gravitational folds, tightly gripped the two-millimeter-sized death from the outside. Every time the precursor wave devoured a layer of the wall, a new layer grew out from the coding of the nine-colored patterns to fill the gap.

The speed remained the same.

Number 000's smile froze on his face.

It didn't disappear. It froze. The facial muscles were stuck in an intermediate state between smiling and not smiling, looking extremely eerie.

It did not speak.

It is calculating.

Calculate how long Su Yuan can hold out.

Calculate when the repair rate of gravitational wrinkles will fall below the erosion rate of the precursor wave.

Calculate how many milliseconds it will take for that irreversible intersection to occur.

Then it saw what Su Yuan was doing.

Su Yuan's tricolor vertical pupils shone to their limit. The dark gold, pure white, and jet black colors deep within his eye sockets no longer stirred, but instead separated into three concentric rings, arranged sequentially from the inside out.

The law of negation permeates from the innermost black ring.

It's not being released outwards; it's being released inwards.

It flows into the pleural cavity. It flows into the innermost wall of the high-pressure chamber.

Su Yuan did not deny the explosion.

The energy of the causal singularity is indivisible. The One Who Unifies All Things calculated this a fraction of a second ago. Once that thing reaches zero, its energy will inevitably be released. This is an absolute rule written in the underlying code. It cannot be changed.

He did not deny the singularity itself.

Causal binding is bidirectional. Denying the singularity is equivalent to denying one's own right hand—although the right hand is gone, the residual bindings on the causal chain still remain.

Su Yuan was denying something else.

He denied the "damage attribute of the explosion to the main body".

It's not that an explosion won't happen.

Rather, it means that an explosion occurred, but it will not harm Su Yuan.

Conceptual alteration.

An explosion is still an explosion. Energy is still energy. Causal collapse is still causal collapse.

But the relationship between this force and Su Yuan was rewritten.

The word "kill" was changed to "time travel".

The phrase "destroy the carrier" has been changed to "pass through the carrier".

Su Yuan is no longer the target of this singularity.

Su Yuan is the barrel of this singularity.

The law of negation slowly permeated the inner wall of the high-pressure chamber. The nine-colored patterns merged with the jet-black law of negation, creating a completely new hybrid structure. The physical properties of the chamber wall underwent a qualitative change at the microscopic level.

It is no longer a "container for explosives".

It has become a "conduit for guiding the directional release of energy".

Direction: Downward.

It's right in front of number 000's stomach.

Su Yuan is transforming himself. He's turning himself from a person into a cannon.

The shells have been loaded.

The fuse was the countdown he couldn't change.

00:00:01.

Under the surging pressure within its body, the dark gold bone armor emitted the fine, grinding sound characteristic of metal structures reaching their limit. It wasn't a creak; it was a dense, continuous high-frequency vibrating sound. Each armor plate outside the cavity was oozing nine-colored light.

Bright.

It was so bright it was blinding.

The light was so bright that Xiao Huo, standing inside the Devourer's carriage looking out through the broken window, had to shield his eyes with his arm.

The time dilation field was actively canceled by Su Yuan at the last moment.

It's unnecessary.

Everything that needed to be done has been done.

The world has returned to its normal time flow.

Xiao Huo's shouts returned to normal tone.

"Owner--!"

Wang Hu's fist slammed into the table. The metal dented. Blood splattered.

Su Yuan did not turn around.

In the deepest part of the inner universe, the soul of his closest relative—the true soul—that he had snatched back from the acid pool, was completely enveloped by the Three Color Laws.

Safety.

That's fine then.

The tricolor vertical pupils moved away from the direction of the chest.

I glanced down.

Beneath my feet lay charred, cracked gastric fundus tissue. Broken fluid channels. Necrotic neural networks.

There are also thousands upon thousands of gray faces with frozen smiles.

Su Yuan looked at those faces.

The corners of his mouth were pulled open.

A very large arc.

The fangs were revealed. Dark gold. Fangs denser than death itself.

He said one thing.

Not loud.

