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

"But," Hu Biao emphasized this shift, "the problem isn't water pressure. It's the environment."

He pulled up another set of data.

"At a depth of 10,000 meters underwater, the temperature is between 1 and 4 degrees Celsius."

It has no effect on your body's temperature regulation system.

However, the existence of the master node alters the local environment—its high-dimensional energy radiation exerts a topological effect on the surrounding seawater. Simply put, the closer to the master node, the more abnormal the physical properties of the seawater become.

"What do you mean?"

"Density can change. The normal density of water is one gram per cubic centimeter, but under high-dimensional radiation, the density of local seawater may soar to tens or even hundreds of grams per cubic centimeter."

"You mean I want to swim in liquid metal?"

"More or less." Hu Biao scratched the back of his head, which was almost bald.

"Your absolute mass can prevent you from being trapped in high-density fluids, but it will drastically reduce your speed. The resistance of water and the resistance of air are completely different things—you can run at Mach 10 or 10 in air, but you'll be lucky to get two or three times that speed in a high-density liquid."

"Speed ​​decreased."

"Yes. Breathing is even more troublesome."

Qin Meng raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't paid attention to breathing for a long time.

His lung enhancement, boosted by 2,700 points in physique, allows him to sustain himself for over ten hours in a vacuum through anaerobic metabolism. However, underwater is not a vacuum—water will enter his respiratory tract.

"Given your current lung capacity, inhaling high-density seawater will not cause physical damage to your alveoli."

Hu Biao said, "But your body cannot extract oxygen from liquid water. You are in a purely anaerobic state underwater."

"How long can it last?"

"With your metabolic efficiency and energy reserves... under normal consumption, it will take six to eight hours."

If the black hole engine runs at full power, the time can be shortened to about two hours.

Two hours.

At a depth of 10,000 meters, in the high-density seawater that is like liquid metal, the main node is located and destroyed at a reduced speed.

Whether two hours is enough depends on whether the master node has guards, how strong the guards are, and whether the master node itself can be physically destroyed.

These questions are not worth guessing about from here.

Qin Meng stared at the black dot of light.

Then he felt it.

Deep in the chest cavity.

The black hole engine's rotation speed is increasing.

He didn't actively increase it. The engine responded automatically.

That resonance that surged from the depths of the core—it shared the same origin as the reaction when one saw the Judge descending upon the Japanese sky, but it was deeper and more enduring.

The engine was telling him something.

Beneath that coordinate point lies a vast amount of high-dimensional energy.

Even the digestive glands of a large engine begin secreting prematurely.

So big that his stomach was sending out preparatory signals.

Qin Meng's lips curled up two millimeters.

Jiang Nuonuo, who was standing nearby, noticed this subtle change in expression. She had been by Qin Meng's side long enough to know what her boss's expression meant.

I'm hungry.

It wasn't the usual kind of hunger; it was the kind that made me hungry when I saw a table full of fancy dishes.

"Boss," Jiang Nuonuo began, "Should we mobilize the fleet—"

"Need not."

"But that's 10,000 meters underwater—"

"I said no." Qin Meng took out the half-pack of potato chips from his pocket, pinched one out, and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed.

"Even if the fleet went down, it wouldn't reach a depth of 10,000 meters. Even if it did, it wouldn't be of any help; if it did, it would just be adding fuel to the fire for the enemy."

He poured the remaining potato chips into his palm and gulped them down in one go.

Crumple the empty bag into a ball and stuff it into your pocket.

"There are a few things to do before we set off."

He turned to Jiang Nuonuo.

"First, has the list of the 137 people to be handed over been finalized?"

"It's settled. The first batch of high-level exotic beast meat and high-energy ore will arrive within three days."

"Let them reduce the deadline to two days."

"clear."

"Second, have Hu Biao synchronize the coordinate parameters of the master node to my communicator. I need the positioning accuracy down to the meter."

"it is good."

"third."

Qin Meng looked at the ceiling of the command center.

"Take off that armor plate on top of my head. I'm too lazy to go out of my way."

