My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

Nobody moved.

A representative from the Southern Alliance in the front row hesitated for a few seconds before speaking: "Mr. Qin... regarding the standards for handing over quotas, could we—"

"cannot."

The man swallowed the rest of his sentence.

Another western tribal chief was more direct: "We need the beast meat and ore that you hand over."

The warriors in the clan expend energy for cultivation, and ordinary people rely on the meat of exotic beasts to survive. If all of it were handed over—”

"Did I mean all of them?" Qin Meng interrupted him.

"A fixed amount will be handed over, excluding the portion you use yourself. Jiang Nuonuo will discuss the specific proportion with you."

He glanced at Jiang Nuonuo.

Jiang Nuonuo nodded and made a note on the electronic board.

"But there's a bottom line," Qin Meng added. "My consumption has the highest priority. Your own quotas will be distributed from the remaining ones. If there aren't enough, you'll have to find ways to hunt and mine more."

That's clear enough.

In layman's terms—your lives are less important than my appetite. Feed me first, then you can eat.

No one objected.

A warlord-like figure squeezed his way from the back of the line to the front. He was burly and had a scar across his face, making him look more aggressive than the others.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but after his gaze met Qin Meng's, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly before finally uttering, "I understand."

Qin Meng turned and walked out.

He took two steps and then stopped.

"Oh, right." He turned to look at the 137 people, "Anyone who has any tomato-flavored potato chips in stock, report it. This stuff is more important than you think."

One hundred and thirty-seven faces were filled with question marks.

Qin Meng left without explaining.

Back at the underground base, Jiang Nuonuo jogged to catch up.

"Boss, about the potato chips... are you serious?"

"Seriously."

"...I'll have the logistics department take stock of the snack inventory at each outpost."

"Tomato flavor, nothing else."

Jiang Nuonuo opened her mouth, then swallowed the question that was about to come out, and carefully typed "Tomato-flavored potato chips - highest priority supplies" on the electronic board.

Having followed Qin Meng for so long, she learned one thing: treat every word the boss says as a military order and execute it without asking why.

The person who asked why last time is now peeling potatoes in the kitchen.

Hu Biao hasn't slept for three days.

My eyes were bloodshot, my left eyelid had been twitching for forty-eight hours, and I had blisters around my lips.

His desk was covered with holographic projection fragments—on the left was the analytical data of the core fragment of the Capital City Martial God Tower, and on the right was the underlying code leaked after the Japanese high-dimensional converter was violently compressed.

Two systems.

Two countries.

Two completely different technological paths.

But in the seventy-first hour, Hu Biao discovered a fact that sent chills down his spine.

They share the same underlying protocol.

It's not just similar, it's exactly the same.

The coordinate broadcasting system of the Mushin Tower uses Class A encoding, while the spatial anchoring system of the Japanese Dimension Bridge uses Class B encoding.

On the surface, the two sets of encodings have completely different syntax structures, logical frameworks, and operation methods; one follows the energy frequency band, and the other follows the spatial topology.

However, when Hu Biao performed a Fourier transform on the output results of the two sets of codes, the spectrograms overlapped.

100% overlap.

There was not a single deviation.

What does this mean?

This means that the Tower of Martial Gods and the Dimensional Bridge were not two separate projects from the beginning.

They are two components of the same system.

One is responsible for location tracking, and the other is responsible for establishing the connection.

Ji Wudao of the capital and the priest of Japan probably have no idea who they are working for.

Hu Biao delved deeper into this discovery.

In the seventy-fourth hour, he extracted the third layer of signal from the two sets of overlapping coded spectra.

This signal is not a broadcast, nor is it an anchor; rather, it is a continuously running "modification command."

The instruction has only one target parameter.

Gravitational constant G.

6.674×10⁻¹¹ N·m²/kg².

This number forms the foundation of all physical phenomena on Earth. Planetary revolutions, atmospheric density, the weight-bearing limits of human bones, ocean tides—all are built upon this constant.