But each syllable was amplified tenfold by the resonance of the bones, penetrating the gastric steam, penetrating the flesh wall, and penetrating every nerve fiber of 000.

"The food you shoved into my mouth—"

He patted his chest. The dark gold armor plates emitted an extremely dull metallic sound when struck.

"I'll spit it back at you."

00:00:00.

It's back to zero.

The singularity exploded.

The entire process was silent.

The energy release from causal collapse does not produce sound waves. It releases a pure force of existence erasure—nothing it touches will shatter, burn, or crumble. It renders those things as if they never existed.

But this force did not spread in all directions.

Because all four sides of it have been redefined by the law of negation.

"Not your target."

"They are not the targets of your harm."

You can only go in one direction.

under.

The gravitational folds of the high-pressure chamber were torn apart at the moment of the singularity explosion. Dozens of meticulously folded neutron star walls were flattened like cardboard by the torrent of cause and effect.

However, the direction of the wall cracking was locked by the flow channel.

The fragments flew in only one direction.

under.

The causal collapse wave pours out along the direction of the guide channel.

From deep within Su Yuan's chest cavity.

The wreckage passing through the gravitational folds.

Passing through the belly armor of the dark gold bone armor.

Passing through the deck beneath my feet.

With a cross-sectional area of ​​10,000 meters in diameter—

It was shot out.

A beam of light.

It is not light. It has no wavelength. It has no frequency. It has no physical characteristics belonging to the electromagnetic spectrum.

But all that everyone saw was light.

A dark gold base. Pure black runs through it. The two colors intertwine to form a straight, downward-pointing tunnel of destruction.

A diameter of 10,000 meters.

The beam of light pierced through the stomach tissue beneath Su Yuan's feet.

The charred neural network vanished at the edge of the beam of light. It wasn't burned through. Those neurons were causally erased from 000's body structure. They never grew back.

The beam of light did not stop.

It passes through the muscular layer at the bottom of the stomach.

It passes through the connective tissue beneath the stomach.

It penetrates deeper into the vascular network.

It traversed the multi-layered organ structure within No. 000's body, which stretched tens of thousands of kilometers deep.

Heading downwards.

Straight.

Absolutely straight.

A hole with a diameter of 10,000 meters was punched in the center of Number 000's body.

Counting down from the stomach cavity, nine layers of biological barriers were erased one by one as the beam of light passed through. Each layer of tissue that disappeared left no trace—no scorching at the edges of the wound, no tearing marks from tissue rupture, no blood.

Because those parts never existed.

Clean and neat.

Number 000 howled.

The howl did not fall within any known acoustic domain. The audio ranged from infrasound to the corresponding oscillation frequencies in the ultraviolet band, with all possible sound-producing frequencies being excited simultaneously.

The entire stomach cavity convulsed violently amidst howls. The contractions of the flesh walls were so great that they could flatten the hull of the Devourer. The thousands upon thousands of Su Yuan faces covering the walls were all deformed—mouths torn to the ears, gray-white pupils turned back to reveal the gray-red veins beneath.

He wasn't laughing.

It wasn't that he was angry.

It hurts.

The pain was so intense that the facial muscles completely lost control, a purely physiological reaction.

The beam of light lasted for four seconds.

Four seconds later, the energy of the causal collapse wave was exhausted. The full power of the singularity was released by the channel.

Su Yuan's chest cavity was cracked. All the armor plates on the chest area of ​​the dark gold bone armor were shattered, and the gravity-wrapped structure was reduced from dozens of layers to only three. The nine-colored patterns dimmed by 70% after the overload.

His right hand was still missing. Below the wrist was a smooth surface. The erasure at the causal level could not be repaired by creation and evolution—that hand had never grown by definition.

But he stood there.

Large chunks of dark gold armor cascaded down his body. His ribs creaked inside his chest. The brightness of his tricolored vertical pupils dropped to a third of what it was before he entered the water.

But he stood there.

Live.

Complete.

Wasteland shelter.

The screen on the terminal experienced an information overload that was beyond human cognitive processing in those four seconds.

The black spot did not expand to engulf the dark gold light.