Jiang Nuonuo blinked. "That's the base's load-bearing roof—"

Qin Meng had already raised his right foot.

"Wait, wait, wait! I'll have them demolish it! Demolish it right now!"

Jiang Nuonuo picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted a series of emergency instructions into the engineering channel.

Qin Meng put his foot down.

"hurry up."

The armor plating was removed in forty minutes. The engineers, their hands trembling, hoisted away the top layer of shape memory alloy plates one by one, revealing the soil and sky above.

It was 4:30 a.m., and it was still dark.

The sky was filled with stars.

Qin Meng stood at the bottom of the dismantled shaft, looking up at the circular skylight.

Starlight shone on his face.

The communicator vibrated.

Hu Biao sent the coordinate data—latitude, longitude, and depth values ​​accurate to six decimal places.

Qin Meng glanced at it and then turned off the screen.

The numbers don't need to be memorized; the black hole engine has already locked onto the direction. The gravitational resonance that pulls him southeast is more accurate than any GPS.

He was preparing to jump.

The sky above the command center suddenly lit up for a moment.

It's not sunrise.

Something appeared at an altitude of three thousand meters above Jiangcheng.

It is spherical, about five meters in diameter. Its surface is covered with densely packed high-dimensional runes, arranged in an unsettling way—not any kind of symmetrical shape, but a deliberately misaligned non-Euclidean geometric arrangement.

There is a hole in the very center of the sphere.

There is an eye inside the hole.

Dark red irises, vertical pupils.

It is looking at Qin Meng.

"What's that?" Jiang Nuonuo poked her head out from behind the walkie-talkie.

Qin Meng recognized him.

The dark red orb of light on the Judge—a miniature version of that high-dimensional projection port.

The effects of file number 0001 have taken effect.

The Abyss Royal Court is watching him.

The spherical eyeball hovered motionless high in the air. It was not aggressive—at least not yet.

It is simply watching, recording, and transmitting Qin Meng's real-time status to some being on the other side of the dimensional barrier.

Qin Meng tilted his head.

Then he raised his right hand.

Black hole engine slightly activated.

A gravitational thread shot out from his fingertip, crossed the three-thousand-meter height difference, and precisely adhered to the surface of the spherical eyeball.

Pull.

The five-meter-diameter high-dimensional monitoring device, like a plucked grape, accelerates its fall along the gravitational filament.

Qin Meng gripped it tightly.

The sphere trembled violently in his palm, and the runes on its surface flashed wildly—it was sending its final data to the abyss.

Qin Meng gripped it tightly.

"Click."

The sphere shattered. Dark red liquid flowed from between his fingers, was collected by the gravitational field, and poured into his body.

Physical strength +1.

Just a little. Just a little.

The energy content of a surveillance camera is less than a mosquito's leg.

Qin Meng shook off the remaining liquid on his hands.

"Tell your master."

He spoke to the fragments, which of course couldn't hear him, but he knew those things were watching from the other end.

"I will eat everything on the menu. From today onwards, bring as much as you want. I will accept it all."

The fragments turned into dust and scattered into the night wind.

Qin Meng raised his foot.

One-thousandth of the absolute mass was released. The ground at the bottom of the shaft collapsed, creating a deep pit, due to the reaction force.

His body shot out of the shaft like a cannonball and into the night sky.

The sonic boom exploded over Jiangcheng, shattering all the remaining windows within a one-kilometer radius.

The dark golden trajectory of the ballistic missile pierced the sky, pointing southeast.

Mariana Trench.

The deepest part of the Earth.

The sign for the grand hotel in the Abyss Royal Court was already lit up; Qin Meng was going to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Inside the underground base, Jiang Nuonuo sighed as she watched the dot of light disappear into the distance at Mach 15 on the radar screen.

She glanced back at the empty bag of potato chips on the table, which Qin Meng had crumpled into a ball.

Pick up the walkie-talkie.

"Logistics department? Order another batch of tomato-flavored potato chips. More... Yes, nationwide. No, it's not that we can't afford proper meals, the boss just loves them. Don't ask, execute."