The target value of the modification instruction is three times the current value.

Hu Biao calculated what three times the gravitational constant meant.

He stopped typing halfway through on the calculator.

No need to calculate it.

With three times the gravitational constant, the gravitational acceleration at the Earth's surface becomes 29.4 m/s².

The load-bearing limit of the human skeleton is around 14 m/s².

This means that every carbon-based life form on Earth would be crushed by its own weight.

It is not a metaphor.

It means literally that bones break, organs collapse, and blood vessels burst under the pressure of gravity.

The elderly and children will die within seconds. Adults can survive for a few more minutes.

Athletes may struggle longer, but the outcome is the same.

Triple gravity requires no army, no weapons, no dimensional bridges, and no vanguard.

It only requires quietly, slowly, and without anyone noticing to change that constant.

Then wait.

Wait until all carbon-based life on Earth dies out.

After the annihilation, those guys from the Abyss swaggered in again.

The resources of an entire planet are so great that even cleaning up the battlefield is no longer a problem.

Hu Biao slammed the calculator on the table and stormed out of the laboratory.

Qin Meng is in the underground training ground.

The training ground was a separate space created for him, measuring 500 meters in diameter, with all four walls and the ceiling reinforced with shape memory alloy.

But the reinforcement was of little use; the wall was already covered with fist-sized dents, which Qin Meng had casually made while warming up.

He was doing something that seemed incredibly boring—stuffing something into his mouth.

A row of thigh bones of high-level exotic beasts were laid out in front of them, each as thick as an adult's torso.

He picked them up one by one, bit them, chewed them thoroughly, and swallowed them.

Bone marrow is a good thing.

The marrow of high-level alien beasts contains extremely high density of bio-energy. Although it is a bit bland for a stomach with 2,700 points of physique, it is better than nothing.

When Hu Biao rushed into the training field, Qin Meng was gnawing on his ninth bone.

"Boss!" Hu Biao's voice cracked, "Something terrible has happened!"

Qin Meng glanced at him but didn't stop talking.

"explain."

Hu Biao ran up to him, unfolded the electronic board, and a holographic projection popped up—two sets of coded spectrum overlap diagrams, the data chain of the third layer modification instructions, and the final target parameters.

"The Tower of Martial Gods and the Dimensional Bridge of Japan are two parts of the same system! Their true function isn't to open doors, it's to modify parameters!"

"Change what?"

"Gravity constant! Three times!"

Qin Meng paused for a moment while chewing the bone.

What does three times gravity mean?

"All living things on Earth—" Hu Biao stretched out a hand, spread his five fingers, and then clenched it into a fist, "all of them were crushed into meat patties by their own weight. Regardless of gender, age, or strength. As long as they were carbon-based life forms, their skeletal structures couldn't support three times their own weight, and they all died."

Qin Meng took the bone out of his mouth.

"And me?"

Hu Biao was stunned for a moment.

Yes. Qin Meng is not an ordinary carbon-based life form.

With 2,700 points of physical strength, bone density exceeding that of shape memory alloy, and muscle fibers capable of withstanding impacts of tens of thousands of tons.

Three times gravity for him—

"It won't affect you," Hu Biao said. "I've measured the weight-bearing limit of your bones. Theoretically, they can withstand an acceleration of over 200 kcal/kg from the Earth's surface."

Three times gravity is like wearing an extra layer of thermal underwear for you.

"Then it's not a big deal." Qin Meng put the bone back into his mouth.

"This is a major incident!" Hu Biao exclaimed, jumping up and down. "You're fine, but everyone else is! Seven billion people—okay, maybe not that many now—but the rest of them will all die! Including everyone in the Jiangcheng base! Including me!"

Qin Meng chewed twice.

"you're right."

He swallowed the bone.

"Who's going to do the research and development for me if you die?"