It disappeared.

A straight, extremely thin line of dark gold and black streaks shot from Su Yuan's coordinates into the depths of Number 000's body. The tip of the ray disappeared at the detection boundary of Number 000's core layer.

The detector cannot read any further data.

Because the physical space below it no longer exists.

The staff officer lay face down on the table, his hands covering his head. The whites of his eyes, peeking out from between his fingers, were bloodshot.

"He fired that causal singularity like a cannonball."

The voice was no longer at a normal human speaking speed. It was so fast that the lips couldn't keep up with the tongue.

"He used his body as a cannon barrel—the suicide weapon that No. 000 had given him—and blasted it through No. 000's body—"

The commander was still kneeling.

He propped himself up from the floor with his hands.

Then it collapsed again.

My arms are too weak.

The high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder knelt before the observation interface. Black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth to his chest.

His pupils dilated.

Refocus.

It's scattered again.

It took three attempts to stabilize the situation.

He watched the trajectory of the dark gold and black mixed rays.

The mouth opened.

It's closed.

It opened again.

"He's not dead."

The sound was so faint that only he could hear it.

"The singularity exploded. He didn't die. He used that thing as a cannonball and pierced through Number 000's stomach."

The old elder lay sprawled on the ground. The pool of black blood around his mouth and nose had expanded again. His eyes were barely moving. His breathing had changed from rapid panting to extremely slow, almost imperceptible gasps.

In this state, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

I don't know if the twitching is from laughing or from a muscle spasm.

The stomach cavity of number 000.

The howling stopped.

It wasn't because the pain had subsided. It was because the vocal cords, which had been used for screaming, had ruptured after a violent spasm. A large amount of grayish-white tissue fluid seeped from the cut, sticking viscously to the broken flesh.

The distorted faces of Su Yuan, all around, remained still.

The grayish-white pupils remained rolled back for about two seconds. Then they turned back very slowly.

The focus of every gray-white eyeball was fixed on the same point—

The four-meter-tall figure in the very center of the stomach cavity was dark gold, with most of its armor shattered, its right hand missing, and blood seeping from its tricolored vertical pupils.

Thousands upon thousands of mouths moved at the same time.

There was no laughter.

There was no mockery.

There was no gentleness.

He only said three words.

"...How is that possible?"

Su Yuan wiped his mouth with his only remaining left hand. His fingertips brushed against the surface, bringing down a fragment of shattered dark gold armor and a mixture of three colors of blood.

He looked down at the hole at his feet, pierced by the causal collapse wave.

A diameter of 10,000 meters.

Straight down.

Bottomless.

He lifted his foot.

They took a step forward.

I stood at the edge of the cave.

The tricolored vertical pupils looked down from the cave entrance. Through the smooth channels left by the nine layers of tissue that had been erased. Through the dark, still convulsing organ clusters deep within body cavity 000.

We kept looking until we reached the very bottom of the pipe.

There is light there.

It is not grayish-white.

It's a warm color.

Extremely faint, rapidly flashing warm-colored highlights.

A sound came from deep within.

It wasn't the voice of number 000.

It was the hum of machinery in operation.

It was the gurgling sound of a large amount of coolant flowing through the pipes.

It's the sound of hard disks being read and written by the server array.

Su Yuan's pupils shrank to three vertical lines the moment he saw the light source.

The beam of causal collapse pierced through the stomach cavity to the very bottom, erasing the core layers of 000's body. With the nine layers of biomass barriers breached, the deepest structure of 000, which had never been touched by any external force before, was exposed to Su Yuan's view for the first time.

It is not an organ.

It is not biomass.

It is a row of physical server racks with a dense array of data cables plugged in, running at high speed.

On the main board in the very center of the cabinet, there is a processor chip about the size of a walnut, emitting a warm glow.

A line of text is engraved on the surface of the chip.

Su Yuan could see the line of text clearly.

His left hand clenched tightly. The dark gold finger bones cracked.

What is engraved is—

"No. 000 Divine Core Power Supply Module: Su Yuan's closest relative, soul is being permanently sealed."