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

Hu Biao: "..."

I don't know whether to be touched or to curse.

"What stage is this system at now?" Qin Meng asked.

Hu Biao snapped out of his brief emotional turmoil and pulled up another set of data.

"You have shattered the Martial God Tower and devoured the Dimensional Bridge of Japan."

These two child nodes are essentially useless. But the problem is—" He marked two red dots on the holographic map, one in Beijing and one at Mount Fuji.

Both child nodes are operating at minimum power while offline.

They have already completed the initialization of the modification instructions; even if the nodes themselves are destroyed, the instructions have already been injected into the physical foundation of Earth.

"What do you mean?"

"To give an example," Hu Biao said, drawing a circle on the map.

"The physical constants of the Earth are a wall. The child nodes are the nails driven into the wall."

The nail is already in there; even if you pull it out, the hole in the wall will still be there.

"As long as the hole exists, the modification command will remain in effect."

"So the gravitational constant is already changing?"

Hu Biao shook his head.

"Not yet, the modification instructions require a central control terminal to activate."

The child nodes are just pre-installed; the one that actually activates the switch is the master node—which is what the Japanese Prime Minister referred to as the 'real anchor point'.

As long as the master node has not been started, the command remains in a pending state.

"But once it's started—"

"The Earth's gravitational constant will be permanently tripled within 72 hours. Irreversible."

The training ground was quiet for a few seconds.

Qin Meng scooped up the remaining six bones in front of him and stuffed them all into his mouth, his cheeks bulging out into two buns.

I chewed for five seconds and then swallowed.

Where is the master node?

"I don't know yet," Hu Biao said, "but I have a way to find out."

Both child nodes contain frequency parameters for communication with the master node within their underlying code. If I use these parameters to perform reverse tracing—”

"how long?"

"Fastest... twelve hours."

Qin Meng stood up.

"Twelve hours." He stretched his shoulders. "I'm going to get some sleep. Wake me up when you find it."

"Wait, boss," Hu Biao called out to him. "There's something else. I found a note in the code's comment layer. Judging from the grammar, it wasn't written by the Abyss, it was written by humans."

"What content?"

Hu Biao projected that note onto the screen.

The text is very short and is written in classical Chinese.

[When the laws of Heaven collapsed, the old Heaven was mended. Those who mended Heaven were neither gods nor men, but craftsmen of the common people.]

"This passage is embedded at the very bottom of the core fragment of the Martial God Tower, and its encryption level is higher than that of all tactical data."

Hu Biao said, "The person who wrote this passage was involved in the design from the very beginning of the construction of the Martial God Tower."

Qin Meng stared at the line of ancient text for three seconds.

"Ji Wudao".

"That's what I guessed too." Hu Biao nodded. "Ji Wudao knew the true purpose of the Martial God Tower from the beginning. He wasn't a pawn used by the Abyss; he cooperated willingly."

"What conditions did he negotiate with the Abyss?"

"I don't know, but if his goal is to 'mend the sky'—to modify the physical constants—then there's only one possibility for him."

Hu Biao held up one finger.

"To become the 'Craftsman of Constants' in the new world, under three times the gravity, all carbon-based life forms will be wiped out, but those in the transcendent realm can survive."

Ji Wudao didn't want to rule the old world; he wanted to rebuild a world where only extraordinary individuals could survive, using new rules.

Qin Meng remained silent.

Ji Wudao has already been eaten by him.

No matter how ambitious this dead man was, he was nothing more than a pile of residue in his digestive tract.

But the nails he left are still in the wall.

"Master node found." Qin Meng said this and left.

Hu Biao spent nine hours.

It was three hours faster than the twelve hours he promised.

It wasn't because of his exceptional abilities, but because the five iron lumps that Qin Meng violently compressed were a great help—after the high-dimensional conductive core was physically squeezed into a two-dimensional patch, the communication frequency parameters inside became easier to read.

What was originally a high-dimensional encryption that required multiple layers of decoding is transformed into a flat postcard in a reduced-dimensional state.

Qin Meng has only one way of understanding high-dimensional technology—crushing it.

But this crude method does sometimes work.

Nine hours later, at three in the morning.

The holographic map in the base command center lit up.

A model of the Earth floats in the center of the room, with blue oceans and brown continental plates slowly rotating.

Two extinguished red dots mark the locations of Kyoto and Mount Fuji—those are the destroyed child nodes.

Hu Biao typed the last string of commands on the keyboard.

The reverse engineering process has started.

The communication frequency parameters of the two child nodes are injected into the Earth model, like two invisible threads extending outward from the red dot position, searching for resonance sources in three-dimensional coordinates.

The map started flashing.

The silken thread swept across Eurasia, but received no response. It swept over the African plate, but again, nothing.

Crossing the Atlantic—no.

The direction of the silk thread also turns south.

South Pacific.

It continues to narrow.

Mariana Trench region.

The two threads intersected at a certain coordinate point in the trench.

At the moment of intersection, that coordinate lit up.

It's not red. It's black.

A pure black dot of light floats above the map marker at the deepest point of the Mariana Trench.

Around the black dot of light, a ring of data labels was automatically generated by the holographic projection.

Depth: 10,924 meters.

Crust thickness: 6 km (thinnest region of marine crust).

High-dimensional energy radiation intensity: cannot be quantified.

The last line of data flashed twice and turned into large red text:

[Warning: Target energy density exceeds the detector's maximum range.]

Hu Biao stood up from his chair. He stared at the black dot, his lips moved a few times, and finally he managed to squeeze out only one sentence.

"Call him the boss."

When Qin Meng was woken up, he was still clutching half a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips.

Jiang Nuonuo urgently transferred the first batch of stock from various locations across the country, totaling seventeen packs, and he has already eaten sixteen and a half packs.

It wasn't because I was hungry, it was because my mouth was just sitting around doing nothing.

With 2,700 points of physical strength, my sense of taste has degenerated to only two levels: "tasty" and "tasteless," and tomato-flavored potato chips are stuck in the "tasty" level.

When he sat up in bed, he casually stuffed the half-bag of potato chips into his pocket.

Enter the command center.

The black dot on the holographic map hangs quietly in the Mariana Trench.

Hu Biao stood to the side, his face pale. It wasn't the kind of exhaustion from not sleeping, but the deathly pallor of someone who had seen something they shouldn't have.

"Here?" Qin Meng walked to the map and stared at the black dot.

"Here it is," Hu Biao said dryly. "The Mariana Trench, the Challenger Deep. The lowest point on Earth's surface."

"More than 10,000 meters underwater."

"right."

Qin Meng looked at the depth data and quickly went through it in his mind.

What does a depth of 10,000 meters mean?

It withstands approximately one thousand atmospheres of water pressure per square centimeter. For a typical submarine, this depth would be a graveyard.

What about him?

Two thousand seven hundred points of physique, bone density two orders of magnitude higher than shape memory alloy, and skin surface hardness approaching that of diamond. One thousand atmospheres of pressure…

Hu Biao calculated it for him.

"Based on your current physical parameters, the deformation of your body surface caused by 10,000 meters of water pressure would be approximately 0.003 millimeters."

In other words, you won't be crushed.

"but."